Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

"No, I am also interested in what you said."

Jiang Nuantang's lips curled up slightly and he replied in a faint voice.

This warm and friendly attitude makes people feel very comfortable.

Seeing how kind she was, Dong Zhesheng appreciated her even more.

But I also know that it is inappropriate to discuss these things.

He stopped talking in time, held the door handle, and said:

"Then let's go in! I'll talk to you in detail about the topic just now when we have time."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Jiang Nuantang to respond, Dong Zhesheng turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The interior is a different world, unlike ordinary sanatoriums that are either white or blue and filled with the smell of disinfectant.

It’s called recuperation, but it’s more like serving a sentence.

Whether it is the location of the building, the external environment layout, or the interior decoration and furnishings of this Qing'an Sanatorium, it can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it.

Take the suite where Professor Dong lives, for example. In the spacious and bright space, there is a TV, a refrigerator and everything you need for life, but it is not cramped and the layout is just right.

A rocking chair that the elderly like is specially placed near the window, next to it is a small coffee table, and on the other side is a small bookshelf with the latest issues of newspapers and magazines.

You can get it just by stretching out your hand.

There are also many details to be dealt with, which do not require a lot of money.

However, the designer's intentions are reflected everywhere, and he truly considers the elderly.

Jiang Nuantang glanced around and took in the entire layout of the room. She nodded slightly and admired the Dong family in her heart for their thoughtfulness.

At least there was no negligence in choosing a sanatorium for Professor Dong.

A good environment can also help Professor Dong achieve better results in his later physical recovery.

While they were distracted, Dong Zhesheng had already walked forward and said to Professor Dong, who was sitting in a rocking chair with his back to them reading a book:

"Mother, look who I brought for you."

In order to give his mother a surprise and also to prevent any accidents from happening, Dong Zhesheng did not inform Professor Dong in advance about the news of finding the passerby who saved her that day.

When she heard this suddenly, Dong Qiqin was actually unable to react at first.

She was wearing reading glasses and reading the latest issue of Medical Weekly. When she heard the noise, she did not turn around and continued to read the academic paper intently.

It was not until Dong Zhesheng's voice rang out that she came out of her thoughts. She put down the magazine, turned around, raised her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked at Jiang Nuantang.

The moment she looked over, Jiang Nuantang withdrew his thoughts, stood up straight, and bowed respectfully to Dong Qiqin.

"Hello, Professor Dong. I have long admired you and am honored to visit you today."

Jiang Nuantang did not introduce himself.

She didn't even mention that she had saved Dong Qiqin outside the mall. In her opinion, those were all trivial episodes and not worth mentioning at all.

In addition to wanting to carefully check on Professor Dong's physical condition, she came here today to discuss some deeper issues with her.

What surprised her was that after seeing her, Dong Qiqin not only did not feel unfamiliar, but recognized her identity at a glance.

"You, you are the girl who saved me outside the mall that day."

Dong Qiqin's voice was full of faith.

Without any hesitation.

Such an affirmative attitude surprised Jiang Nuantang.

Before she could say anything, the old man stood up, grabbed her hand, and said excitedly:

"Thank you, kid. It's all thanks to you. Otherwise, I would have died in that mall."