"Just move your hand. The anesthetic should have worn off. Do you feel anything now?"
"Yes." Li Xuan moved his fingertips, subconsciously making the gesture of typing on the keyboard.
"What do you do for a living? You...play the piano?"
“IT.”
"Oh." The doctor understood. "That's right. Your hands are so precious, how could they be injured?"
"Are you okay?" Qi Boyuan asked hurriedly, "Was the operation successful?"
"Success, success. He was lucky. He only needed ten stitches in total. It's normal and has no effect on his function."
"Is it possible that it's abnormal?" Qi Boyuan said seriously, "I mean, there won't be any sequelae."
The doctor was amused by him: "Your friend should be fine, but in the summer, you still have to be more careful, it will be bad if it gets infected. Don't eat spicy food, don't touch raw water. Hang an IV and observe for one night to avoid trouble if it gets inflamed. If there is no problem, go through the discharge procedures tomorrow morning, and come to change the dressing regularly later."
"No need." Li Xuan said, "No need to hang up the drip, just issue a discharge certificate directly."
"Yes, of course." Qi Boyuan quickly interrupted him and said to the doctor, "Prescribe the medicine. I'll go get it."
“You young people.” Seeing Li Xuan’s unhappy face, the doctor waved his hand and wrote a prescription for infusion. “I said it’s okay because I didn’t want to scare you. It’s completely fine, why do you need stitches? It’s so hot in this weather, if it really gets infected, you’ll be in a lot of trouble.”
"Yes, that's right. Thank you, doctor." Qi Boyuan agreed, took the infusion order, and said goodbye to the doctor politely. Li Xuan walked to the door with him with a cold face, paused, "Can the stitches be removed before Sunday?"
"Sunday?" The doctor looked at him with disdain, "Wait another week."
This hospital is the closest to the Software Park and was opened only last year. It is fully equipped with various equipments and has many magnificent buildings. There are two buildings separating the department and the inpatient department.
Qi Boyuan was walking while looking at the road signs, and before he knew it, Li Xuan had turned onto another road.
"Wrong, this way." Qi Boyuan hurried back to pull him, "Go to the inpatient department on the left to get an IV drip."
"No water."
Li Xuanyi was brief. A nurse passed by pushing a wheelchair. The air was filled with the pungent smell of hydrogen peroxide. He really didn't like hospitals. If Sheng Min hadn't been there the last time he was hospitalized for a car accident, the doctors wouldn't have kept him. He wanted to leave the day he woke up. "What's the need to observe this injury? The deepest part is the thenar muscle, and there's no damage to the nerves."
"That's not what the doctor said."
"Don't I know my own hands?"
"I see you really don't know." Qi Boyuan scratched his hair and heard Li Xuan stubbornly say, "It can be demolished before Sunday. If this one is not demolished, we will move to another one when the time comes."
"No, Li Xuan, why are you in such a hurry?" Qi Boyuan looked at his left hand, which was wrapped like a dumpling, and asked, "You want to work part-time as a hand model on Zhou Tian?"
Li Xuan's mouth was tight, but what he was thinking was that Zhou Tian Shengmin was coming back. He thought of Shengmin, and the look and tone when he said I'm worried about you, and he felt that the gauze on his hand was particularly glaring.
When Qi Boyuan saw him rolling his eyes, he fell silent. He looked a little depressed, and he regretted playing such a joke on him.
Why bother with a wounded soldier? Qi Boyuan comforted himself generously, guessing that he might be worried about the company's business: "It's okay. You still have me and the seniors here for a few days. Besides, let alone the update for next week, haven't you already prepared the next and next update? We can also take care of the rest, and nothing will go wrong. There is always time to recover."
"That has nothing to do with it."
"Then why are you in such a hurry?"
Qi Boyuan was even more helpless. He and Li Xuan had known each other for so many years and had worked together. He knew that he was always very stubborn. Seeing his attitude, he was thinking in his mind that if Li Xuan insisted on not being hospitalized, he could take the medicine back and find a clinic downstairs to get it.
If it really doesn't work, bring an IV stand to his office? Qi Boyuan thought worriedly, struggling to persuade him again: "I think it's not impossible to remove the stitches on Sunday. So you have to hang the IV even more. If it really gets inflamed, there will be no hope. You can't remove it next month."
"Do you think I graduated from kindergarten?" Li Xuan clicked his tongue, turned around, and walked towards the inpatient department again.
"Hey, you..." Qi Boyuan didn't know what he said right, but at least he didn't have to look for an infusion stand. He shrugged and followed.
The surgical ward was originally on the fifth floor. Qi Boyuan knew that Li Xuan had some quirks occasionally, and was afraid that he would be discharged from the hospital again due to impatience, so he paid extra money to move to a single room on the top floor. The nurse inserted the needle, explained some precautions, and then left.
The potion dripped down, and Li Xuan felt it was too slow. He was annoyed and looked away, thinking of another thing: "Where is Mr. Song?"
"Hmm?" Qi Boyuan was about to order food according to the name card on the bedside table. Hearing this, he frowned, "Yes, where is he? You went into the operating room to get stitches and seemed to have disappeared. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed. I was just staring at your hand... I called to ask, they sent you here specially... Hello, Mr. Song..."
As he spoke, he had already dialed the number: "I'm so sorry, are you going back? ... ... Us? We are in the inpatient department now, nothing much, just observation... ... Oh, you are still in the hospital?"
Qi Boyuan pressed the receiver with his finger, put the phone away, and whispered to Li Xuan: "He's still in the hospital. He said he wanted to come see you."
"Okay." Li Xuan thought for a moment, "Go downstairs and answer it."
A quarter of an hour later, Qi Boyuan brought Mr. Song back to the ward. In the chaos ahead, Li Xuan didn't pay much attention to him. The man looked to be in his early thirties, tall and sturdy, wearing a very casual T-shirt. He didn't look like a businessman, but at first glance, he looked a bit like a fitness coach.
"Hello, hello." He greeted her before he even approached her. "Song Wen, Song for Song Dynasty, Wen for culture."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand enthusiastically. Halfway through, he saw the gauze and needle on the back of Li Xuan's hand, and retracted it.
"Hello." Li Xuan saw his intention and nodded as a greeting.
Song Wen didn't mind at all. He pulled a chair over and sat down in a very familiar manner: "I heard that you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow? ... ... That's good, I'm glad you're fine. There was so much blood flowing, it was frightening. When I drove to the car wash just now, my little brother was scared."
"I'm so sorry for this morning. I'll pay for the car wash later, Qi Boyuan..."
Song Wen refused again and again: "How can this be? I was the one who wanted to send you here. I am blackmailing you. Besides, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Young people should be more spirited and have personality. It is a good thing."
It was unclear how much of this was true or false, but his expression and tone seemed very sincere. Qi Boyuan's eyelids twitched as he listened, not understanding the logic of this kind of praise. Li Xuan said calmly, "No merit, no reward. This is the first time we meet, and I really don't want to cause this kind of trouble."
"Of course, this is the first time we meet today, but you know my intention. If you are willing, we have the opportunity to cooperate, and we will meet more often in the future."
Li Xuan felt that it was easier to talk directly like this: "Mr. Song, I'll be frank with you. I think you should know. Before coming here, Qi Boyuan should have said that Yuanyi has no plans to accept investment yet. If we just want to chat, it's fine. As for investment, it's too early now."
"I understand that." Song Wen waved his hand. "I didn't expect to close the deal in one go. It's just that I won't be in China for the next few months. I have to go to Sweden to participate in a mountain climbing competition. So before I leave, we should meet. If you are willing to accept investment one day, at least you can think of me, so that others won't get there first and I won't get a single bite of the soup."
"Mountain climbing?" Qi Boyuan wondered if he had heard it wrong.
"Just a little personal hobby." Song Wen laughed.
Li Xuan thought that this guy was really a sports guy. He didn't show his emotion and chuckled, "I appreciate Mr. Song's kindness and I will remember it. If Yuanyi needs investment anytime and you are still interested, I will definitely contact you."
"That would be great." Song Wen nodded and smiled. "To be honest, I've noticed Yuanyi since Yi Yu was launched, and I know that many investors have contacted you recently. After all, I had to go through many layers of connections to get an appointment with you, and several venture capital firms must have contacted you." He looked more serious and listed the names of several institutions. "Frankly speaking, in terms of financial strength, I may not be able to compete with these professional institutions. But there is one thing I can assure you, if I become a shareholder, I will not interfere with the operation of Yuanyi."
This kind of talk is what almost every investor is best at making, and Li Xuan did not comment.
Song Wen also noticed it, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "You may not know, I forgot to introduce myself, I am also from N University, and I am considered your senior. But to be honest, I started my own business and was busy making money, so I didn't get my diploma."
Hearing this, Qi Boyuan wanted to laugh, but he suppressed it with a cough. He glanced at Li Xuan and thought that this guy's attitude was almost the same, but the latter looked calm.
"I didn't actually study computer science back then. I barely got into N University, but was assigned to metallurgy. I couldn't stand seeing my PhD senior working in the lab every day. I always skipped classes and stayed in the dormitory playing games. Later, I got tired of playing games. Our dormitory was a mixed dormitory. There was a computer buddy who made mobile software applications. He was just joking. He said that since you sit in front of the computer every day, you might as well learn programming and develop your own games."
He was not without a bit of pride when he talked about it: "I was a fool and believed it. In the end, I actually came up with a few games. Smartphones were just becoming popular at that time, and it was a blue ocean. The situation was completely different from now, with more people than porridge. I was lucky and made a lot of money from a few games."
Li Xuan already knew the history of his rise to wealth, but when he talked about it himself, it added a sense of destiny.
Song Wen continued, "I am not being modest when I say that I can make this money. I think I have some talent, but my ceiling is really this high. I can't think of or write a program that is too complicated. But I am really interested in this industry. I have invested in many companies in recent years, but my luck is not as good as it was back then. I have made some money, but I have also made some mistakes. I have lost money in the past few investments."
He felt a little thirsty after such a long speech, so he stood up and poured himself a glass of water. "It sounds like a rhetoric. But to be honest, I am also afraid of losing money. I threw a stack of money and didn't make much splash. After the last project failed, I felt that my fate with this industry was over and I was no longer compatible with it. I might as well change to another industry. I didn't make any money and lost all the money I saved for my retirement. Then I saw "One Corner" again, and my hands were itching again. I thought it would be okay to try one last time."
After hearing all this, Li Xuan still looked unmoved: "Then I am truly honored."
Song Wen was not disappointed by his calmness. He looked at Li Xuan with shining eyes and said, "You are talented, far better than me. No, to be precise, better than most people. I heard that the world view and overall structure of "One Corner" all come from you... You must have heard this many times, but you are indeed a genius. So even if I become a shareholder, I will never interfere with you, because I can't catch up with you in this regard. If I ask you to follow my orders, that would be nonsense."
"Yes, I've heard it many times." Li Xuan was unmoved, his attitude still a little lazy, "But "One Corner" is not the credit of me alone."
He glanced at Qi Boyuan.
"Hearsay is always biased." Song Wen came to his senses, smiled heartily, and patted Qi Boyuan on the shoulder, "They are all young talents."
His hand was so strong that Qi Boyuan almost gasped. He exchanged a glance with Li Xuan and understood what he meant. This was almost the limit of Li Xuan's patience. He sighed in his heart and could only act like a villain who sent the guest away: "Mr. Song, there is no need to say these polite words. In a few years, I won't even be considered a young man. I think we have talked enough today? We all understand what Mr. Song means, and we will definitely consider it seriously. Li Xuan's hand is still injured, you see..."
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Song Wen had probably said almost everything, so he finished his speech happily. "You have my contact information, and my sincerity is here. If you need investment, feel free to contact me."
Li Xuan finally stood up and nodded: "Sure."