In a moving luxury car, Zhang Wei and Zhang Jia'an were sitting in the back seat of the car. Zhang Wei lowered the car window and admired the buildings on New York Street.
After a moment, Zhang Wei withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Zhang Jia'an aside, and asked: "Uncle An, how is my uncle's injury now?"
"My life is out of danger, but I haven't woken up yet. The doctor said I need to be observed for a while," Zhang Jia'an said.
"Where is my uncle injured?" Zhang Wei asked doubtfully.
"Head." Zhang Jia'an said.
"call……"
After hearing Zhang Jia'an's words, Zhang Wei couldn't help but take a breath, pondered for a moment and then continued to ask: "How did you get hurt?"
"The sniper wounded him from a long distance," Zhang Jia'an said.
"Did the sniper catch it?" Zhang Wei asked.
"Not yet." Zhang Jia'an said.
"Any clues?" Zhang Wei asked.
"It should be a professional killer. He didn't leave any clear clues." Zhang Jia'an shook his head slightly and said.
"Yes." Zhang Wei nodded and asked, "Has Zhang Zhongyun's whereabouts been found?"
"We haven't found Zhongyue yet, but we have found someone who has close contacts with him," Zhang Jia'an said.
After asking several questions in succession, Zhang Wei stopped talking and lay on the pillow to rest. His thoughts gradually returned to the capital. It should be two o'clock in the morning in the capital now.
Previously, Zhang Wei called Li Mengyao and told her on the phone that his parents came to the capital. Li Mengyao also promised to visit them.
More than ten hours had passed, and Zhang Wei didn't know if Li Mengyao had gone. He couldn't make calls on his cell phone on the plane. It was now two o'clock in the morning, so Zhang Wei could only suppress his doubts in his heart.
After a while, Zhang Wei's thoughts became blurred and he gradually fell into a deep sleep. When Zhang Wei woke up again, the car had already driven into a luxurious villa.
"Mr. Zhang, this villa is the property of our Zhang family. I have already arranged lunch and a room. Do you want to take a rest or eat something first?" Zhang Jia'an asked.
If he followed Zhang Wei's idea, he would naturally take a hot bath first, then have a big meal, lie in bed and have a good sleep to recover from the fatigue of more than ten hours.
However, there were some things that couldn't be done as he wished, so Zhang Wei could only give unintentional instructions: "Just eat, and then rush to the hospital where my uncle is staying."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Zhang Jia'an responded, and then stepped out of the car first.
…
Zhang Wei did not stay in the villa for too long. After he and Zhang Zhongyun had lunch, they rushed to the hospital accompanied by Zhang Jia'an and escorted by no less than dozens of bodyguards.
Although the private hospital where Zhang Pingsheng lives is not owned by Hongding Group, it is owned by Hongmen, so it is still very safe in terms of safety.
There are several bodyguards outside Zhang Pingsheng's ward, all of whom are responsible for Zhang Pingsheng's safety. Even if Zhang Wei and others want to visit, they must first confirm their identity.
Because Zhang Pingsheng was still under observation, he could not allow too many people to come into contact with him. Only Zhang Zhongyun and Zhang Wei went in, and the rest could only wait outside.
As soon as he entered Zhang Pingsheng's ward, Zhang Zhongyun seemed very excited and rushed directly to the side of the hospital bed. While holding Zhang Pingsheng's left hand, he looked at Zhang Pingsheng and said:
"Dad, I'm here to see you!"
"Ha..." After entering the ward, Zhang Wei also sighed and observed Zhang Pingsheng on the hospital bed with a look of concern on his face.
At this time, Zhang Pingsheng was lying quietly on the hospital bed, his face looked very pale, his head was wrapped with a layer of gauze, his eyes were tightly closed, and an intravenous drip was still dripping on his right hand.
"Dad, can you hear me? I am your son Zhongyun!" Zhang Zhongyun sobbed softly.
"Zhongyun, please restrain yourself and don't disturb your uncle's rest." Zhang Wei persuaded in a low voice.
"Zhang Wei, I want to be alone with my dad for a while." Zhang Zhongyun sobbed and turned to look at Zhang Wei and said.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you outside." Zhang Wei nodded slightly, patted Zhang Zhongyun on the shoulder, and walked out of the ward.
When Zhang Wei walked outside the ward, under Zhang Jia'an's introduction, he found the attending physician who was monitoring him and asked: "Doctor Chen, I am a family member of the patient. How is his injury?"
"We have performed surgery on Mr. Zhang, and the shrapnel has been removed from his head. Basically, the risk to his life has been ruled out," said the man known as Dr. Chen.
The attending doctor's name is Chen Fang, a Chinese-American doctor. He looks to be in his forties. He speaks politely and has a very respectful attitude towards Zhang Wei.
"Dr. Chen, if my patient recovers, will it have any impact on his body?" Zhang Wei asked.
"It's hard to say for sure. The patient's injury was on his head. No doctor can guarantee that." Chen Fang shook his head and said.
"Dr. Chen, what do you mean by this? Can you explain it more clearly?" Zhang Wei asked with a change of expression.
"this……"
Seeing Zhang Wei's strange look, Dr. Chen looked a little nervous and said, "The human head is a very delicate organ. Once it is damaged externally, it is very likely to have sequelae of brain trauma."
"What are the sequelae of traumatic brain injury?" Zhang Wei asked.
"A group of autonomic nervous system dysfunction or psychiatric symptoms that persist long after the recovery period for patients with brain trauma: including headaches, nervousness, irritability, concentration disorders, memory impairment, dizziness, insomnia, fatigue and other symptoms." Chen
the doctor said.
"Is the probability of developing sequelae of brain trauma high?" Zhang Wei asked after hesitating for a moment.
"This also depends on the patient's recovery. It's difficult to make a probabilistic statistics." Dr. Chen said.
"I understand, thank you for your hard work." Zhang Wei said.
"You're welcome, it is our bounden duty as doctors to provide patients with the best medical services." Dr. Chen said.
"Yeah." Zhang Wei responded casually, then turned and looked aside, deep in thought, and thought to himself:
"No matter how uncle recovers? He has no chance in this life."
…
"Beep bell bell..."
A burst of cell phone ringing woke Li Mengyao from her sleep. Li Mengyao took out her cell phone in a daze, looked at the mobile phone number on the screen, pressed the answer button and said: "Hey, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Baby, haven't you gotten up yet?" Zhang Wei asked.
"It's not eight o'clock yet, you don't care if I get up or not." Li Mengyao muttered with some dissatisfaction.
"Baby, you are so lucky. Since the last time I called you, I haven't slept for 24 hours, but you lie in bed and sleep every day." Zhang Wei joked.
"If you dislike me, you can just dump me." Li Mengyao snorted and said.
"Then I can't bear to part with you. Who made you look so beautiful?" Zhang Wei said.
"If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. I still need to rest now." Li Mengyao curled her lips and said.
"Baby, did you say you were going to see my parents yesterday? Did you go?" Zhang Wei asked doubtfully.
"I... didn't prepare any gifts yesterday, so I didn't go to visit." Li Mengyao muttered in a low voice and said.
"Then have you prepared any gifts today?" Zhang Wei asked.
"Well, it's ready." Li Mengyao responded.
"Then you go and visit today. If you go too late, it will seem a bit disrespectful." Zhang Wei instructed.
"I understand this too..."
Li Mengyao squeaked and said a little aggrievedly: "But you are not in the capital now, and you want me, a girl, to take the initiative to visit you. How embarrassing for me!"
"I also know this. I didn't think it through before. I will make it up to you when I go back." Zhang Wei comforted you.
"How can you compensate me? I don't care about it?" Li Mengyao said somewhat unwillingly.
"Baby, I'm working so hard to come to the United States now, isn't it for our future?" Zhang Wei said.
"Humph, what you say is better than what you sing. Who knows which woman you are after." Li Mengyao snorted and said.
"If I have another woman I want to marry, I don't need to let you meet my parents." Zhang Wei said.
"Okay then, I'll just go." Li Mengyao responded softly and then hung up the phone.
…
In Yong'an Hutong in the West District of Beijing, four women walked towards the alley carrying vegetables, seafood, and meat. These four women were Li Huilan, Tan Xiaomei, Tan Jingya, and Sister Liu, the nanny hired by Zhang Wei.
"Madam, this kind of thing should be done by our nanny. How can I get you and the guests to help me buy groceries?" Nanny Sister Liu said with an uneasy look on her face.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. We have nothing to do. We just treat it as wandering around the capital." Tan Xiaomei said with a smile.
"Yes, I usually do all the work around the house. I can't adapt to being free immediately." Li Huilan showed a look of emotion on her face, then turned to look at Tan Jingya aside and asked:
"Jingya, whatever dish you want to eat today, my aunt will cook it for you personally."
"Auntie, I'm not picky about food. I like to eat all the dishes you cook." Tan Jingya said with a sweet smile.
"Jingya is such a good girl, she's better than our Xiaosong." Li Huilan stretched out her right hand, patted Tan Jingya's arm and said.
"Yes, Miss Tan is beautiful, smart and sensible. Whoever marries her will be lucky." Sister Liu also echoed from the side.
"Oh, don't praise her anymore. She has been pampered by me since she was a child, and she doesn't know how to do any housework." Tan Xiaomei waved her hand and said.
"Woooo..."
At this moment, there was a sound of a car in the alley, and the four of them hurriedly stepped aside, only to see a white car passing by, stopping just in front of the Zhang family courtyard.
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