Chapter 1363: 1322 Fleeing by Seizing the Route

Song Ying sent Zheng Ren off, then hurriedly rushed back to 912 from Di Du Airport.

When he returned to the hospital, it was already noon.

In 912, the flow of people remained as busy as ever.

After asking for directions, Song Ying went straight to the CT room. Chu Huainan sat on the hard plastic chair outside, waiting quietly.

"Boss, is it done?" Song Ying saw the boss's expression showing neither joy nor sorrow, and felt uncertain. The boss always wore that expression, making it impossible to read his feelings.

"Hmm." Chu Huainan said calmly: "What illness did Boss Zheng diagnose me with?"

"He said that Behçet's syndrome could possibly lead to an aortic dissection aneurysm." Song Ying also did not hide it.

He couldn't tell whether Chu Huainan actually knew or not.

Rather than lying, it's better to be frank. At least for now there's no problem, and it won't cause any unforeseeable consequences.

"Hmm." Chu Huainan nodded, saying: "Director Chu said the same thing. Song Ying, Boss Zheng is capable of this."

He spoke in a statement, as if commenting on a matter. High position and great power—he can turn clouds into rain with a flip of his hand, and a single word can decide life or death.

It seemed his own illness had no effect on his mood.

Song Ying said: "Boss, what did Director Chu say?"

"He said the risk of surgery is too high, so it's better to do an interventional procedure. He contacted Director Mao Chi of the Vascular Department, but I refused." Chu Huainan said.

Song Ying grew slightly anxious, furrowing his brow: "Boss, we still need to treat it. If an aortic dissection aneurysm ruptures, it's fatal, but if..."

"I asked, and they said Boss Zheng can do it." Chu Huainan laughed: "It's been so long already; a few more days won't matter. Let's wait for Boss Zheng to return and then talk."

"..." Song Ying was speechless.

Had I known this would happen, I would have done anything to keep Boss Zheng.

If going to Khorchin for surgery delayed the boss's condition, that would be nonsense. Although Song Ying isn't as professional as a doctor, he still knows the danger of an aortic dissection.

But Chu Huainan's stubborn nature is also known to him. Otherwise he wouldn't have said he wouldn't go to the hospital, and even sneaking around to ask Zheng Ren for advice.

"All right." Song Ying sighed: "Boss Zheng said after the flying knife, he wants to play in the Gobi Desert for two days."

"It's fine." Chu Huainan stood up, shook his traditional Chinese buttoned jacket, and his hand-made thousand-layer-soled cloth shoes made him look exactly like an ordinary elder from Di Du.

His estimated age appears at least ten years older than his actual age.

"Boss, wait a moment, I'll arrange..."

"No going home; Director Chu has already arranged the special-needs ward, we can go directly." Chu Huainan said: "How did you get to know Boss Zheng?"

"It's a long story; last year Director Chu brought him to my place for a meal..." After briefly recounting how he met Zheng Ren, Song Ying sighed: "I misjudged him—I thought it would take at least ten more years, but Boss Zheng shot straight up."

"Hehe." Chu Huainan chuckled, noncommittal.

Song Ying ran back and forth, contacting Director Chu; Doctor Liang came to take care of the hospitalization procedures and settled him in.

Chu Huainan also took things in stride, not feeling that the special-needs ward conditions at 912 were bad.

Although those who can stay in the special-needs ward are not ordinary people, and the conditions here are far better than other wards, still nothing compares to being at home.

Upon arriving at the ward, there was a noisy commotion next door, after which Director Cai of the special-needs ward rushed out looking grim.

Seeing Chu Huainan, he quickly greeted him and then was about to leave.

"Director Cai, what's going on?" Doctor Liang felt it strange and asked.

"Ah, don't mention it." Director Cai shook his head, ignored Doctor Liang, and went straight back to his office.

Being snubbed by the chief director is normal; Doctor Liang doesn't have a thin skin.

Seeing Director Cai's expression, he knew something was definitely wrong, and his curiosity flared. Normally, those admitted to the special-needs ward are either rich or noble, and the work here is much easier than in ordinary wards.

Of course, some retired elderly cadres are a bit troublesome, but that's about it.

"Thank you, Doctor Xiao Liang." Chu Huainan said with a smile.

"It's nothing, you're being polite." Doctor Liang said, then turned and left the special-needs ward.

He didn't go straight back to the CT room; seeing that Director Cai wasn't in the hallway, he went in to chat with the special-needs ward's inpatient chief.

Everyone was familiar, with no need for formalities, so Doctor Liang directly asked about the situation. Something that could make the chief director of 912 turn and flee is no small matter, especially since the special-needs ward director knows many big shots.

The inpatient chief of the special-needs ward also felt helpless, saying: "Don't mention it; that old man has a bunch of geriatric ailments, but communicating with him isn't really a problem."

Doctor Liang didn't interrupt him, listening curiously.

"His son runs a big business, the kind that flies globally." The inpatient chief said: "It's not that he lacks time to care for him; he's also worried the caretaker won't look after him well, so he arranged for him to stay here."

Doctor Liang clicked his tongue.

Staying in 912's special-needs ward costs no less than a five-star hotel.

Being able to arrange this shows they certainly aren't short of money. The son is also fine—he hasn't abandoned the elderly parent.

"Usually when asking about his condition, patients are quite amiable, really nothing special. But as soon as he mentions his son, he loses his temper." The inpatient chief gave a wry smile: "He'll say anything and everything."

"What all does he say?" Doctor Liang wondered.

"Things like 'I gave money to so-and-so.'" The inpatient chief made a strange face: "You say these things—he dares to say them, but nobody dares to listen."

"I think it's fake—you give the director money during New Year, then go home to say it? And not to your wife, but to your father?" Doctor Liang said.

"That's right—you say, why wouldn't a father hope his son does well?"

"Maybe he just wants his son to keep him company."

"Then what? He stops doing business? His life ends? He walks away happily, and his son in his fifties or sixties has to start over? That's too old."

Such ethical questions have no answer; the two just gossiped a while, then Doctor Liang left.

As he was leaving, he glanced at Chu Huainan's ward, thinking this guy is perceptive—he knows he must find Boss Zheng for the operation, come what may.

……

……

After a little over an hour, the plane had barely climbed to altitude when it began to descend.

Soon they arrived at Tongliao Airport. Compared to going from Bai Ta International Airport, this place is closer to Khorchin.

Zheng Ren felt that if he came again next time, driving would still be more reassuring.

"Boss, do you feel that the air here is full of the taste of the Gobi Desert?" Su Yun asked.

Xie Yiren linked arms with Zheng Ren, no longer very shy. She curiously looked at this small airport with only three aprons; the white clouds in the distance looked like cotton candy, soft and fluffy.