12dz Chapter 914: There were actually signs
Chapter 914: There were actually signs
The early morning sunlight was like melted gold, flowing across the marble pavement of the Teng family villa, making the flowers, plants and trees in the yard look bright and vivid.
Deng Min was wiping the railing of the corridor with a rag. The carvings on the wood gradually revealed a warm luster under her hands.
Sister Guihua hurried out of the living room, "Amin, the lady wants you to come in!"
"Sister Guihua, what's the matter?" Deng Min held a rag in his hand, looking confused.
"I don't know either. Give me the rag and go in and take a look. You'll know when you see the lady!"
"Oh, then I'll leave this place to you. I'll go in and take a look." Deng Min handed the rag to Sister Guihua and walked into the house.
Sister Guihua had no complaints. She took the rag, bent down and started wiping it, looking casual and friendly.
Not far away, Teng Junhao accompanied the old man for a walk in the yard and wandered to the edge of the rockery.
The spring behind the rockery gurgles with water, which falls layer by layer along the stone steps.
The sound of tiny splashes of water hitting the surface of the pool is more soothing than silence.
The red goldfish in the pond swung their tail fins, like a handful of flowing cinnabar, and were swimming in groups around the foot of the rockery.
A security guard came over with great discernment and handed over a small bowl of fish food.
The old man saw the fish food in the small bowl, reached out to take it, picked up a few grains with his fingertips and sprinkled them down.
The water surface suddenly exploded with red waves - the fish rushed over in a rush.
The tail fin slapped the water surface, and the splashing water droplets sparkled in the sunlight.
"Jun Hao," the old man said suddenly, looking at the excitement in the pool.
His voice was filled with the calmness of a veteran military leader. "What do you think about Antai Technology?"
Teng Junhao approached the edge of the pond and looked at the fish that the old man was feeding. He stopped there.
He asked in a probing tone, "Dad, what do you want to know?"
"In all aspects." The old man scattered some fish food again and his eyes fell on his son's face.
Teng Junhao pondered for a moment and said honestly: "From the perspective of the company's operations, there were actually signs a long time ago.
An Jinsong is too utilitarian, calculating, and always thinking about his own gains and losses. It's no exaggeration to say that today's situation is inevitable."
He paused, thinking of his son's persistence with An Yu, and said unhappily:
"If Zijing wasn't so obsessed with Anyu, I wouldn't really approve of this marriage."
The old man didn't respond, but sprinkled the fish food in his hand into the pond little by little, watching the red goldfish fighting for it.
A trace of complexity and heartache flashed across his eyes: "Zijing, that kid, was not right when he came back last night."
He suddenly said, "They're mumbling something about 'three-year agreement' and 'strangers from now on'. They must be having a quarrel."
"Dad, what are you saying? Anyu is going to use her marital assets to save Antai Technology? Is this putting Zijing in a difficult position?"
He turned to look at Teng Junhao, his tone a little confused: "No! Last time, the incident at the military hospital,
I think An Yu is a very sensible girl. She is not as selfish as An Jinsong, nor does she seem to be the kind of person who would act recklessly.
I really can't figure out what happened to Zijing last night when he looked so distraught.
Teng Junhao sighed and looked at the pomegranate tree not far away.
That was the tree that Zijing and Deng Zhouyi had climbed when they were children. On the branches were still the names they had carved crookedly when they became sworn brothers.
"This child has looked wild since he was young, and he does things without thinking. But he is actually very kind-hearted. Those he is determined to protect will never suffer any loss."
He thought of the things Zijing had done for Anyu, and a warm feeling appeared in his eyes.
"It's just that sometimes I'm stubborn. Even though I care terribly, I have to pretend I don't care."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ling Ya and Deng Min walking towards him from the other end of the corridor.
Ling Ya came closer with a thermos in her hand and said with a smile, "Dad, Jun Hao, Deng Min and I are going to the hospital to see Zhou Yi.
Zijing is still sleeping. He seemed to be in a bad mood last night, so I didn't wake him up. Let him sleep a little longer!"
The old man nodded and said: "If Zhou Yi is almost recovered,
Ask him to bring the girl named Qianqian home and have a simple meal together."
"I understand, Dad." Ling Ya responded, and looked at Teng Junhao again. They both tacitly agreed not to mention Zijing again.
Deng Min followed beside her, carrying a fruit basket, and said softly, "Madam, the car is coming. Let's go. The sooner we go, the sooner we can return."
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows behind the two people.
The water behind the rockery was still gurgling, but the red goldfish in the pond had already dispersed.
Only circles of ripples gradually spread out, like the unspoken worries in someone's heart.
The security guard drove a luxury car at high speed, through the busy traffic, and arrived at the First People's Hospital.
The black luxury car stopped smoothly in front of the First People's Hospital. Deng Min got out first.
He turned around, protected the top edge of the car door with his hands, and carefully helped Ling Ya down.
The two men walked quickly into the hall carrying thermoses and fruit baskets.
Arriving at the front desk, he politely asked, "Hello, how do I get to Deng Zhouyi's ward?"
"Ma'am, please wait a moment," the nurse said as she checked on the computer and pointed, "Turn right and take the elevator to the third floor. It's Ward 336."
"Thank you," Deng Min said, and then she and Ling Ya followed the instructions to the third floor. After turning a corner, they saw the house number 336.
Ling Ya gently pushed open the door and saw Deng Zhouyi lying on the hospital bed with an IV needle on the back of his hand, still half asleep.
She walked lightly to the bedside, put down the thermos, and reached out to touch his forehead with concern. The temperature had dropped a little.
Deng Zhouyi seemed to be startled, and suddenly opened his eyes, meeting Ling Ya's gaze with sleepy eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Auntie Ling, why are you here?"
Ling Ya smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were full of kindness. "Are you feeling better today? I made you some pork rib soup. Drink some to warm your stomach."
Deng Zhouyi felt a little embarrassed and struggled to sit up, his voice still a little weak:
"Thank you, Auntie Ling. You didn't have to make such a special trip. I'm fine. I'm done with the infusion and I'm going home."
Ling Ya was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Deng Min, only to find that Deng Min was still standing at the door.
Holding the fruit basket in his hand, he didn't move, so he scolded her, "Why are you standing at the door? Come in, bring some fruit and peel an apple for the child."
Deng Zhouyi supported himself on the bed and sat up, still feeling a little dizzy. He pursed his lips towards Deng Min,
It was just a smile, since he had never had the love of his father or mother since he was a child.
It's not easy to do this! His tone was a little awkward: "Mom, please sit anywhere."
Seeing that his face was pale and his breathing was unsteady, Ling Ya quickly took the pillow from the bedside and placed it behind his back:
"Don't be so anxious and try to hold on. Just lean back and be comfortable. Come, let me peel an apple for you."
"No, no," Deng Zhouyi waved his hand hurriedly, "Auntie Ling, please sit down. I don't have much appetite right now and don't want to eat anything."
The ward suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of liquid dripping from the infusion tube.
Ling Ya asked about his condition for no apparent reason, "Why did you get sick out of nowhere? What have you two been busy with these days? You didn't even come home for dinner."
Deng Zhouyi responded intermittently, "Recently, the Antai Technology Company has
"It caught Master Jing off guard. A key person was lost, and I can't escape the blame."
Deng Min sat down on a chair nearby and peeled an orange, intending to give it to Deng Zhouyi. However, when she heard the words "I am to blame", she stood up.
"You useless thing, tell me, besides eating and drinking, what else can you do?"
"I'm sorry... I'll go get discharged from the hospital later. The clue is about the person who disappeared at the resort. I don't think that person can disappear out of thin air. He must still be at the resort."
Deng Zhouyi reached out and turned the small wheel on the infusion tube, and the liquid dripped faster.
Ling Ya stood up and said nervously, "Kid, what are you doing? This is an IV. If it's not water, you can't drink it so fast."
Ling Ya resumed the drip, looked around the ward, and asked doubtfully, "By the way, where's Qianqian? Didn't you say Qianqian was with you?"
Deng Zhouyi lowered his heavy head: "She went home. She had to go to work today, so she left early this morning."
As he spoke, his tired eyes fell to the ground, and his fingertips curled up unconsciously.
The silence in the ward lasted only a moment before the door was gently pushed open.
A young nurse in a pink nurse's uniform came in with a medical record folder in her hand.
He glanced around the ward and asked loudly, "Deng Zhouyi, right?"
The three of them looked at her at the same time. Deng Zhouyi frowned and replied, "I am."
The nurse walked to the bedside, opened the medical record folder, and tapped the record page with her fingertips.
His tone was professional and serious: "Your situation is a bit special. The high fever keeps coming back, and the inflammation index is also high.
Don't eat or drink after midnight tonight. We have arranged a blood test tomorrow morning.
A comprehensive blood test, biochemistry panel, and infection screening are needed to rule out other potential lesions."
She paused, looked up at Deng Zhouyi and said, "Besides, I can't be discharged from the hospital yet.
You must stay in the hospital for at least 48 hours for observation and wait for the test results to come out to confirm that there is no risk of complications."
"It's not necessary to go through so much trouble, is it?" Deng Zhouyi immediately retorted, struggling to sit up straighter.
"I'm just tired after not sleeping for two days. I'll just take some fever-reducing medicine. I have a lot of things to deal with at the company. How can I stay in the hospital all the time?"
The nurse ignored his protest and turned to look at Ling Ya and Deng Min. Her tone softened but she still insisted on her principles:
"Are you the patient's family? He's not in good condition right now.
When he was brought in yesterday, his fever had reached 39.8 degrees Celsius, accompanied by a brief coma. His heart rate once soared to 130, and his inflammatory factors were also much higher than the standard.
Forcibly discharging the patient under these circumstances could easily lead to myocarditis or other secondary infections, and this is no exaggeration."
She closed the medical record folder, her eyes filled with earnestness: "Spend more time with him these two days, and don't let the patient feel any resistance.
Try to help him relax and cooperate with the treatment. Being stubborn when you're sick will only turn a small problem into a big one."
After saying that, she gave a few more reminders about taking medicine on time and monitoring body temperature, then turned around, closed the door gently and left.
The ward fell silent again, and the air was a little more solemn.
Ling Ya looked at Deng Zhouyi's tense face and patted his arm:
"Did you hear what the nurse said? Be good and listen to her. Get well first and put your work aside.
We still have Zijing at the company! Maintaining good health is the foundation of revolution!"
Deng Zhouyi pursed his lips and said nothing, pinching the quilt with his fingertips to create a few folds. It was obvious that he was still unwilling to compromise.
Deng Min sat on a chair in the corner, holding the peeled orange in her hand.
The juice from the orange slices oozed out along her fingertips, but she seemed not to notice.
His eyes fell on the white wall of the ward. He didn't look at Deng Zhouyi or say a word.
The alienation was like an invisible wall, standing between mother and child. Even the orange fragrance in the air seemed a little cold.