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The old man frowned when he saw the soup, and didn't want to drink it.

He directly refused and said, "Pour it out. I've been drinking it for a while, but it doesn't have any effect. It's better not to drink it."

The housekeeper put the medicine directly in front of the old man, and persuaded earnestly: "You also know that this traditional Chinese medicine is slow to take effect, but it is a process of strengthening the foundation and strengthening the source. If you stop the medicine now, then those medicines before will be in vain. Yet?"

Like a child, the old man pushed the medicine bowl in front of him away, his eyes full of resistance.

But the medicine bowl was quickly moved closer by the housekeeper.

"Master, even if you don't think about your own body, you still have to think about these children, right? If you don't have a good body, how can you support the Fourth Young Master?"

The housekeeper's words of persuasion reached the old man's heart, he had to cherish his body, and he had to pave the way for Nangong He in the group!
Only in this way can Nangong He walk steadily in the future.

After figuring it out, the old man picked up the pill in front of him, wrinkled his nose and drank the whole bowl of medicine.

The butler saw with his own eyes that the bottom of the bowl was clean, so he was relieved and took the empty bowl.

"This is all prescribed by Dr. Zhang himself. If you don't insist, Dr. Zhang will say you are disobedient next time when he comes to examine you again."

The old man sighed helplessly, "How long do I have to drink this medicine?"

"I don't dare to say that, I still have to follow the doctor's advice." After speaking, the housekeeper went straight to the kitchen.

Where the old man didn't see, the butler's eyes darkened, he handed the bowl to the servant, and whispered in her ear: "Next time, double the dose."

The servant's eyes widened in horror. Although he was a little uneasy, he still nodded obediently.

During the few days when Nangong Lingyu was not in the company, Nangong He seemed to be facing an enemy.

Those few old directors in the group didn't listen to him at all, and looked down on him everywhere.

He took the document and went to the hospital to ask Nangong Lingyu to sign it. As soon as he walked to the door of the ward, he saw Nangong Lingyu's secretary in the ward, and they seemed to be talking about something.

Nangong He subconsciously stopped, stood at the door, and did not go in.

In the ward, Nangong Lingyu was about to give some work to the secretary, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Nangong He's blurry figure through the door glass.

Nangong Lingyu rolled his eyes, swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and deliberately amplified his voice and said, "How is Ahe's work recently? Have those old guys made things difficult for him? This is the thing that worries me the most."

The secretary froze for a moment, a little surprised by Nangong Lingyu's words, but he soon found that Nangong Lingyu's eyes were fixed on behind him. Although he didn't look back, the secretary vaguely guessed something.

The secretary responded cooperatively: "If you are not in the company, those old fellows will not obey the arrangements of the Fourth Young Master! It can be said that they are making trouble for the Fourth Young Master everywhere, and I can't stand it anymore."

"It seems that I need to give them some warnings, lest they live uneasy in the group."

The secretary flattered from the side: "General manager, you are really considerate of the fourth young master. Even though the doctor told you not to work hard, you still worry about the fourth young master's affairs every day."

"This is what I should do." Nangong Lingyu smiled lightly, with an extraordinarily gentle tone: "Ahe is my younger brother, of course I have to think more about him, so it is not in vain for him to call me 'Big Brother'."

Nangong He, who was standing at the door, heard all these words, his heart was shaken, and a sense of guilt arose spontaneously.

Nangong Lingyu thought about him everywhere, even if he was injured, he still wanted to help him reduce the pressure in the group, but he had no choice but to grab the current general manager of Nangong Lingyu.

After adjusting his emotions and taking a deep breath, Nangong He pushed open the door of the ward.

Seeing Nangong He, Nangong Lingyu's eyes immediately showed surprise.

At the same time, he asked worriedly: "Why do you come here when you have time? I'm not in the company these days, and the work in your hands may have piled up like a mountain?"

"Fortunately, isn't there Jing Yihong to share the burden for me. It just so happens that there are some documents that need your signature, so I'll bring them along."

The secretary handed Nangong He a chair with good eyesight, and then quietly exited the ward without disturbing their work.

Nangong Lingyu was about to read those documents, but was stopped by Nangong He unexpectedly.

He looked at Nangong He blankly, and asked in confusion: "Don't you need my signature? You won't let me see, how can I sign?"

"These documents are not in a hurry, you can look at them tomorrow during the day."

Nangong He pressed his hands tightly on those documents, and said jokingly: "With your character, you will definitely read them all night tonight. If you get tired and your injury gets worse, then I will really be guilty."

"I'm not so delicate. I'm not a porcelain doll. How tired can I be from reading a few documents." Nangong Lingyu couldn't laugh or cry at his remarks, but he couldn't help him, so he had to compromise.

"Okay, I'll watch it tomorrow during the day."

Only then did Nangong He let go of his hand in satisfaction.

Nangong Lingyu involuntarily began to ask Nangong He about the company's situation recently, and also specifically told Nangong He to restrain his temper and endure as much as he could in front of those directors.

"They deliberately find fault with you, they just want to anger you, and then seize your excuse to sue you in front of the old man. You must not be fooled by them."

Hearing Nangong Lingyu's instructions, Nangong He felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"Brother, thank you for being so considerate for me. I was always a jerk before and didn't listen to your persuasion. I'm really sorry."

"Brothers don't need to say such polite words." Nangong Lingyu smiled slightly, reached out and patted Nangong He on the shoulder, "In the eyes of others, we may be in a competitive relationship, but in my heart, I have always regarded you as my own. brother."

Nangong He nodded heavily, "You have always been my good brother."

Nangong Lingyu's gentle gaze concealed a bit of sarcasm. It was simply too easy for him to gain Nangong He's trust.

On the weekend, Nangong He deliberately dragged Ruan Qianya to the shopping mall in order to attend Mr. Shen's birthday party.

Seeing the various styles of suits in front of her, Ruan Qianya was a little dazzled.

She handed the selected suit to Nangong He, and at the same time sighed helplessly, "It's just a birthday party, do you need to take it so seriously?"

"Of course we have to pay attention to it. This will affect Mr. Shen's impression of me." Nangong He took the suit and compared it in front of the mirror, then shook his head, "This one is too dark, change it."

Ruan Qianya helped him pick it up, and complained: "You and Mr. Shen are just a cooperative relationship. Is it necessary to care so much about his impression of you? I don't want you to be his son-in-law..."