He lowered his eyes, looking at the scenery outside the window. In December, the trees were bare, the grass was withered and yellow, a scene of decay. He looked at the desolate scenery outside, and his eyes also contained a coldness.
His gaze was lowered, his profile hard and cold. Pressing against the glass, his eyes suddenly froze. Through the window, he saw a small figure pacing back and forth by the flowerbed below, her melancholy palpable in her every step.
Chen Ningsheng watched for a while, then closed the curtains.
"Mr. Chen."
Assistant Zhang stood in front of his desk with a bad expression.
Chen Ningsheng leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, as if he were listening to an unimportant meeting. "How did it go?"
Assistant Zhang's lips trembled, but he still managed to speak despite the pressure, "Mr. Chen, we've retrieved most of the goods, but there's still a small portion..."
He hesitated and stammered, "Well, two labs have already tried it out. A professor from T University tried it and accidentally injured his arm in the explosion, but thankfully, the injury wasn't serious..."
He glanced furtively at Chen Ningsheng's darkening expression, licked his lips, and continued, "There's another one, a student from the medical department of Peking University, a well-known domestic university, whose entire hand was blown up, and it's likely to end his career."
He finally managed to finish saying everything before daring to look at Chen Ningsheng.
The atmosphere in the office was as cold as ice.
Chen Ningsheng frowned, staring intently at the curtains. After a moment of silence, he said, "You can leave now."
Assistant Zhang retreated in fear.
Chen Ningsheng swept all the documents off the table with one hand. He was panting, and his dark eyes shone even brighter with anger beneath his black hair.
He walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and let the light from all directions flood in, illuminating the office completely.
Beside the flower bed, the small figure remained, still lingering in the same spot as before.
Chen Ningsheng suddenly took a step and walked downstairs.
Xu Xinchen had been standing by the flower bed for two hours, but still didn't have the courage to go up.
Just as she was frowning in worry, a figure suddenly appeared beside her, startling her.
Chen Ningsheng frowned as he looked at her. "What are you doing here?"
The worry on her face was so obvious that he saw right through her.
"Got it?" he asked directly.
Xu Xinchen bit her lip, noticing his expression, and asked, "You found out too?"
The two remained silent for a moment, until Chen Ningsheng finally spoke first, "Let's go back."
"No." She stood rooted to the spot. "I need to know the truth. What's the situation now?"
Chen Ningsheng sighed softly and patted her head. "You go back first. I can handle it myself."
Judging from his tone, Xu Xinchen knew that the situation was probably not so optimistic.
A deep sense of regret welled up inside her, and she stared at him intently. "Are you blaming me?"
Chen Ningsheng did not answer.
He put his arm around her, called the driver, and took her straight home.
Xu Xinchen felt even more anxious at home, her mind a jumble of thoughts. She felt something was wrong, as if she had missed the most important step.
What a coincidence that this particular batch of goods had a problem?
She carefully combed through the information, her heart slowly sinking.
Could it be Gu Yan?
This terrible thought popped into her mind.
She instinctively wanted to deny herself, but all the evidence seemed to point to him. Chang Yu was framed, and he was the only one who benefited the most. She couldn't help but think of him.
She doesn't know how serious the situation is right now, nor does she know how much damage that batch of goods caused. And what about Chen Ningsheng's last look? Will he blame her?
If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be in this situation today; she absolutely hates herself.
Now, she would do anything to share his burden, no matter the method.
Chen Ningsheng returned to his office with a sullen face, asked his assistant Zhang for a hospital room for the university student, and went there alone.
The hospital ward was packed with people, and shouts could be heard from time to time. Several students and a few reporters, all from well-known newspapers in the city, were gathered in the ward.
When Chen Ningsheng arrived, Chang Yu's representative was being verbally abused by several students, his face flushed. He was trying to explain, but the students, even more enraged, shoved him to the ground, shouting, "Call your boss over here! My classmates from Peking University aren't so easily bullied!"
He could be drowned by the spittle of the crowd.
"I'm here. Come at me if you have any problems." Chen Ningsheng parted the crowd and walked in.
Those arrogant classmates were stunned and forgot to speak when they saw him.
Chen Ningsheng stared intently at the male classmate lying on the bed, whose hands were wrapped in an exaggerated white cloth. When he saw Chen Ningsheng, his gaze shifted away.
"You must be Bai Hao, right?"
He walked straight up to him and asked in a low voice.
Bai Hao nodded, then turned his head away with an unpleasant expression, seemingly not wanting to see him.
"Hello, are you Chang Yu's boss?"
A male classmate behind me spoke up.
Chen Ningsheng turned around and looked at the room full of people, all of whom were staring at him.
His eyes were firm, without the slightest hint of panic, and he smiled slightly, "I assure you all, Chang Yu will give you a satisfactory answer to this matter."
The male students became agitated again, their faces filled with disdain. "What kind of answer will you give us? Just take the money and call it a day? You've ruined Bai Hao's life! He was the top student in our grade, already on his way to graduate school. Now you've destroyed his future. How are you going to pay for this?"
"Don't worry." Chen Ningsheng stared at the male classmate who had spoken. "If it's our responsibility, we will definitely take it."
His gaze fell on Bai Hao's hands. "I will also help heal his hands."
"Pshaw, the doctors have diagnosed him and said he has absolutely no chance of recovery. What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think we'll still believe you?"
"Believe it or not, I can send him abroad for treatment. You know how far ahead medical standards are abroad compared to China. There's a possibility of recovery overseas. As for all the subsequent expenses, I will personally cover them. If he ultimately cannot be cured, I will also cover his livelihood for the rest of his life and the support for his family."
The room fell silent immediately after he said that; everyone was stunned.
This guarantee was so perfect that even the few male students who had initially caused trouble shut up.
But a weak voice suddenly rang out, "I don't want to receive treatment."
Bai Hao raised his head, faced with the astonished gazes of the room, and repeated himself again, "I don't want to receive treatment."
His male classmates were the first to react, rushing to his bedside in disbelief. "Bai Hao, what are you saying? Don't you want your hand anymore? He can take you abroad for treatment. If you can be cured, you can continue your medical dream."
Bai Hao kept his head down, his expression unreadable. The air was silent. After a long while, his deep, sorrowful voice echoed in the room, "I don't want to gain hope only to be disappointed again... Studying medicine is my lifelong dream. If I were to have hope restored only to have it extinguished again, that would be too cruel..."
His sorrowful voice reached everyone's ears with crystal clarity, and everyone fell silent as they faced his frail figure on the bed.
The students who had just tried to comfort them all fell silent, their faces grim.
"But you're not even trying, aren't you just giving up on this hope? Since studying medicine is your dream, how can you give up so easily!"
Chen Ningsheng stepped forward, his powerful voice resonating with everyone present. He stared at him with unwavering eyes, his dark pupils gleaming.
Bai Hao remained motionless, ignoring everything.
Chen Ningsheng stepped forward, about to say something more, but was suddenly pushed back a step by the male classmate who was blocking his way.
"What do you know? You're the one who got injured in the explosion? Do you know Bai Hao's family situation? His mother abandoned him a long time ago, his father has a hereditary heart disease and can only be kept alive by medication, and his sister works fifteen hours a day to support his college tuition and his father's medical expenses. You've ruined this family!"
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