Whether it was thanks to the Spirit Fruit or Meng Zhiyuan's astonishing powers of recovery, within just a few days, all his physical indicators had met the requirements for discharge.
"Should we let Uncle Shaoxuan and the others know?"
After handling the discharge paperwork, Jiang Ze stood outside the hospital, feeling unexpectedly wistful.
Before him stood a fully recovered Meng Zhiyuan in a crisp suit, looking ready to head straight to work.
The big shot was a workaholic through and through, though Xiao Liu's relentless barrage of urgent calls over the past few days probably had something to do with it too.
Remembering how miserable Xiao Liu had sounded on the phone, Jiang Ze couldn't help shuddering.
The poor, overworked soul.
"I sent them a message this morning. We'll have a meal together sometime later."
Meng Zhiyuan took the suitcase from him, clasped his hand, and led him toward the parking lot without leaving room for argument.
Feeling the warmth of his hand, Jiang Ze's lips curved upward of their own accord.
When the two finally returned to the Villa after their long absence, Elder Feng was already waiting at the gate. Tears streamed down his aged face at the sight of them, and he dabbed at the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.
"Young master, you're finally back!"
To spare Elder Feng any worry, Jiang Ze had only told him about Meng Zhiyuan's injuries yesterday. The news had nearly frightened the old man into fainting.
Only after hearing that Meng Zhiyuan was out of danger had he recovered.
"Elder Feng, I'm sorry we worried you."
A rare smile graced Meng Zhiyuan's face. He had Cheng Feng put their things away before the two went upstairs to rest.
"Why don't you rest for another couple of days?"
Jiang Ze