Chapter 939: Handsome boy
Chapter 939 The Handsome Young Man
Xia Ling was slightly startled. She had never thought that going to him by herself would cause him trouble?
"Then..." She felt a little uncomfortable and asked Zhou's mother, "How is he these days? How is he in spirit? Has he taken medicine and slept on time?"
Ma Zhou told her one by one.
Xia Ling said, "Why doesn't he answer my calls these days?"
Zhou's mother said: "Electronic products contain radiation, and the doctor told me not to use them. If you have anything to say, please tell me and I will help you convey it to your husband."
Xia Ling thought it made sense and told Zhou's mother: "Be sure to take good care of him. I heard that the Wei family has a folk remedy to treat cancer, but I have been stopped several times. Please tell him this news. Maybe there will be a glimmer of hope..." She also knew that hope was slim, but it was like a dying person grabbing the last straw. If you can, you should try it.
Zhou’s mother’s eyes lit up: “Really?”
"It should be true," Xia Ling wasn't too sure. "It was Wei Shaoyin who told me that her family had developed folk remedies many years ago, but the effect was not very stable. About... one thousand cases could only... To cure one case, and the raw materials are very rare, it is useless to find others, you must go to Wei Lingnan. "
It's a pity that Wei Lingnan avoided seeing her, and even Wei Shaoyin couldn't think of it.
Zhou’s mother was very grateful: “Thank you, no matter what, some news is better than no news. I will definitely tell my husband. If he can be saved, you will be his savior!”
Xia Ling gave a few more instructions, raised her head, glanced at the villa, and then left.
The nanny car gradually drove away.
Behind the curtains of the study room on the second floor, a man looked out the window, his expression gradually dimming. The dim yellow desk lamp shines like a bean, projecting his tall figure on the rosewood bookshelf and the gray powder-painted wall, stretching and bending into a strange shape, making him look as stooped as an old man.
His face is haggard and his eyes are haggard.
Zhou's mother walked to the door gently: "Sir, Miss Ling is gone."
He nodded: "Very good, bring in the documents sent by Chu Chen and prepare for the five o'clock conference call."
Zhou's mother couldn't bear it: "Sir, you have been dealing with official duties these days, and your body will be overwhelmed! Why do you avoid Miss Ling? With her here, I can still advise you!"
Pei Ziheng shook his head slightly and said in a more serious tone: "Go and move the documents."
Why doesn’t he want Xiao Ling to accompany him? Why don't he want her to comfort him all the time and accompany him through the last years of his life? But, he can't. He couldn't let Xiao Ling see him looking so haggard, just like a once towering tree withered and dead. He was her god, her god, her faith and reliance...
If she must leave this world, let him exist in her memories in the most powerful image.
Rather than the frail and embarrassed man he is now, who coughs after just a few words.
He deliberately avoided her. He didn't answer her phone calls and didn't see her, just because he didn't dare to meet her.
Zhou Ma looked at him, tears gathering in her eyes: "Sir, please take care of your body! Just now Miss Ling said that the Wei family has a folk remedy that may be able to cure your illness! Otherwise, let's go and ask the Wei family for help. Bar?"
“I, Pei Ziheng, don’t have the word “qiu” in my dictionary,” he said.
If he wanted that remedy, Xiao Ling would probably have come to give it to him long ago, but with her background as the "Phoenix of the Xia Family", why would he waste his time on something that she couldn't even get? If you have this energy, it is better to sort out the family affairs, select the next successor of the family head, and ensure a smooth transfer of power. With so many things going on, how could he have time to think about his condition?
Pei Ziheng looked at the document attentively again.
After looking for him several times, Xia Ling finally came back to her senses. On this day, she came to the villa again, grabbed Zhou's mother and asked, "Is he avoiding me on purpose?"
Zhou's mother burst into tears: "Miss Ling, please advise him! Sir, he has been working so hard these days! He doesn't even listen to the doctor's words or Mr. Chu's words! The only one who can persuade him now is you. !" She told intermittently how hard Pei Ziheng worked, pushing himself to the limit. Even normal people could not bear the extremely high work intensity, let alone he was a patient?
Zhou's mother knelt down: "Miss Ling, please save Mr. Ling!"
Xia Ling was frightened when she heard this. She didn't expect the situation to be so serious. She quickly asked Zhou's mother: "Where is Pei Ziheng now? I'll go find him!"
Zhou's mother gave her the address of a hospital and said: "My husband has been working overtime until late at night the past few days. Last night he suddenly coughed and vomited blood. He was sent there by ambulance. Now his condition has stabilized a little."
As I spoke, I was about to cry again.
Xia Ling didn't bother to comfort her, she hurriedly got into the nanny car and told the driver to drive towards the hospital.
It was a very remote hospital, not one the Pei family was used to, and even dignitaries rarely visited it. On the top floor of the inpatient department, even the VIP ward is in much worse condition than those in large hospitals. The floors in the dimly lit corridors are worn and creaky when you step on them.
If it weren't for the two familiar bodyguards in front of the ward door, Xia Ling would have really suspected that she was in the wrong place.
The bodyguard tried to stop her: "Miss Ling, sir, no one is allowed to disturb you."
Xia Ling glared at them fiercely: "Is this the first time you've met me?! Don't you know I have privileges?!" After saying that, before the two bodyguards could react, she rushed in.
It was very quiet in the ward.
In addition to Pei Ziheng on the hospital bed, there was also a handsome young man standing beside the bed.
The young man was wearing an iron-gray suit, and his eyes and brows were slightly sharp, somewhat like him. The two were talking and stopped when they saw her coming in. There was a fleeting look of surprise on Pei Ziheng's expression, as well as a subtle embarrassment: "Xiao Ling, why are you here?"
Xia Ling looked at him.
He looked really bad. He had lost a lot of weight and was almost out of shape.
She couldn't help but think of the man in her memory. That year in the orphanage, under the blooming irises, she looked up at the floor-to-ceiling glass of the dean's office on the second floor. The man... was tall and handsome, like a god.
How did it end up like this?
Her nose was sore and she almost cried.
Pei Ziheng also felt a little embarrassed, so he changed the subject and introduced her: "Xiao Ling, this is Pei Xiu, the CEO of Emperor Pictures, who just returned from studying in Germany."
Emperor Pictures is a subsidiary of Emperor Entertainment. Pei Xiu is a direct subordinate of Pei Ziheng and has a very high level. After hearing the introduction, Xia Ling was shocked by his youth, but then she thought about it. When Pei Ziheng was ordered to inherit the entire Emperor Entertainment in danger, he was younger, only sixteen years old, so it was not surprising.
(End of this chapter)