The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

After staying in the intensive care unit for several days, Sun Yinghe finally turned the corner. His life was saved, but his skin and flesh were in horrible condition.

Since receiving the notice of payment from the hospital, Secretary Zhu has repeatedly wanted Sun Zhenwen to go and see his biological son.

However, Sun Zhenwen, who was obsessed with the grand blueprint Li Jiyun had constructed for himself, had almost forgotten his own son.

After receiving the message from his secretary, he only responded with a few cold words and then put the matter behind him.

Secretary Zhu noticed his impatience and didn't dare to push him any further. However, Secretary Zhu's mobile phone still received a steady stream of hospital payment messages. He was anxious but helpless.

It wasn't until the third day that he plucked up the courage to come to Sun Zhenwen's desk again.

"General manager, now that the young master is awake, don't you really want to go and take a look?"

Sun Zhenwen interrupted him impatiently.

"I've told you so many times what you want to do. If you don't go, you won't go."

Sun Zhenwen's voice was sharp and full of displeasure at being interrupted.

"It's just, it's just..."

Secretary Zhu hesitated and felt difficult to speak. Seeing him like this, Sun Zhenwen became even more impatient.

"If you have anything, please tell me quickly. Don't delay my other work."

He dropped the pen in his hand and looked at Secretary Zhu's panicked look.

"I need to pay over there. The hospital just sent me another text message."

Secretary Zhu finally plucked up the courage.

But the answer to him was still Sun Zhenwen's impatient words.

"If you need to pay, just swipe my card. Why bother coming here to inform me? Didn't I already tell you? I won't go to the hospital."

It's annoying to see that puddle of rotten meat.

He didn't say this out loud, he said it silently to himself in his heart.

Secretary Zhu glanced at him quickly in fear and quickly lowered his head, his young face full of confusion.

"General Manager, it's not that I want to disturb you, but the cost of the treatment for the young master is too high, and you even need to enter the password in person."

Hearing this, Sun Zhenwen frowned, and Secretary Zhu took out the bill shown in the hospital's text message just in time.

Just looking at the long row, Sun Zhenwen already felt dizzy.

This money is even enough for an ordinary person's two years' salary. It's not that he can't afford the money, he just feels that it is a waste to spend it on his son who has long been incurable.

"What a bummer."

He glared at Secretary Zhu angrily and prepared to get up and go to the hospital to resolve the matter in person.

Seeing him stand up, Secretary Zhu was genuinely happy. Now the hospital finally didn't have to rush him.

Sun Zhenwen strode out of the office, and Secretary Zhu followed him out while wiping his sweat.

The car had already been parked downstairs. After the two got in, the driver drove the car to the hospital with ease.

Sun Zhenwen asked pretending not to care.

"How can he recover and look better after spending so much money?"

To be honest, Secretary Zhu doesn’t know either.

Just because Sun Yinghe's burnt black appearance was the first thing he saw that day, from now on, he didn't dare to look at it.

When Sun Zhenwen asked this time, Secretary Zhu had nothing to say in reply. He just said vaguely: "I think so. I think it will definitely be much better than before."

Sun Zhenwen snorted coldly and simply leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

This huge expenditure really made him feel a little pained. However, when he thought about it, he was about to become the president of the Dragon Kingdom Capital Chamber of Commerce. By then, many businessmen might be rushing to curry favor with him. Then he would You don’t have to worry about money anymore.

His brows relaxed a little, and he said: "I think so. It has been treated for such a long time, so it shouldn't be ineffective. I will go to the ward to take a look soon."

Secretary Zhu nodded tremblingly and volunteered to take Sun Zhenwen to pay the fee first.

"By the way, has the doctor said anything in the past two days? Can the wounds on his body and face be restored to their original state?"

Although he no longer had any expectations, Sun Zhenwen still asked.

"This, the doctor hasn't told me yet. Maybe the young master has just escaped from danger now, and it's a little too early to say this. But if you insist on treatment, it will definitely be effective."

His words were as if he had not said them. Of course Sun Zhenwen knew that this was an excuse to relax.

"If you want to say this kind of thing, you'd better say less."

He simply stopped talking to Secretary Zhu.

Secretary Zhu was also happy and relaxed, looking at the traffic on both sides.

When he arrived at the hospital, Sun Zhenwen had forgotten which floor his son was on. In the end, Secretary Zhu led the way, and he successfully found his son's new ward.

In the intensive care unit, Sun Yinghe's face and body were covered with gauze, mixed with bruises and purple potions, but it still couldn't hide the oozing flesh underneath. At this moment, the two of them were looking at the doctor through a glass door. Changing Sun Yinghe's dressing.

This process was excruciating. Even though Sun Yinghe's throat had been damaged by the smoke, he still let out an indistinct moan. Such a sound sounded so horrifying that even Secretary Zhu couldn't bear to listen to it anymore.

When he turned his head to look at Sun Zhenwen beside him, he found that the person beside him had long disappeared.

Secretary Zhu turned around and saw that Sun Zhenwen was already holding on to the trash can and retching, as if he had seen something horrific.

At this moment, Secretary Zhu, who had been oppressed for a long time, suddenly felt a little pleasure in his heart.

There will be a day when he finds his son disgusting.

"You, didn't you say that he would also recover? Why is he in such a horrible state now?"

After a period of retching, Sun Zhenwen said incoherently. His son's miserable appearance was replayed in his mind, making him want to vomit out the acid water in his stomach.

"General manager, I didn't know it would be like this. I'm really sorry."

Secretary Zhu looked apologetic and respectfully put down the handkerchief in his hand. Sun Zhenwen grabbed it angrily and wiped it on his mouth haphazardly.

"Okay, take me to pay the fee quickly, and leave as soon as you finish paying."

Sun Zhenwen cursed and then stumbled towards the stairs. He didn't care that Secretary Zhu was calling him to pay from behind and he was not going in this direction.

Sun Yinghe in the room seemed to hear a familiar voice. He twisted his neck slightly, but it affected his wound, which made him miserable every time.

Regardless of the doctor's comfort, he still stubbornly looked towards the door, not knowing what he was waiting for.