nucmednet Chapter 783 This is not something you should worry about
Chapter 783 This is not something you should worry about
In the temporary lounge of Kuncheng Central Hospital, which was carefully arranged by the hospital director Chang Yuanshan, soft lights shone down, but it was difficult to dispel the tension and solemnity in the air.
The old man leaned tiredly on the soft sofa, his eyes closed, as if he was gathering strength, or praying silently, looking forward to news from his grandson Teng Zijing.
Although his body was slightly hunched at this moment, his innate majesty still emanated from every inch of his skin.
Deng Zhouyi stood quietly by the side, his feet slightly together, his hands hanging naturally, and a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.
His brain was working rapidly, trying to organize his thoughts and thinking about how to respond to the old man's possible next lecture.
The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. In this oppressive silence, there was a sudden vibration of a cell phone, the sound seemed particularly abrupt in the silent room.
The tall and straight adjutant beside him hurriedly reached out his hand to take out his cell phone from his waist and quickly answered the call. He lowered his head slightly and listened quietly to the person on the phone reporting the situation with a serious and focused expression.
After a while, he gently hung up the phone, put his heels together, straightened his body, and faced the old man.
Then, the old man's deep and tired voice sounded. He still closed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
The adjutant's face was solemn, his expression unchanged, and he responded in a standard military posture:
"Report to the Chief, the people who have recently clashed with Zijing, besides Jiang Chengyu, the president of Zidong International,
There is no further news on Antai Technology's An Yi and Ruian Loan's Yu Fei, but all other relevant personnel have been brought back."
When Deng Zhouyi heard this, he looked at the old man's expression nervously, and his heart instantly rose to his throat, fearing that the old man would make another terrible decision because of this matter.
His palms were slightly sweaty and his fingers were trembling unconsciously. The tense atmosphere in the room was like a tangible rope, getting tighter and tighter, almost suffocating Deng Zhouyi.
At this critical moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, and the soft knock broke the suffocating atmosphere.
The adjutant reacted quickly, turned around, reached out, grasped the doorknob, and gently opened the door. Dean Chang Yuanshan walked in with a smile on his face and steady steps.
He was wearing a neat white coat, and the work badge on his chest gleamed faintly under the light.
Chang Yuanshan walked up to the old man, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Old leader, Mr. Jing's operation was successfully completed. He has returned to the VIP ward safely and has regained consciousness."
The old man's eyes, which had been tightly closed, opened instantly, a hint of surprise and eagerness flashed in his eyes. He immediately sat up straight and said, "Oh, come on, take me to see it."
Deng Zhouyi's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down. He hurriedly stepped forward, bent down slightly, reached out his hand and carefully helped the old man to stand up, and walked towards Teng Zijing's ward.
In the VIP ward, on the snow-white bed, Teng Zijing looked pale and weak, sinking deeply into the bed.
His body was filled with various instrument tubes, which were like cold tentacles connected to various monitoring instruments, making regular dripping sounds.
Teng Zijing's mother sat by the bed with a frightened look on her face. She held her son's hand tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go.
Her eyes were red and swollen, her eyes were full of heartache and concern, and her voice was trembling as she whispered, "Zijing, where are you hurt? Does it hurt a lot?"
Teng Zijing frowned slightly, and said with an impatient look on his face, "Mom, I'm really fine, don't make such a fuss.
Back then, I didn't want to join the army and was afraid of the hardship, but you and dad forced me to stay in the army. You always said that the army was my home and I was not allowed to go home until I was discharged.
At that time in the army, the training was intense and the missions were dangerous, so getting injured was commonplace.
But every time I was injured, you guys were never this nervous about me. Now with such a minor injury, you guys can't keep calm?"
At this time, Teng Junhao, who was standing by, frowned, his eyes serious, and shouted sternly: "Can it be the same as now? This is being stabbed.
Tell me, what happened? With your skills and years of experience in the army, how could you be attacked at home?
Teng Zijing's eyes dodged, and he said perfunctorily with a stubborn look: "I wanted to eat some fruit, and I accidentally slipped and fell."
Just as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open by an external force, and the old man walked in quickly with a nervous look on his face.
Deng Zhouyi followed closely behind the old man. When he saw Teng Zijing lying on the hospital bed, he felt mixed emotions and all kinds of complicated emotions surged in his heart.
When Teng Zijing saw his grandfather walking into the ward with hurried steps, he suddenly felt a deep respect in his heart.
He subconsciously wanted to stand up to greet him, but as soon as he moved, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen like a knife.
The sudden severe pain made his face turn paler in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared densely on his forehead.
Seeing this, Ling Ya was extremely anxious. She quickly reached out and gently pressed Teng Zijing's shoulder, and said nervously:
"Son, don't move! The wound you just had sutured in the operating room hasn't healed yet. Don't move around, or the wound will tear."
The old man walked quickly to the bedside. Deng Zhouyi hurried forward, stretched out his hand to pull out a chair beside him, bowed slightly, and greeted him respectfully, "Old man, please sit down."
The old man sat down slowly, his eyes full of doting, but also mixed with a hint of anger, and said in a deep voice:
"You're already injured like this! And you're still moving around. But this also proves that the training you've received in the army over the years is quite good. This strong frame, hmm, not bad."
Teng Zijing endured the pain in his abdomen, forced a playful smile on his face, and said proudly, "Who is my grandfather? He's a well-known figure. How dare I embarrass you?"
The old man frowned slightly, his expression became serious, and he said, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me what's going on.
How could he be stabbed in his own home for no reason? Did this bastard get into trouble again, and you took the blame for him?
In the old man's impression, Deng Zhouyi always seemed to be the troublemaker, while Teng Zijing was like a calm and reliable older brother who always silently stood up for him.
After hearing what his grandfather said, Teng Zijing subconsciously looked at Deng Zhouyi. Then he realized that
Deng Zhouyi's cheeks were very red and swollen, and his originally neat eyebrows were now tightly furrowed together like a twisted knot.
Teng Zijing's heart tightened, and he asked anxiously, "Stinky boy, what's wrong with your face? You actually abused him when I wasn't around.
What does this matter have to do with him? Why do you always think he is so dirty?
Think about it, if he had someone backing him up, would he have lived in fear and trepidation from childhood to adulthood?
Deng Zhouyi saw that Teng Zijing had misunderstood, and he quickly waved his hands vigorously, explaining anxiously, "Master Jing, you misunderstood. No one really blamed me. I did it myself."
Teng Zijing stared at Deng Zhouyi, his eyes revealing a trace of scrutiny, and then his chest heaved violently, and he seemed to say excitedly:
"Hehe, with your behavior, we grew up together, how could I not understand you? Don't hide it from me, was it Auntie who beat you?"
Deng Min heard Teng Zijing guess the truth at once, and she couldn't help but panic and subconsciously shrank back.
His head was lowered almost to his chest, and he didn't dare to look directly into Teng Zijing's eyes, as if he was a child who had done something wrong.
The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became a little subtle, and everyone fell into a brief silence.
When the old man saw that Teng Zijing was avoiding the question and never directly responding to his questions, he already understood something.
He slowly stood up, his eyes full of insight as he said, "Seeing that you are fine, I, an old man, won't stay here any longer.
I just invited a few friends who were involved. I should go back and have a good chat with them, and then everything will be clear!"
When Teng Zijing heard this, he suddenly became nervous, and the relaxed expression he had just had disappeared in an instant.
He hurriedly half-raised himself, completely ignoring the waves of pain in his abdomen, with a childlike expression on his face, and asked anxiously, "Grandpa, who did you invite?"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes were cast towards Deng Zhouyi like a hawk, trying to find a hint of answer from Deng Zhouyi's evasive eyes.
The old man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and chuckled softly: "Rest assured and recuperate. This is not something you should worry about."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door with steady and firm steps.
Upon seeing this, the adjutant stepped forward quickly, reached out and gently grasped the door handle, slowly opened the door, and then followed closely behind the old man and left the ward together.
Teng Zijing looked at his grandfather's departing figure, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart. He ignored his mother's obstruction and
He shouted loudly: "Grandpa...Grandpa..." The voice echoed in the ward, revealing a hint of helplessness and anxiety.
Ling Ya shook her head helplessly, reached out and gently patted Teng Zijing's shoulder, and said softly:
"You're becoming more and more dishonest, child. Your grandfather will have his own way of finding out the truth. Just be obedient and rest here peacefully.
Stop trying to cover up the truth, it will only make Grandpa more worried about you."
Teng Junhao, who was standing by, had a serious expression on his face and said in a cold voice, "The news of your accident has been strictly sealed.
For your safety, we have arranged four bodyguards to guard the door. It's late now, and we should go back after a busy day. Please make sure you get some rest."
Teng Zijing frowned and said impatiently: "I just accidentally slipped and hurt myself.
It's not that serious. We don't need bodyguards. Please stop making such a fuss."
When Deng Min heard Teng Zijing's words, her heart tightened and she couldn't help but glare at Deng Zhouyi with a look full of blame.
She scolded him harshly, "Take good care of the young master. If anything goes wrong again, you can't go home."
After saying that, she hurried forward and carefully helped Ling Ya walk towards the door.
Deng Zhouyi lowered his heavy head, not daring to look directly into his mother's eyes, and whispered, "Well, I know, Mom."
As Ling Ya walked away, she turned back and reminded him worriedly, "Son, get some rest. I'll come see you tomorrow. You must listen to the doctor and take your medicine on time."
Teng Zijing frowned slightly and said with a hint of impatience in his tone, "Mom, just take care of yourself. I might be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Please leave now! Don't come tomorrow."
As he spoke, he waved his hands, as if to drive away mosquitoes, revealing an expression of annoyance.
The door of the ward slowly closed. Teng Zijing lay alone on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought.