The whimpering stopped, and Father Jiang sat up, waved his hand, and said, "Xiao Jia, come here."
Xiao Jia looks very energetic, probably in his early thirties. He is wearing a Bulgari haute couture suit, has stylish hair, and carries an expensive bag.
"Please give me your instructions, Mr. Jiang."
"Have you bought the school?" Father Jiang changed into a different person in an instant. He seemed like the chaebol boss behind the scenes, calm and composed yet dignified.
"I bought it, and the news of your illness has been spread. It just so happens that today is the weekend, and Miss Jiang's classmates don't have classes."
"You've done a great job. I'll give you a raise at the end of the month. Go down and take over as the principal."
"yes."
Xiao Jia is Jiang's father's confidant and works diligently. It is because of this that Jiang's father likes this young man so much, and it is because of this that Xiao Jia is wearing all branded clothes.
Outside the ward, the sound that suddenly stopped was filled with indifference.
The door opened a little, and the nurse came out of the ward and said seriously, "Your father is out of danger for the time being and has been sent to the ICU. He has fallen asleep, so remember not to wake him up."
After the nurse gave her instructions, Jiang Zhiyu rushed in impatiently. Seeing his father lying on the bed with steady breathing and an IV drip, he breathed a sigh of relief, "He's still alive. Fortunately, he's not dead..."
Dad Jiang moved his closed eyes on the bed, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. He thought his acting skills were really realistic. It was a pity that he didn't learn acting when he was young. Although it was a bit unlucky, he was willing to give it a try for the sake of his daughter's good study.
He knew that all schools would involve force majeure factors, but as long as his daughter was under his supervision, she would be the safest.
Mr. Jiang pretended to sleep until noon, and he actually fell asleep during that time.
Jiang Zhiyu sat on the sofa in the ward, praying silently that Jiang's father would be out of danger as soon as possible.
Jiang Zhiyu was very puzzled. He didn't seem to see the water level in the drip bottle drop at all this morning. It seemed that it didn't move at all...
So I asked, "Mom, I've been here all morning. Is there something wrong with the IV? Why does it feel like it hasn't been finished yet?"
.......
Mother Jiang realized that she was exposed, so she started to make up stories. She frowned and looked at the bottle and said, "You must have fallen asleep this morning. The nurse has changed it several times. This is a new bottle."
"Yes, is that so?" She couldn't believe her eyes, but it was undeniable that she was indeed absent-minded in the morning. She didn't think much about it and continued to sit in the chair in a daze.
There were footsteps outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door.
"Is this Uncle Jiang's ward?"
The speaker is a girl...
It sounds a bit like He Shiduo's voice.
Not like, just...
How did she know? Without thinking much, she ran out and opened the door.
She wasn't the only one outside the door.
Lin Yeci, Xu Leyun, Xiao Zhang, and most of the classmates came. They gathered at the door, each holding flowers in their hands, and some brought fruit baskets, looking very thoughtful.
Fortunately, this ward is large, otherwise it wouldn’t be able to accommodate so many people.
"Ahem...why are there so many people here?"
Mr. Jiang, who had been lying on the hospital bed, pretended to be speaking for the whole morning.
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