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Zhu Junjie did not enter the hospital room; he stood at the door, looking through the glass at everything inside.
"Manager Zhu," a passing nurse greeted him.
Zhu Junjie nodded. The nurse continued, "The patient's vital signs are stable. Today, Dr. Wei personally examined him and confirmed that the intracranial hematoma is slowly dissipating. Dr. Wei said this is a good sign."
"Can you... can you elaborate a bit more?"
Hearing this, Zhu Junjie thought he was imagining things due to his desperate hope for Assistant Hu's recovery. He turned to the nurse with a hopeful expression. If Assistant Hu could wake up, he would be willing to sacrifice ten years of his own life!
"If the intracranial hematoma is dissipating, the chances of the patient waking up increase significantly. For more specifics, Manager Zhu can ask Dr. Wei."
Since learning about Assistant Hu's injury, Zhu Junjie had frequently visited him. The nurse was aware of their relationship and knew he cared deeply about Assistant Hu's condition, so she shared everything she knew with him as best as she could.
"Thank you."
Zhu Junjie took out his phone and called Wei Sheng.
Wei Sheng was in his office reviewing Assistant Hu's treatment records. After sliding to answer the call, he put it on speaker and said, "I'm busy; if you have something to say, just say it."
"I heard from the nurse that you personally examined him today."
"Yes."
"You told me to get straight to the point; why are you just saying 'yes'? Give me the details!"
He was anxious to know about Assistant Hu's condition.
"I haven't figured it all out myself; how can I give you detailed information?"
Assistant Hu was young and in good health; based on his recovery progress, it was much better than he had expected. With proper treatment, he might wake up soon. But whether he would wake up or not was uncertain.
Wei Sheng was a meticulous person; he didn't want to give others false hope about things he wasn't completely sure of. He worried that greater hope would lead to greater disappointment.
"Then tell me, can Assistant Hu wake up or not?"
"You'll have to ask Assistant Hu himself."
“……”
Wei Sheng is just teasing him!
“If Assistant Hu could talk to me, would I need to call you?”
If Assistant Hu wakes up, he should throw a celebration for Assistant Hu!
He would promise Assistant Hu that from now on, he would arrange the easiest tasks for him, pay him the highest salary, and never lose his temper with Assistant Hu again!
“Don’t be anxious, especially when it comes to medical issues. Some patients may feel better today but worse tomorrow. I’m telling you now, the chance of Assistant Hu waking up is already over fifty percent. If his condition fluctuates in the next few days, the chances of him waking up might decrease.
How can I explain such a disparity to you?”
He doesn’t say anything, and there are reasons for his silence.
“I’ve been too anxious.”
“You’ve had a lot on your plate lately and your mindset isn’t great. Assistant Hu’s condition won’t improve in just a day or two; it takes time. We need to maintain a calm mindset. If one day he suddenly wakes up, it will be a surprise for us.”
“I hope that surprise comes soon.”
“How is it going with Mong Si?”
Those people appeared at the hospital with weapons; some doctors and nurses saw them, and some patients were discussing the matter. As the head of the hospital, Wei Sheng had received detailed reports about this situation.
From other sources, he learned that those who broke into the hospital were not actually Interpol agents; he knew the police were already surrounding them.
Logically speaking, given Zhu Junjie’s personality, he should be focusing on Mong Si’s situation right now; why is he concerned about Assistant Hu?
“I don’t know. The police haven’t contacted us yet.”
Zhu Junjie also wanted to know about Mong Si’s situation.
“It’s better for the police to handle it than for us to deal with it ourselves.”
Mainly because those people had weapons; even though this is Hai City, Yan Wen's territory, A-Hu and his team are just flesh and blood, and their weapons are inferior to those of the intruders. If someone gets hurt, it would be terrible.
But A-Hu is someone who enjoys excitement; knowing that others are wielding weapons in Hai City, he treats it like a show and actively follows the situation closely behind the police, wanting to see how it all unfolds for those people in the end.
“Okay. You go ahead and handle your business; I won’t disturb you any longer.”
Just as Zhu Junjie was about to hang up the phone, Wei Sheng suddenly thought of something and said, “Are you worried about Mong Si?”
“Why would I worry about him!”
Mong Si was nearly killed, and he still had to worry about Mong Si's situation; his head must have been stuck in a door!
Zhu Junjie quickly denied it, saying, "My parents feel guilty about his existence. If he dies at the hands of those people, my parents would probably fall apart." Psychological trauma can sometimes be much more severe than physical injuries.
Mong Si had gone through so many bad experiences, and those events were like steel rods piercing the hearts of the Zhu family parents. Just thinking about Mong Si would make their hearts ache involuntarily. As long as Mong Si was alive, they still had a chance to make amends. If Mong Si died, that opportunity would be lost, and the support they had would disappear. Zhu Junjie couldn't imagine what his parents would become.
"You don't want to see your parents sad because of Mong Si, but at the same time, you feel guilty for wanting to save him instead of Assistant Hu?"
"You're overthinking it!"
After denying it, Zhu Junjie fell silent for a moment. "Fine, I guess you got it right."
Wei Sheng had finished reviewing Assistant Hu's treatment records while talking to Zhu Junjie. He was very satisfied with the treatment plan he had devised for Assistant Hu; all that was left was to continue with the previous plan.
"You could think of it this way: if you save Mong Si, then when Assistant Hu wakes up, he can personally take revenge."
"Why should I think that way?"
Zhu Junjie quickly rejected the idea in his mind.
"I'm just giving you a reason; whether you accept it or not is up to you. Anyway, I'm done talking to you. I need to go home."
Since the little one was born, Wei Sheng had noticeably reduced his visits to the hospital. Recently, due to frequent issues on Zhu Junjie's side, he had started spending more time at the hospital, which cut into his time with the little one, Dumpling, and Luan Shan. He hoped that things would settle down soon on Zhu Junjie's end so he wouldn't have to keep running to the hospital.
Wei Sheng stopped being Zhu Junjie's therapist after hanging up the phone. He stood up, grabbed his coat from the hanger, left the office, and drove home.
Zhu Junjie wanted to say something else, but Wei Sheng hung up without hesitation. The beeping sound echoed in his ears as he put away his phone and began to ponder Wei Sheng's words.
There was some truth in what Wei Sheng said. Zhu Junjie had spent many years with Assistant Hu and knew him very well. Given Assistant Hu's personality, if he found out someone looked exactly like Zhu Junjie, he would definitely want to meet Mong Si and then beat him up for revenge.
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