Meanwhile, Cheng Ruimu rushed to the hospital and paid the fees immediately.
"Mr. Cheng, you're incredibly lucky. Professor Zhang is the very best in this field. With him operating on your mother, she'll surely recover soon."
"Thank you, Head Nurse."
His anxiety had barely eased before the monitors attached to his mother in the ward began beeping urgently again.
"The patient in bed five is deteriorating! Call Professor Zhang, quick!"
"Have the fees for bed five been paid?"
"Head Nurse, Professor Zhang is on his way back from the airport!"
"Good! Get her to the operating room immediately!"
Everything that happened that day was so sudden and surreal.
Cheng Ruimu felt as though the hospital staff had shut him out. He watched the nurses bustle back and forth in a daze.
The surgery lasted all evening, from dusk until late at night.
The operating room light suddenly went out. He sprang to his feet and hurried over. "Doctor, how's my mom?"
The doctor removed his mask, revealing an elderly, exhausted face. "The surgery went very well. The other doctors are finishing up."
"Professor Zhang, please get some rest."
"All right."
After they left, only one thought remained in Cheng Ruimu's mind.
Everything the man he had met at the café said was true.
If he had signed the contract with Jiayuan yesterday without getting the money, he wouldn't have been able to pay for his mother's surgery. Professor Zhang would have gone abroad, and his mother wouldn't have received treatment.
Something really might have happened to her...
Who exactly was Hua Jian?
Hua Jian, broke as hell, let out an enormous yawn. "I'm so sleepy!"
"What were you doing all day to get this tired?"
"Brother Shen, did you forget? I'm a student. I have classes during the day."
"Tsk, anyone who didn't know better would think you were in high school." Something occurred to Brother Shen, and his hand paused. He looked up at the languid, strikingly beautiful man behind the bar and said hesitantly, "Andy quit."
Hua Jian casually wiped a glass. "Really? Looks like he found somewhere better than UP."
Brother Shen looked away with a scoff. "Before you came, he was really popular at UP. He earned over a hundred thousand a month in commissions on bottle sales, and some rich young guy sent him gifts on his livestreams."
Hua Jian was suddenly wide awake. "What livestreams? He's a content creator?"
Brother Shen shot him a sidelong glance. "You think all those kids come to UP just to earn part-time wages and bottle commissions like you?"
Hua Jian, inexplicably looked down on: ...
"Shen, bring Xiao Jian to room 206 to mix drinks for President Lu."
"Yes, Manager Liu."
Brother Shen immediately stood and tipped his chin at Hua Jian. "Come on, we've got work. Stay sharp in there."
There was no music or clamor in room 206. It was as quiet as a college entrance exam room.
Lu Zexi held back his irritation. "Is Bo going bankrupt? How do you have so much free time to keep coming here every day?"
"President Lu, I contacted you, but you still haven't come to the office to sign the documents. President Bo had no choice but to come here."
Jiang Kai smiled as he explained on Bo Lin's behalf, though he had questions of his own.
Normally, such a minor matter wouldn't require Bo Lin to come in person at all.
Lu Zexi had a nasty sense of humor.
He deliberately provoked President Bo every time. All President Bo had to do was call President Lu with a cold expression, and President Lu would show up on his own.
But he was only President Bo's assistant. Naturally, he couldn't make wild guesses about his boss's intentions.
He glanced at the silent President Bo out of the corner of his eye and thought, Perhaps today's documents are particularly important?
Just then, someone pushed the door open from outside.
"Hello, President Lu. Hello, President Bo."
The clear voice cut through the oppressive silence in the room.
At the same time, it was as though a thunderbolt had struck Lu Zexi over the head.
He finally knew what had felt off!
Lu Zexi discreetly studied his utterly unruffled friend.
The young man before them mixed their drinks with fluid ease, while his friend never even lifted his head, as though he didn't care in the slightest.
Seeing this, he began to doubt his own guess.
Could Bo Lin not have come here for Hua Jian after all? Was it just a coincidence?
But as he looked away, he failed to notice the almost imperceptible movement of Bo Lin's right hand on the sofa.
"Your drinks, gentlemen."
Hua Jian smiled as he set the drinks before them.
When he approached Bo Lin, the big shot didn't move at all. Hua Jian couldn't help marveling at what a workaholic he was.
But as he looked away, his gaze swept over the watch on Bo Lin's left wrist.
A classic model from H.
Oh, right. I wonder if H has sold the watch I left with them yet.
If that watch sells, I won't have to shamelessly ask Xie Zhiwei for money.
Bo Lin suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting Hua Jian's wandering gaze by chance. Hua Jian instinctively gave him a radiant smile.
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