Late at night, Director Wang sat in the back seat while the driver drove in front.
Just as they were about to reach home, he suddenly remembered the young manâs words, hesitated for a moment, and said, âXiao Wu, letâs go to Jamae Hospital.â
âNow?â
âYes, letâs go now, better early than late!â
âAlright, Director.â
Director Wang didnât understand why, but there was something about that young man in his twenties that inexplicably made people trust him.
When he arrived at the hospital and looked at the empty lobby, he gave a bitter smile and said helplessly, âI canât believe I actually took his word for it.â
Driver Xiao Wu asked, âDirector, shall we still get the check-up?â
âLetâs do it. Now that weâre here, I wonât feel at ease without a check-up.â
âItâs all because of that Greg Jensen, blabbering nonsense for no reason.â
Director Wang scolded with a laugh, âAlright, stop complaining and hurry up to fill out the form. The sooner we finish the check-up, the sooner we can go home and sleep.â
âOkay.â
Registering for the emergency, filling out forms, going through the check-up, more than half an hour passed before the CT scan results finally came out.
Director Wang sat in front of the doctor as if nothing was wrong, and asked, âDoctor, can you see any problems in this scan?â
The doctor was initially skeptical because the symptoms of cerebral thrombosis are difficult to detect in the early stages; itâs usually only known after the onset of the disease.
Moreover, seeing Director Wangâs relatively young age, he thought there likely wouldnât be any issues.
However, when he saw the CT report, his complexion immediately changed.
After a moment, the doctor looked at Director Wang with a surprised face and asked, âThat⦠May I ask, how did you know you had cerebral thrombosis?â
Director Wang was taken aback, then realized and said in shock, âYou mean I really have cerebral thrombosis?â
âIndeed, the symptoms are mild, but it is cerebral thrombosis.â
The doctor, while looking at the report, continued, âYouâre lucky you came early. Just an IV drip will do. If it were a few days later, it would have been dangerous.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOh, then quickly prescribe me the medication.â
âThatâs your friend, right? Have your friend pay first, then a nurse will set up the IV for you.â
After the doctor finished speaking, he asked again, âHey, you still havenât told me, how did you know you had cerebral thrombosis?â
Director Wang smiled awkwardly and said, âI have a friend who knows a bit of Chinese medicine. He noticed I looked pale, so he took my pulse.
He said I showed some signs of cerebral thrombosis, but I didnât believe him.â
âHa, your friend doesnât just âknow a bitâ of Chinese medicine; he knows it exceedingly well.â
The doctor couldnât help but express his admiration, âIn todayâs society, there arenât many practitioners of Chinese medicine who can diagnose cerebral thrombosis just by taking the pulse.â
âIs he really that impressive?â
âOf course. Donât you trust my professional judgment?â
Director Wang replied with a sheepish grin, âI trust you, of course. I just find it hard to believe that he could identify my illness so easily.â
âNot just you, even I, who have been practicing medicine for over a decade, find it hard to believe.â
The doctor chuckled and casually asked, âBy the way, your friend must be quite old, right?â
âHe⦠is only in his twenties.â
âHow old?â
The doctorâs voice suddenly rose several decibels, as if he had heard something terrifying, his eyes wide open in disbelief as he stared at Director Wang.
Director Wang gave a wry smile and said, âHe really is just in his twenties, and he looks like heâs not yet twenty-five.â
The doctor took a deep breath and said in awe, âMy goodness, thatâs a prodigy! So young, yet with such exceptional medical skills.â
Seeing the shock on the doctorâs face, Director Wang realized just how skilled Greg Jensen really was.
Those who manned the emergency room were always seasoned doctors with over a decade of experience. To be praised by such a doctor, how impressive must Gregâs medical skills be?
Director Wang frowned, stood up, and went out to the hallway to call Pearl Walker.
It was already past eleven at night, and Pearl Walker had long since gone to bed. Hearing her phone ring, she answered the call with her eyes still closed.
She said irritably, âWho is it? Calling in the middle of the night?â
âItâs Jonathon Milton!â
âAh, Chief?â
Pearl Walker immediately perked up, hastily sitting up in bed and asked with a fawning smile, âChief, calling so late, do you have any work orders for me?â
âUnseal Dreamscape Garden before ten tomorrow morning.â
âDreamscape Garden?â
Pearl Walker was stunned, then forced a chuckle, âChief, has someone approached you? This matter, umâ¦â
Jonathon Milton cut her off directly, saying sternly, âIâm not asking for your opinion, Iâm informing you. Do you understand what I mean?â
Pearl Walkerâs face changed slightly, helplessly responding, âOkay, I understand.â
After hanging up the phone, she frowned, pondering for a moment before calling Lena Holmes.
Lena Holmes quickly picked up, saying cheerfully, âSection Chief Walker, what instructions do you have this late?â
âListen, Iâm not getting involved in the Dreamscape Garden case anymore,â Pearl Walker said sternly.
Lena Holmes was taken aback, managing a forced laugh, âSection Chief Walker, didnât you already seal off Dreamscape Garden?â
âThe chief just called me. We have to unseal it by ten oâclock tomorrow morning. You understand what this means, right?â
âI⦠I understand.â
âGood if you understand.â
Lena Holmes opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but the call had already been disconnected.
âPretty capable, actually went straight to the chief.â She said with a cold face, gritting her teeth, âSince youâre so eager to renovate, then keep at it. If you can open it after youâre done, Lena Holmes will take your last name.â
â¦
Having had a late-night snack, Greg Jensen got up a bit late, and by the time he arrived at the dining room, breakfast was already prepared.
Three girls were chatting and laughing as they ate.
Seeing Greg Jensen had gotten up, Vince Cooper hurriedly stood up and served him some porridge, and also picked up two freshly fried dough sticks and placed them on his plate.
âThank you.â
Greg Jensen thanked her, and happened to sit opposite Ryan Lampe. Remembering last nightâs madness, he couldnât help feeling guilty.
He turned his head to glance at Vince Cooper beside him and seeing that she hadnât noticed, he then felt relieved enough to enjoy his breakfast.
Ryan Lampe quietly ate her meal, occasionally lifting her head, only to meet Greg Jensenâs eyes. Her lovely face flushed bright red, like the rising sun outside the window.
Vince Cooper looked at the two of them, said nothing, and continued eating.
After breakfast, Greg Jensen dropped the three girls off at school.
âRyan, Angela, go on ahead. I want to speak with the gentleman for a moment.â
âHmm.â
Angela Stuart didnât think much of it, but Ryan Lampe started to get nervous. She glanced at Vince Cooper, then at Greg Jensen, and followed Angela out of the car.
After watching them get out, Vince Cooper suddenly turned her head, asking with a smile, âDo you like Ryan?â
âNot at all.â
Greg Jensen said somewhat guiltily, smiling, âWe just met; how can there even be talk of liking or not liking.â
Vince Cooper stared at Greg Jensenâs face, smiling gently, âItâs okay, if you like her just say it. Ryan is easy to chase.
She just broke up with her boyfriend. If you put in some effort, you could definitely win her over.â
Greg Jensen was taken aback, asking curiously, âWhat about you if I start something with her?â
âIt doesnât affect the two of us. After all, I canât keep you in check, you philandering radish,â she said.
âYou donât mind?â
Vince Cooperâs face darkened, hurt, âSo you really have your sights set on Ryan.â