On the fifth day of the new year, A Zhong went to the hospital. Zhan Bei Jue was fine, except for his leg.
After he attended a wedding and returned, he suddenly collapsed again.
Doctors and nurses bustled around the ward. Zhan Bei Jue lay on the bed, his face ashen.
The hospital gown on his upper body was removed, revealing his entire left shoulder, wrapped from front to back with bandages.
A Zhong, not understanding what was happening, grabbed a nurse and asked, "What's going on? Is he injured again?"
"Why is his shoulder bandaged too?"
The nurse shook her head and sighed, "Don't even mention it. President Zhan has been having so many troubles lately!"
"First his leg was injured, then his friend jumped off a building, then his girlfriend fainted, and today he was stabbed..."
"Alas, although we want business, it's not like this kind of delivery."
A Zhong hadn't been to the hospital for a few days and didn't understand what she meant by jumping off a building or fainting.
The nurse didn't have time to explain: "He's in the VIP ward upstairs. You can go see him yourself when you have time."
"I need to go collect something quickly, let go of me."
A Zhong stood aside, watching the doctor treat his wound and listened to the instructions given.
He tucked Zhan Bei Jue in, then prepared to go upstairs to see who else was lying in the ward.
Suddenly, Zhan Bei Jue's strong hand tightly grasped him: "Nan Fang, don't!"
"..."
"Nan Fang, listen to me, Nan Fang!"
His brows were deeply furrowed, his lips dry, and he looked extremely anxious.
A Zhong knew he was having a nightmare and quickly called out to him.
"President Zhan, President Zhan? It's A Zhong, are you feeling unwell?"
"Wake up, tell me what's wrong, President Zhan, President Zhan?"
Zhan Bei Jue slowly opened his eyes.
His once sharp and bright eyes, like those of an eagle, were now filled with tired bloodshot veins.
"A Zhong..."
His voice was also hoarse and raspy.
A Zhong leaned down, "It's me. How did you get injured again?"
"Where is Jiang Nan Fang?"
"...I don't know, I just got back from outside."
Zhan Bei Jue's complexion was poor, but his grip was strong.
He pushed him forcefully: "Go find her for me, I have something to tell her."
A Zhong quickly agreed: "Okay, I'll go find her. But where is she now?"
"No matter where she is, go get her..."
He must have hit his wound, the pain making him speechless for a moment.
A Zhong quickly put his hand back in place.
"Don't move around, President Zhan. Rest and recover. Don't worry, I'll definitely find Miss Jiang for you."
A Zhong hurried out of the ward, calling Jiang Nan Fang as he walked.
Upstairs, Jiang Nan Fang, whose emotions had just stabilized a little, was sitting in a car, leaving the hospital to go home. She ignored the calls.
No matter how many times it rang, she didn't answer.
A Zhong called again and again, but no one answered, so he had to run upstairs.
Soon, he knew about the earth-shattering events that had occurred in his absence.
However, he was just a special assistant with no power or influence. If he couldn't even help himself, how could he help Zhan Bei Jue?
Zhan Bei Jue slept for a few hours and woke up to A Zhong telling him.
"President Zhan, I want to tell you something."
"Although it's heartless to tell you this now, I really don't know what else to do."
"Please approve my resignation."
Zhan Bei Jue said nothing, staring blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds before slowly closing his eyes.
"I knew this day would come."
A Zhong: "..."
"You can. But before you go, help me with two more things."
"Tell me."
"Go find Inspector Li, bring Zhou Wan Jun back, and deal with her quietly. Put the things in my study."
"...Okay."
"Get me discharged and send me home."
A Zhong knew that Zhan Bei Jue was a man of his word and hated people trying to persuade him or lecture him.
So he complied with everything.
The next evening, the two returned to the Zhan residence, and Zhan Bei Jue said to A Zhong.
"You shouldn't have messed with Zhou Jin Bei. You don't understand the Zhou family at all. From the moment I knew you were getting close to her, I predicted this would happen."
"Have you thought about where you're going?"
A Zhong shook his head: "To be honest, I've thought about it a lot, but I haven't decided on the specifics yet."
"Perhaps I'll sell my house and try to start a business."
Zhan Bei Jue told him, "Since you're going to start something, do it with all your might, go all out."
"If you don't make something of yourself, don't come back to see me."
"Understood."
Zhan Bei Jue then said, "I have a friend who does real estate in the Southwest Country."
"Although it's a bit chaotic there, the awareness of young people is gradually increasing, everyone is pursuing freedom, and the demand for housing is very high."
"You'll be the CEO, I'll be the legal representative, and we'll partner up to open a real estate company there."
"You lead the team, you manage, you operate, and I'll provide the capital. What do you say, two years to see the results?"
Zhan Bei Jue never treated A Zhong as just an assistant.
As someone who had accompanied him for over eight hours a day, for nearly ten years, he had long considered him a friend.
A Zhong's heartfelt emotion and shock were evident.
"Then I'll be leaving, President Zhan. Please take care of yourself."
Zhan Bei Jue closed his eyes and waved him away.
"Go. Lu Ming Zhe will be with me, I won't die, don't worry."
A Zhong left, and Lu Ming Zhe received a call and came to the Zhan residence.
Seeing him lying on the bed, wrapped up like a mummy, he almost dropped his jaw.
"Did you get robbed?"
"That person could beat you? Damn, did you report it?"
Zhan Bei Jue slightly lifted his eyelids and glanced at him lazily.
"Even though a psychologist doesn't perform surgery, they are still doctors. Why are you so surprised?"
"Are you free? If you are, decline any work. Stay here and take care of me for a few days."
Lu Ming Zhe went to the bedside to examine him up close. Seeing that not only was he physically injured, but his facial expression was also very subtle, he immediately understood.
"Don't tell me this is emotional distress. Did you have a fight with her? Did she do this to you?"
"That's impressive. You don't fight back, you don't argue, you treat your ex-wife like your current wife. Then why isn't she satisfied?"
If it weren't for his leg, which he couldn't move freely, Zhan Bei Jue would have kicked him.
"I think you became a psychologist just to satisfy your nosiness. How can a grown man be so gossipy?"
"From now on, when I need you, you speak. When I don't, please be quiet. I need to rest, thank you."
"..."
Lu Ming Zhe teased him, "So, I'm here to be your nanny? I can't even speak?"
"If you're unwilling, I'll call someone else. There are probably plenty of people who want to be Zhan Bei Jue's nanny."
"Alright, alright..." Lu Ming Zhe interrupted him.
"Threatening people with that all the time, aren't you tired of it?"
"I'll be your nanny. Come on, tell me, how did you get those injuries?"
"What? Envious of me? You want some too?" Zhan Bei Jue said. "Then I can fulfill your wish..."
"Why is your mouth so improper?"
"Yes. You do."
"..."
"It's best you shut up. I'm going to sleep. From now on, I'm closing my doors to visitors. I won't see anyone until the Lantern Festival."