Chapter 74: Dreaming That Brother Wang Chuan Likes Someone Else

Xin Chanxi practiced driving yesterday and found that practicing without Wang Chuan was pointless, so she didn't plan to go today.

Summer sunlight, like a mischievous sprite, slipped in through a gap in the curtains and gently landed on the girl's pillow.

Still half-asleep, Xin Chanxi reached out her right hand, fumbling for her vibrating mobile phone, but after a bit of searching came up empty, only grabbing a Doraemon plush; the phone's ringtone was coming from her left side.

"Hellooo~~~," her tone like a lazy little kitten.

"The little lazy kitty is meowing, time to get up."

Xin Chanxi recognized Wang Chuan's voice, immediately sat up, and said, "Brother Wang Chuan, I wasn't sleeping in, I just had a nightmare."

"What nightmare?" Wang Chuan asked. He knew what Xin Chanxi was going to say next—in his past life he'd heard plenty of flirtatious lines.

Sure enough, Xin Chanxi's aggrieved voice came through: "I dreamed~~~ that Brother Wang Chuan liked someone else!"

The corner of Wang Chuan's mouth curved up slightly: "I won't like anyone else. The ones I like best are patients." Reading novels online is super smooth, 𝕥𝕥𝕜𝕤. 𝕥𝕨 read as you please

"Cold people?"

"Sick people. I love cutting them open, cleaning, anastomosing, knot tying, disinfecting~~~"

"Oh wow, that's pretty heavy stuff!"

"I'm a doctor! But speaking of patients, there's something I want to ask you to help with."

Wang Chuan brought up the matter of Guo Qiancheng's father.

Xin Chanxi was very surprised after hearing it. "He got injured at the construction site—why won't they compensate him?"

Although she hadn't studied the laws and regulations related to work-related injuries or personal injury, from an ordinary person's plain sense of values, they really should pay.

"They do have to pay, and it has to go through legal procedures, but getting the money won't be that fast," Wang Chuan explained.

In the early hours of this morning, Wang Chuan later went to ask Guo Qiancheng and found that Guo Yong had been temporarily hired by the contractor; the relationship between them was a labor service relationship, not a labor relationship.

The labor service relationship is governed by the then-current judicial interpretation on personal injury compensation cases.

Compensation ratios must be divided according to each party's fault—the real estate company, the general contractor, the employer contractor, and Guo Yong—based on their respective degrees of fault.

If the employer contractor failed to provide training and had poor on-site management, they bear the main responsibility, at roughly 50% or more;

If the general contractor and the real estate company selected an unqualified employer and failed to supervise safety measures, the ratio is 20% to 30%;

If Guo Yong himself was at fault—for example, not wearing a hard hat or operating in violation of regulations—he bears 10% to 40% himself.

But if Guo Yong accepted direct management from the real estate company or the general contractor—such as unified assignment of work and compliance with rules and regulations—a de facto labor relationship might be established.

A labor relationship is governed by the Work-Related Injury Insurance Regulations, which apply the no-fault principle, unless the injury was caused by the injured person's own crime, violation of public security administration, or self-harm/suicide while drunk.

The compensation amount calculated under a labor relationship is generally higher than under a labor service relationship.

Wang Chuan felt that going to arbitration first and then suing in court was too slow—medical expenses for the next half month would need to be paid, and arbitration or court proceedings would require hiring lawyers and gathering evidence, taking up time.

A few tens of thousands of yuan was not much money for Source Land Real Estate. Wang Chuan wanted to use Xin Chanxi's connections to get Source Land Real Estate to compensate, but not as ordinary compensation.

"No problem, I've got it. I'll go tell my dad right now. Don't hang up your phone."

From the phone, Wang Chuan heard footsteps, and in his mind's eye a picture appeared of Xin Chanxi's smooth soles stepping on the floor.

Xin Chanxi quickly went downstairs. Her own boss, Xin Yuansheng, was eating breakfast, and she told him the whole story.

After hearing it, Xin Yuansheng frowned and said coldly: "First, that person wasn't hired by Source Land Real Estate—go after whoever hired him for compensation. Second, if that person isn't satisfied, tell him to go to arbitration, go to court. Whatever amount the court ultimately rules that our Source Land Real Estate has to pay, your father won't short him a single cent."

Not expecting her own father to be a bit cold-blooded, Xin Chanxi froze for a moment, then played the classmate card: "The injured person's son is my class monitor, Guo Qiancheng's father."

"Are you dating Guo Qiancheng? If you are, helping out future in-laws is no problem. If not, there are more than forty students in your class—am I supposed to be responsible for all of them?"

Xin Chanxi shook her head with a little hum, and tilted her head to look at the text message Wang Chuan had sent.

"Dad, Guo Qiancheng is a student who got into Qingbei this year, and the school takes him very seriously. The money we give doesn't have to count as compensation—it can count as financial aid for an outstanding gaokao graduate. If the newspapers report on it, it'll be like giving our Source Land Real Estate free publicity, and it's also a reflection of a real estate company fulfilling its social responsibility."

Xin Chanxi's memory was pretty good—she repeated the contents of Wang Chuan's text message word for word.

She added: "Besides, the surgery was very successful, so it won't cost that much."

Xin Yuansheng looked up at Xin Chanxi, fully aware that someone was coaching his daughter from behind. These terms—a high school senior wouldn't know jack about them.

"Who taught you this, Guo Qiancheng?! No, that's not right—even a little genius wouldn't know this stuff."

"No one taught me!" Xin Chanxi secretly hung up the phone and said with a solemn face.

"Tell me who taught you, and daddy will consider helping. Go on, who taught you?" Xin Yuansheng looked into his daughter's eyes.

Xin Chanxi's face lit up with joy at hearing this. "A doctor friend of mine."

The mobile phone rang. Xin Yuansheng picked it up, and his assistant's voice came through: "President Xin, Xu Director and his group from Xixian Industrial Park have arrived at the company."

"Chanxi, hurry up and eat your breakfast. Daddy has something to take care of at the company."

Xin Chanxi watched her father hurry out the door. "Dad, are you agreeing to us paying this money or not?"

"I don't agree!"

"Dad, how can you go back on your word!"

"Wait until I get back this evening, and tell daddy properly about that doctor friend of yours."

The engine sound started up, and Xin Yuansheng drove away from the villa, leaving Xin Chanxi stomping her feet in anger.

"Little lazy kitty, did your dad agree?" Wang Chuan called.

Xin Chanxi was silent for a moment, thinking, a few tens of thousands of yuan, right? She had several hundred thousand in her own bank card, so that would do it.

She replied: "Brother Wang Chuan, my dad agreed. I'll bring the money over."

At the Mingzhou First Hospital Intern Dormitory, Wang Chuan heard this answer. Looks like Xin Chanxi's capitalist father was generous.

Arriving below the Surgery Building, in a public phone booth, Guo Qiancheng angrily hung up the phone.

"Guo Qiancheng, what's wrong?"

"Doctor Wang, I'll write you an IOU for that three thousand yuan. I'll pay you back as soon as I can."

Wang Chuan waved his hand, thinking, no need for an IOU—your future wife Chen Leyan will definitely remember. "No need to write an IOU. Just keep it in mind that you owe me, that's enough."

"How can that be right?"

"Alright, how about this—just give me a verbal promise that you'll pay me back the three thousand when you have the money. A verbal promise has legal force too. I trust you'll keep your promise."

Wang Chuan quickly changed the subject: "Right, you sounded pretty angry when you called just now."

"The contractor on my dad's construction site has a terrible attitude and still won't pay a single cent in compensation." Guo Qiancheng gritted his teeth.

Wang Chuan figured that, although Xin Chanxi's dad had given the money, that contractor couldn't be let off.

"No worries, I'll find you a lawyer, sue him, and make that contractor cough up the money."

"Can the lawyer's fee be paid after we win the case?" Guo Qiancheng's face showed embarrassment.

"No problem!"

Wang Chuan recalled that he still had to have dinner with a law professor tomorrow.