Huo Shaoyuan was looking 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:
"There is one more thing. Yesterday I said there was a problem with the blood sample because I was overthinking it. What did you mean by not necessarily? What exactly does it mean?"
This problem bothered Huo Shaoyuan all day long. Apart from being extremely nervous during the operation, he had no time to think about anything else.
Huo Shaoyuan almost thought about eating, resting, and even dreamed about it.
But till now, I still can't figure out the reason.
So he simply gave up and went directly to Shao Zhanlin to ask about the situation.
Shao Zhanlin thought about it for a moment, without hiding anything, and said quietly:
"It's nothing, I just think the situation you mentioned is something Qin Yawei can do."
It's not that Shao Zhanlin is a villain and makes assumptions about others.
But Qin Yawei has already had a record of confusing right and wrong several times.
Look at her son's rejection of her, otherwise you can imagine how inconsistent this woman is.
"is that so?"
Huo Shaoyuan did not expect such an answer, but he was sure of his own judgment and believed in Shao Zhanlin's intuition, so he decided immediately:
"Then we really need to investigate this matter carefully..."
Before Shao Zhanlin could answer, Huo Shaoyuan continued:
"I'll do some research here first and let you know if I find anything new."
"Um."
Just as the conversation on the mobile phone was cut off, the landline on the table rang. It was the housekeeper calling.
"Master, Miss Jiang is here."
The butler on the other end of the phone reported in a respectful manner. Shao Zhanlin frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:
"I know, I'll be there right away."
…
In the antique bedroom
After undergoing a craniotomy, Shao Hongjun had just woken up, his head was wrapped in gauze, and he was lying on a large golden nanmu bed with a weak look on his face.
Jiang Nuantang was sitting on the low stool beside the bed, her green hands on his wrists, and she was listening to his pulse.
After a while, Jiang Nuantang slowly took his hand away and smiled comfortably.
"The pulse is strong and rhythmic, which is a good sign of recovery."
Hearing this, all the Shao family members waiting aside secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After a pause, Jiang Nuantang continued to ask:
"As long as there is no infection or inflammation, slight pain and tightening of the wound are normal. In addition, do you feel any discomfort? For example, dizziness, difficulty breathing, etc..."
After listening to Jiang Nuantang's words, Shao Hongjun closed his eyes and felt it for a while. After a while, he opened his eyes 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, packed his things and was about to stand up. Just then, a voice came from the door:
"Master."
"Um."
A deep magnetic voice sounded, and before Jiang Nuantang could turn around, Shao Zhanlin had already stepped over and stood beside the bed to greet Shao Hongjun.
"grandfather."
Shao Hongjun nodded and said to the people waiting in the room:
"You all should go out first! A Lin and Xiao Nuan stay!"
The old man's voice is not loud, but the residual power of the leader left behind by the early battlefields is still there.
In addition, everyone in this meeting was concerned about his safety, and no one dared to make him emotional.
Therefore, after hearing this, everyone present looked at each other and retreated in tacit agreement.
After they left, Shao Hongjun turned to look at Jiang Nuantang again.
He said to her who was trying to get up again:
"Sit down, I have something to tell you."
Jiang Nuantang sat down as he was told and looked into Shao Hongjun's eyes:
"Grandpa Shao."
Shao Hongjun stretched out his hand and his eyes fell on her hand, as if he wanted to grab something.
Jiang Nuantang came over understandingly and stretched out his hand.
The old man took her hand, patted the back of it, and said seriously:
"I've heard everything about this time. That girl Siyan is not sensible. Thank you for saving me regardless of the past. Otherwise, I don't know if I can survive this with my old bones."
The weak voice revealed the vicissitudes of guarding the ever-changing world.
But no matter how down-to-earth one is about life and death, no one will be willing to die inexplicably on the operating bed like this.
So you can imagine how grateful the old man was to Jiang Nuantang who had saved him many times.
Little did he know that in Jiang Nuantang's opinion, this was just a normal thing.
Therefore, even if the Shao family treated her as a guest, everyone was polite to her.
Shao Hongjun's words were also full of gratitude. Jiang Nuantang was still the same Jiang Nuantang without any change.
Regarding Shao Hongjun's emotional words, he just frowned slightly and said lightly:
"This is what I should do."
To put it simply, don’t be happy with things and don’t be sad with yourself.
It's not that Jiang Nuantang really figured it out, it's just that for her, saving lives and healing the wounded is a doctor's bounden duty.
Not to mention that the person in front of her was the old man she liked very much, even if it was Qin Yawei in front of her.
As long as the other person's life is hanging by a thread, she will still save him.
After being resuscitated and then handed over to the court for trial, there is no conflict between the two.
Shao Hongjun looked slightly startled, as if he didn't expect her to say that, and it seemed that this was what she should say.
Therefore, it only took a moment for the old man to return to normal, with an authentic look on his face:
"If that girl had a pattern like yours, she wouldn't be where she is today -"
This is the point...
Shao Hongjun didn't finish what he said next.
Anyone who mentions being pushed to death by his own granddaughter will not be in a good mood.
Shao Hongjun was the same. Finally, he changed the subject and said to Jiang Nuantang:
"You have saved me several times, and I don't know how to thank you enough."
"Need not--"
Jiang Nuantang subconsciously refused, and she really didn't think it was necessary. She didn't study medicine for any benefit.
But before she could finish her words, Shao Hongjun had already taken something from Shao Zhanlin's hand and put it on her finger.