Chapter 116 Father
Early the next morning, Pei Song and Shi Yanchen rushed to the hospital.
The doctor had just finished his ward rounds and said: "All indicators of the patient are stable, but further observation is needed."
Father Pei also looked more energetic.
Seeing the two people coming in, he smiled and said, "Look, I'm fine."
"You need to take good care of yourself, too." Pei Song said.
"Assistant Zhao, you should go back and rest first." Pei Song turned to Assistant Zhao and said, "I'll keep watch."
Zhao had been on duty all night, and his eyes were red, but he still said, "It's okay, I'll stay for a while."
"You go back first. I don't have anything to do today anyway."
Special Assistant Zhao explained: "I will wait for the nurse who changes shifts to hand over before I leave."
Pei Song nodded, turned around and said to Shi Yanchen: "Don't you have a meeting today? Go back to the meeting first."
"Okay," Shi Yanchen said, "Call me anytime if you have anything."
As soon as he left, the door of the ward was pushed open.
Grandma Pei came in with a group of relatives.
"I was wondering why you didn't answer any calls. Turns out you were hiding in the hospital." Grandma Pei's voice was sharp and piercing.
The second and third aunts followed behind, and several cousins also gathered there to give orders.
"Mom, why are you here?" Father Pei was a little helpless.
"My son is in the hospital. How can I, as a mother, not come?" Grandma Pei sat down beside the bed. "Look at you, you are still drinking at your age. Aren't you asking for trouble?"
"Mom, I'm not doing this for the company..." Pei's father explained helplessly.
"What's the matter with the company? Your health is more important!" Second Aunt interrupted, "If you ask me, you should sell this company as soon as possible."
"That's right," Third Aunt agreed, "The market is so bad right now, why bother holding on?"
Pei Song frowned and was about to speak when Assistant Zhao stepped forward and said, "Everyone, the doctor said the chairman needs to rest. Please keep quiet."
"Why are you, an outsider, butting in?" Grandma Pei said dissatisfiedly.
Pei Song said coldly: "Assistant Zhao is right, Dad needs to rest now, please step aside."
"How dare you talk like that, kid?" Grandma Pei slammed the table in anger. "We're here to see your dad, and you want to chase us away?"
"There are also proper ways to see patients." Pei Song said calmly but without question, "The doctor is going to make rounds now. Please leave first."
"You..." Grandma Pei wanted to say something.
Special Assistant Zhao stepped forward at the right time: "The doctor will be here soon. I'll take you to the lounge to wait." He turned to Pei Song and winked.
Pei Song understood, walked to the door and pressed the nurse's bell.
Soon a nurse came in and said, "The patient's blood pressure needs to be measured. Please cooperate with the family members."
With the cooperation of the nurse, Special Assistant Zhao finally asked everyone to leave.
"Songsong..." Father Pei looked at his son with some worry.
"Dad, you take a rest first." Pei Song sat down on the bed, "I'll take care of their affairs."
After leaving the ward, Pei Song went straight to the lounge.
"Grandma, uncles and aunts," he said straight to the point, "what Dad needs most right now is quiet rest. If you really care about him, please go back first. When he gets better, I will notify you personally."
"Are you trying to drive us away?" Grandma Pei asked angrily.
"I'm considering my father's condition." Pei Song's tone remained unchanged, "If you insist on staying here and affecting his recovery, then I can only ask security to maintain order."
Assistant Zhao immediately took out his cell phone and asked, "Do you want me to call security?"
Looking at Pei Song's calm but determined eyes, Grandma Pei and her group finally left in disappointment.
"Thank you for your hard work." Pei Song said to Special Assistant Zhao.
Special Assistant Zhao shook his head: "It should be. The chairman's health is the most important."
When I returned to the ward, Father Pei had already fallen asleep.
Pei Song looked at his father's haggard face and secretly felt fortunate that he had asked those troublesome relatives to leave in time.
…
The Spring Festival holiday is over and Pei Song is going back to work.
Although Mr. Pei's condition gradually stabilized, he was still worried and would rush to the hospital as soon as he got off work every day.
That morning, as soon as Pei Song walked into the office, he saw that his schedule had been readjusted.
Several important meetings originally scheduled for the afternoon were moved to the morning, and even video conferences were changed to online document exchanges.
"What's going on?" Pei Song looked through the schedule with some confusion.
Just as he was thinking, Shi Yanchen pushed the door open and walked in: "I've asked someone to rearrange your work schedule." He sat down opposite Pei Song, "From now on, important meetings will be scheduled in the morning, and afternoon work will be mainly done online, so that you can go to the hospital earlier in the evening."
Pei Song was stunned for a moment: "The second phase of the project is at a critical stage..."
"We can flexibly adjust the project schedule," Shi Yanchen interrupted him, "but your father's health can't wait. Besides," he paused, his eyes softened, "I feel bad seeing you running back and forth like this every day."
"Will this adjustment affect other departments?" Pei Song was still a little worried.
Shi Yanchen chuckled: "Your boyfriend is the president, so adjusting a few meeting times is just a matter of a word." He stood up and walked to Pei Song's side, "Besides, your first priority now is to take good care of your uncle and yourself. I'm here on the project, and there's a whole team, so you don't have to worry."
Shi Yanchen reached out and gently rubbed his hair: "Don't feel burdened. If you have anything to say in the afternoon, just email me directly."
Looking at Shi Yanchen's leaving back, Pei Song felt his nose a little sour.
These days, Shi Yanchen has been silently supporting him in his own way, allowing him to find a balance between work and taking care of his father.
When they arrived at the hospital that night, the attending physician, Professor Li, stopped Pei Song and explained his condition in detail: "Mr. Pei's gastric mucosa is severely damaged, and this time there is also a slight abnormality in liver function. If you don't completely change your lifestyle, it is easy to relapse. The most important thing is to completely quit drinking, avoid staying up late and overwork."
Pei Song carefully wrote down the doctor's advice: "Professor Li, my father...is under a lot of pressure at work. Can you prescribe some medicine to protect his liver and stomach?"
"It's useless to just take medicine," Professor Li shook his head, his tone serious, "The key is to adjust your work and rest schedule, ensure regular diet and adequate rest. From the CT scan, his stomach wall already has atrophic lesions. If this continues, I'm worried that it will develop into a more serious problem."
Pei Song's heart sank. He knew very well the pressure his father was under at work.
Although he could not agree with some of his father's practices, it was indeed his father who shouldered all the responsibilities of the Pei family alone.