The doctor closed the ICU door behind him.
Lin Shi did not leave as instructed.
He leaned against the wall beside the ICU door, his back pressed to the cold surface as his toes tapped lightly against the floor.
After a moment, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke rolled through his lungs before he slowly exhaled it.
No one needed to remind him that he had been going through cigarettes a little too quickly lately.
But it did not matter. It would soon be over.
It was only natural that he had failed to seize the shares from Lin Lang.
After thinking it over, Lin Shi felt that perhaps it was time to return to school.
His suspicions had not yet been cleared in front of the old master.
And tomorrow, the Lin Household would receive news that Lin Rui had died in the hospital after resuscitation efforts failed.
Lin Shi thought that he was no longer suited to make any moves for the time being.
Based on his understanding of his old master, once Lin Lang had firmly secured his position as president, Old Master Lin would begin supporting him.
Lin Shi closed his eyes briefly. He was in no hurry.
*
The doctor entered and gave a slight bow to the still-conscious person on the hospital bed. "President Lin."
He stepped closer and observed Lin Rui's condition.
Then he fell silent.
Lin Shi's words—he's not dead yet—were truly fitting.
He was not dead yet, but that was about all.
He pulled out the medical chart at the bedside, his ink pen sweeping across a blank page as he quickly recorded Lin Rui's current condition.
As he wrote, he muttered to himself.
"President Lin, the medicine administered to you was newly developed by Lin Shi