Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

Huo Shaoyuan looked forward to it again, but Shao Zhanlin didn't want to continue this topic, and his voice was cold:

"Do you have anything else?"

Seeing his lack of interest, Huo Shaoyuan thought he was worried about Mr. Shao's condition.He didn't mention it again, and instead said:

"Yes, there is one more thing. When I said yesterday that there was a problem with the blood sample, I was thinking too much. What do you mean? What exactly is it?"

This problem troubled Huo Shaoyuan all day, except that he was very nervous during the operation, so he couldn't think about anything else.

Huo Shaoyuan almost thought about eating, about resting, and even dreamed about it.

But until now, I still haven't figured out why.

So he simply didn't think about it, and went directly to Shao Zhanlin to ask about the situation.

Shao Zhanlin thought for a while, didn't hide anything, and said softly:

"It's nothing, I just think what you said is something Qin Yawei can do."

It's not that Shao Zhanlin has a villainous heart to judge others.

But Qin Yawei already had several previous convictions of turning black and white.

Look at her son's rejection of her, or imagine how inconsistent this woman is.

"Is that right?"

Huo Shaoyuan didn't expect such an answer, but he was sure of his own judgment and believed in Shao Zhanlin's intuition, so he immediately decided:

"Then this matter really needs to be investigated..."

Before Shao Zhanlin could answer, Huo Shaoyuan continued:

"I'll do some research here first, and I'll let you know if there are new discoveries."

"Ah."

As soon as the conversation on the mobile phone was cut off, the landline on the table rang, and it was the housekeeper.

"Master, Miss Jiang is here."

The housekeeper on the other end of the phone reported respectfully, Shao Zhanlin frowned lightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Understood, I'll go right away."

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antique bedroom

After undergoing a craniotomy, Shao Hongjun, who had just woken up, was lying on the big golden nanmu bed with gauze wrapped around his head and a weak complexion.

Jiang Nuantang sat sideways on the low stool beside the bed, resting her green hands on his wrists, listening to his pulse.

After a while, Jiang Nuantang slowly took his hand away, and let out a comfortable smile.

"A strong pulse and a regular rhythm are good signs of recovery."

Hearing this, all the Shao family members who were waiting at the side breathed a sigh of relief.

After a pause, Jiang Nuantang asked again:

"As long as there is no infection and inflammation, a slight pain and tightening of the wound is normal. Besides, do you feel any discomfort? For example, dizziness, shortness of breath, etc..."

After hearing Jiang Nuantang's words, Shao Hongjun closed his eyes to feel it, opened his eyes after a while, and shook his head very slightly:

"No, my head doesn't feel heavy, and my breathing is quite easy."

"That's good."

Jiang Nuantang nodded, and was about to stand up after tidying up her things. At this moment, a voice came from the door:

"Master."

"Ah."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded, and before Jiang Nuantang could turn around, Shao Zhanlin had already stepped forward and stood by the bed to greet Shao Hongjun.

"grandfather."

Shao Hongjun nodded, and said to the people waiting in the room:

"You all go out first! Ah Lin and Xiao Nuan stay!"

The old man's voice is not loud, but the residual prestige of the leader left by the battlefield in his early years is still there.

In addition, everyone at this meeting put his safety first, and no one dared to make him emotional.

Therefore, after hearing this, everyone present looked at each other and retreated tacitly.

After the people left, Shao Hongjun turned his head to look at Jiang Nuantang again.

Said to her who was trying to get up again:

"Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Nuantang sat down as promised, and met Shao Hongjun's eyes:

"Grandpa Shao."

Shao Hongjun stretched out his hand, his eyes fell on her hand, as if he wanted to grab something.

Jiang Nuantang understood and stretched out her hand.

The old man took her hand, patted the back of his hand, and said earnestly:

"I've heard everything about this time. That girl Siyan is ignorant, thanks to you who saved me regardless of the past, otherwise I don't know if I can survive this old bone."

The weak voice reveals the vicissitudes of looking after the world.

But no matter how indifferent to life and death, no one will be willing to die on the operating bed without knowing why.

So one can imagine how grateful the old man is to Jiang Nuantang who has saved him many times.

But I don't know, in Jiang Nuantang's view, this is nothing more than a normal thing.

Therefore, even if the Shao family treated her as a guest of honor, they all treated her politely.

Shao Hongjun's words were full of gratitude inside and out, and Jiang Nuantang was still the same Jiang Nuantang, without any change.

For Shao Hongjun's words full of emotion, he just raised his brows lightly and said lightly:

"That's what I should do."

A simple sentence, don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself.

It's not that Jiang Nuantang really found out, but for her, saving lives and healing the wounded is a doctor's bounden duty.

Not to mention that the person in front of her is an elder she likes very much, even if she is Qin Yawei in front of her.

As long as the other party's life is hanging by a thread, she will also save it.

After being revived, it will be handed over to the court for trial. There is no conflict between the two.

Shao Hongjun's face was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect her to say that, and it seemed that this was what she should say.

So in just a moment, the old man returned to normal, his face sinking and authentic:

"If the girl had a pattern like yours, she wouldn't be where she is today—"

Such a point...

Shao Hongjun didn't finish the rest.

Anyone who mentions the matter of being pushed to the gate of hell by his granddaughter will not be in a good mood.

The same goes for Shao Hongjun, who changed the subject at the end, and then said to Jiang Nuantang:

"You saved me several times, and I don't know how to thank you."

"Need not--"

Jiang Nuantang subconsciously refused, but she really didn't think it was necessary. When she studied medicine, she didn't do it for any benefit.

But before she finished speaking, Shao Hongjun had already taken an object from Shao Zhanlin's hand, and put his hand on her finger.