10 a.m., J'appelle's weekly meeting.
After the Chief Operating Officer and Chief Financial Officer spoke one after another, the advertising department announced a piece of good news: "We have already voted for a 15-second commercial in the prime time of Satellite TV." The person in charge of the department said while ordering people to distribute the relevant documents to everyone present at the meeting .
This is the first time that J'appelle has broken through Libo's blockade and won a favorable advertising time.
But this is also the fourth time that Yan Liang's mind wandered during the entire meeting process.
It wasn't until the assistant reminded: "Mr. Yan? Mr. Yan?" Yan Liang suddenly came back to his senses, looked around at everyone, and realized that it was his turn to conclude the speech.
After the meeting, Yan Liang returned to the office. In the office system of the computer, on the desk...all the files were waiting for her to deal with. The Ya Yan new product project that was shelved two years ago is now restarted, which is enough for her to be busy for a while. Thinking of going to inspect the new product research and development center in the afternoon, and having to deal with those old tricksters Lu Zheng helped her get along with during the dinner in the evening, Yanliang felt a headache.
He didn't sleep all night, his eyelids twitched while reading the documents, and his mind started to wander again unknowingly. When he suddenly came back to his senses, seeing what he had written on the paper, Yan Liang was immediately startled into a cold sweat by himself—"You can't something.
Ten million.
There must be nothing wrong... no. This is retribution.
Retribution... Retribution..."
Yanliang irritatedly crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket, squeezed the space between her eyebrows, opened a file and dialed the internal number to the secretary: "Make me a cup of coffee. I want a strong one."
"OK."
Soon someone knocked on the door and came in. It should be the secretary who brought coffee. The mellow aroma of coffee beans spread from far to near. Yan Liang glanced at the coffee cup and put it in her hand. Because she was signing the document, she didn't bother to look up. .
It wasn't until she couldn't hear the secretary's departure that Yan Liang put down her pen in doubt and raised her head.
Lu Zheng leaned against the table with his arms folded like this, as if waiting to see when she would find him. Her surprised appearance made him faintly laugh.
"How did you come?"
"Just passing by here, let's go up and take a look."
Yan Liang smiled as a response, and dialed the internal line to the secretary: "Make Mr. Lu a cup of coffee and come in."
After hanging up the phone, he smiled apologetically at Lu Zheng: "I have something to do, so I won't call you."
Lu Zheng didn't care about it, he just glanced at the documents on the table, he couldn't help worrying about her: "I heard from your secretary that you have always been preoccupied in the past few days, no matter how busy you are, you should pay more attention to rest."
"Also..." Lu Zheng approached slowly, and suddenly leaned towards her. The neck has always been the most sensitive place, and Yan Liang immediately stepped back with the seat. Such vigilance made Lu Zheng's eyes turn pale. It was dark, but it was quickly whitewashed by him, and he continued, "Why do you smell like hospital disinfectant?"
"..."
"I got sick?"
Could she tell him she'd been going to the hospital every night lately and doing nothing but sitting there all night and all night? cannot. So I can only smile. She knew he was a gentleman and wouldn't ask questions.
Although Lu Zheng, the matchmaker, was present at the dinner at night, and J'appelle's marketing manager and a group of people were always by his side, but Yanliang, as the host, still couldn't help getting dizzy from drinking.
All present here are large-scale distributors with resources in their hands. Many markets in second- and third-tier cities that J'appelle cannot reach at present are in the hands of these people. Although these people are old friends of Mingting Group, they have nothing to do with Libo Direct interests, but now that Yan Liang has something to ask for, he still has to fight in person and accompany him to the end.
What they want is nothing more than a sentence from their mouths: "Okay! No problem! I will go to your company to sign the contract tomorrow. You Lu always has such a big face, isn't our cooperation just a matter of words?"
After getting drunk, the bosses were helped out of the hotel by their assistants. Yanliang then arranged follow-up activities for them. Some people were smelling alcohol in the night wind while waiting for the car to drive up to them.
Yanliang's driver soon drove the car to the entrance of the hotel. She was about to tell the driver the name of the nightclub when she got in the car. Always go home."
Only then did Yan Liang turn her head to look at him.
Lu Zheng plucked the hair on her forehead, and said softly, "I told them, let you go home first. I will continue to drink with them."
"..."
"Before going to bed, remember to drink a glass of honey water to dissipate the alcohol."
After Lu Zheng finished speaking, he stood up straight again and closed the car door for her. Seeing that Yan Liang had no other orders, the driver started the car silently. Yan Liang rested her arms on the window edge, and her forehead rested on her arms. Even the driver thought she was asleep, but unexpectedly, her faint voice suddenly sounded in the car: "Go to the city hospital."
The driver thought he heard it wrong, turned around and saw that Yanliang had sat up straight, squinted his drunken eyes and confirmed, "Take me to the city hospital."
With that said, he lowered the car window and let the night wind blow in.
When the car drove into the gate of the hospital, most of the cold smell of alcohol had been blown away by the wind. When I got out of the car and looked up at the sky, I saw a starry sky. She came every night, and she was already familiar with the road, and soon came to the outside of the intensive care unit, and slumped directly on the bench by the wall.
She has not yet had the courage to open the door of the intensive care unit. She just sits outside the door every night. As long as she does not see the doctor rushing in because of the patient's sudden accident, she can leave the hospital at dawn and return home with peace of mind. The company goes to work.
The time of coming and going is well controlled, so she doesn't have to worry about meeting Secretary Li.
Inevitably, some nurses on duty at night stepped forward and asked her, "Which patient's family member are you?"
She didn't answer either. She got up and went to the smoking area to smoke a cigarette and then came back. The nurse had already left. A nurse still walked by her today, presumably because she smelled of alcohol, the nurse looked at her suspiciously, Yan Liang didn't make eye contact with her, got up and left for a while, smoked a cigarette before coming back.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I got back to the ward, I heard the nurses waiting to change guards standing there chatting: "... I heard that I have been treated in a private hospital before, but this time I was sent to our hospital because of a sudden onset of illness."
"It's no wonder. He obviously has his own medical team, so it stands to reason that he doesn't need to borrow the facilities of our public hospital."
"I asked Director Lin, and Director Lin said that he was afraid that he would lose his life if he was transferred to another hospital. He would not be transferred back to a private hospital until his condition stabilized."
"Hey, I don't know if he will live until the day when his condition recovers and stabilizes..."
As if all the strength in Yan Liang's body was drained in an instant, she leaned against the safety door behind her and fell to the ground bit by bit.
I'm afraid that transferring his life to another hospital now... I don't know if he will survive to the day when his condition returns to stability... The words are still in my ears, and gradually Yan Liang's eyes are plunged into darkness.
It seemed that he was just dizzy for a moment, or that he had been in a coma for several years. When Yanliang woke up again, he opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in front of him, and his mind was confused for a moment.
It was still the hospital's unique disinfectant, and she tried to move her fingers, only to realize that she was not slumped on the cold ground by the safety door, but on a soft hospital bed.
Yanliang moved her fingers again, and found that a force was holding her hand tightly, so she looked down. I saw a person sitting on the edge of the bed, sleeping there on his stomach.
It was him, holding her hand.
The hand was numb from being held, Yanliang tried to pull back his hand, and Lu Zheng, who was lying on the side of the hospital bed in a light sleep, was awakened like this. A pair of sleepy eyes met Yanliang's gaze after adapting to the dim light—suddenly, Lu Zheng stood up happily, and hugged her shoulders tightly: "You finally woke up..."
His hug was so strong that Yanliang suddenly felt dizzy: "You..."
"I called you to make sure you got home safely, but I kept getting nowhere. Finally, the nurse answered the phone and said you passed out in the hospital corridor."
Yan Liang tried to push him, Lu Zheng finally realized, let go of his arms, and carefully supported her to lean against the headboard of the bed.
"You slept for two full days." He still had lingering fear when he said it.
Yanliang didn't speak, just dizzy.
"The doctor diagnosed you with extreme sleep deprivation and a nervous breakdown. How did you spend your time? And...how did you pass out in the hospital?"
There were too many questions, too many concerns, and too many worries, so that Lu Zheng, who had always been thinking clearly, was a little incoherent. Finally, when he saw her bloodless face, Lu Zheng suddenly stopped his voice.
After a pause, Lu Zheng stroked her forehead habitually: "You rest first, I'll call the nurse in."
Lu Zheng's anxious footsteps disappeared outside the door, leaving her alone in the dark, and said to herself: "Two days..."
It's been two days... is he still alive