Chapter 7： (1/2)
When he arrived at the hospital, Cen Ning was waiting for him at the door of the ward. +++ Cartino Novel Network www.novelhall.com
Liu Zhifei looked at the infusion bottle, and Duan Shutong did not intend to go in to disturb, so he and Cen Ning sat on the chair in the hallway, lowering their voice and asking, "How come you suddenly got sick?"
"The doctor said it was overworked," Assistant Cen sighed, frowning. "Diet and sleep are irregular, and I have a fever."
Duan Shutong expressed admiration for being so desperate for being so rich.
"I've been busy recently?"
Cen Ning nodded, "The new project does encounter a lot of problems, President Xi ... He is more refined."
understood.
To be honest, Duan Shutong is not familiar with Xi Duan, but in a foreign country, it is inevitable that he will get closer in his heart.
Instead of Zhai Jun lying in the hospital, he might not come to visit.
"Are there any taboos in your seat?" Duan Shutong smiled. "Just tomorrow I have nothing to do and I will send it lightly."
Anyway, Xi Duan couldn't wake up for a while, and he wasn't interested in staying here. He might as well visit again tomorrow.
Cen Ning (lu) is grateful (color), "Xi has no taboos, Duan Shao just looks at it."
He really couldn't bear to let Xi Duan eat the hospital cafeteria and the surrounding stalls, and Duan Shutong helped him a lot.
Duan Shutong nodded and stood outside the ward to look at Xi Duan.
A pale man lying quietly on a sick (bed chuang), with a distinct left hand resting on the quilt, with an infusion needle tube on it (inserted with cha), formed together with a large seat in the normal gas field (qiang) In sharp contrast, it is slightly fragile.
He watched it for a while before saying goodbye to Cen Ning.
On the way back, Duan Shutong carefully recalled the description of the male third in the original book.
When Xi Duan was a teenager, his elder brother, who was the powerhouse of the Xi family at that time, passed away. Under the sorrow of Mr. Xi, he could n’t afford to be sick, and he was only a few years old. , Xi Duan resolutely propped up the entire Xi family, until now.
Others may not know how much hardship there is, but Duan Shutong feels the same.
Xi Duan's experience reminded him of his past.
On the road full of thorns, even if the blood is dripping, we must dig out a vitality.
Thinking of the man lying on the bed (chuang) now, Duan Shutong feels a sense of sympathy.
Compared with the arrogant of heaven, Xi Duan's road is too difficult.
Early the next morning, Duan Shutong came to the hospital with an insulated barrel.
As soon as he entered the ward, he met Xi Duan's eyes.
"Is (shen) better now?" He walked over with a smile, put the insulated barrel on the bedside table, and opened, "I have porridge for you, and I want to eat without appetite."
Xi Duan put down the file in his hand, and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Thank you."
"If you really want to thank me, then listen to me, don't worry about the work first." Duan Shutong said, drawing his documents away.
Xi Duan yelled and took over the bowl handed over by Duan Shutong. The steaming porridge smelled of vegetables. The heart of the vegetables boiled well and the entrance melted.
"How about Cen and Liu?" Duan Shutong sat down on the single sofa, as if at home.
Xi Duan looked interesting and said while eating: "They stayed overnight, and I let them go back to rest."
"So you are sure that I will come?" Duan Shutong laughed and laughed. "First say yes, I don't have time to accompany the bed."
"You said that you will deliver the food last night, but I am indifferent." Xi Duan felt the warmth and fragrance of the porridge, and he was quite happy.
The two couldn't help but smile at each other, and the previous gap seemed to break away at once.
Duan Shutong didn't care about him until he finished drinking porridge. "No matter how busy you are, you have to pay attention to your body. It's enough for you to get sick when you get old."
Because of the sympathy, Duan Shutong no longer regards him as an elder. After all, when he died in his previous life, he was a few years older than Xi Duan.
Xi Duan couldn't help but froze.
Since he took charge of Xi, no one cares about himself in this tone. In the eyes of others, he never knew tiredness like a robot.
The young man in front of him clearly put on a slightly green face, but showed the twilight of "do not listen to the old man's words and suffer in front of him."
Very contradictory, but not disgusting.
It's not that kind of child deliberately pretending to be an adult, but a genuine, heartfelt care.
Xi Duan wasn't really indifferent in the end, the inhuman touch he had shown before was nothing more than a mask he should wear as the president of Xi's. The mask would naturally disappear when meeting someone who really wanted to meet.
He believes that he has insight, and now Duan Shutong is the object of his friendship.
"That's right," Xi Duan nodded in favor, and then shifted the topic, "How is your research and development?"
Mentioning this, Duan Shutong smiled, "When you are discharged, I invite you to eat a big meal."
His eyebrows were curved, and his joy was self-evident.
Xi Duan was surprised and happy for him, "Congratulations."
Duan Shutong had to say something. The phone's ringtone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw it as an unfamiliar number. The address was Yanshi.
Hesitate to connect.
"Duan Shutong, you black me!" On the other end of the phone, the man's low growl sounded like a magic sound.
He couldn't help but take the phone away.
"Who are you?" He really couldn't remember who the voice belonged to.
The opposite breath gradually became heavy, and the angry rebuke echoed in the ward, "Duan Shutong, don't pretend to me! Ruo Wei resigned, are you satisfied?"
What Ruowei resigned? Forgive him for being isolated from the world for half a month in the laboratory.