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"Sir, the doctor is here."

The time of the butler's appearance was just right, as if he had counted it, or he had already arrived and was just standing at the door, waiting to find the right time.

The doctor came in from the door, his eyes under the mask were calm and polite, he nodded at Yu Zhengyan: "Mr. Yu."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, he walked to Yu Minglang's bed, the stethoscope on his neck glowed coldly under the light.

"Smells good."

The doctor seemed to smile, and lifted his shirt, and pressed the cold stethoscope on Yu Minglang's chest. The cold touch made him frown. His quilt was covered.

Turning around, he said to Yu Zhengyan: "Young Master Ling is fine, he'll be fine when he wakes up, he's a little weaker now, and he needs to be treated with medicine for a period of time in the future to avoid any sequelae."

Yu Zhengyan: "Okay, thank you doctor."

The doctor nodded, and went out with the medical records in his arms. Before he went out, he closed the door thoughtfully. The ward was very quiet, only the sound of hanging water echoed in the empty ward.

Yu Minglang buried his head under the quilt, pretending to be asleep, he had nothing to exchange with Yu Zhengyan, it was nothing more than the same words as before, which made him feel bored.

As soon as the doctor left, the door was opened again with a "click". Someone came in. Before entering, he knocked on the door and called out, "Mr. Yu."

That was Yu Zhengyan's assistant, named Wang Xiping, who had been with his father for almost ten years, how could Yu Minglang not hear his voice, Yu Zhengyan was busy with affairs, so he must have flown to Melbourne to take care of his son, and it was delayed It took a lot of time, and I don't know how much business has accumulated.

I only heard Wang Xiping say to him: "There is a meeting in the country this afternoon, and you need to attend it."

Yu Zhengyan's voice was tired and weak: "Push it off."

"But..." the assistant hesitated for a moment, "This meeting is very important. It is related to the launch of new products next year, so it can no longer be postponed. Mr. Yu, your next schedule is full, and I'm afraid you won't be able to make it. It is time to organize this meeting, and those shareholders don’t have that much time.”

The ward fell into silence, Yu Zhengyan frowned, and rubbed his temples with his fingers irritably, while Wang Xiping stood aside and waited for his reply, but he didn't show any impatience, and even had a polite smile on his face , because he knows his boss too well, he can only choose between his son and his career, but he will definitely choose his career. After all, isn't the purpose of having a son to inherit his career in the future?Yu Zhengyan is a person with relatively conservative thinking. He hopes that the business empire he has worked so hard for can be passed on for a hundred years.

Sure enough, after a long silence, he raised his head and asked, "What time is it in the afternoon?"

Wang Xiping: "03:30."

"Air tickets?"

"Already booked."

Yu Minglang heard the sound of Yu Zhengyan picking up his jacket, brushing against his eardrums. He obviously didn't have any big fantasies about Yu Zhengyan, but at that moment he still felt a little blocked. After all, it was him. His father, after all, is a person connected by his blood.

Yu Zhengyan walked to the bedside and said to him, "I'm leaving first, you take good care of it."

Yu Minglang didn't answer, Yu Zhengyan looked at his exposed ears, the blood vessels there were clearly colored, he looked at it for a while, then turned his head, he looked very tired, and sighed before leaving.

But the housekeeper stayed behind, and when everyone had left, he said to Yu Minglang, "Master, I'm right outside, just ring the bell if there is anything to do."

After he finished speaking, he turned off the lights in the ward, and the curtains were drawn tightly, revealing a little light. After the butler closed the door, he left. He heard the footsteps in the corridor slowly going away, and opened the door. Eyes, staring at the tulips in front of the bed in a daze.

Yu Minglang moved his body, feeling sore, limp, and painful. His heart had already healed a lot, and he didn't have the feeling of being suffocated by someone strangling his throat last night. After the bottle in his hand was transfused, it was already afternoon. He wanted to go to the toilet with the help of his support, but he was stunned when he lifted the quilt. He raised his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it, and then his ankle, where the thin bones were originally swollen abnormally. The pinhole looked hideous.

It couldn't be a problem with the infusion, he asked the housekeeper, "What's the matter?"

The housekeeper's expression didn't change much, and he said to him: "It's just a sequela, it will disappear in two days."

Yu Minglang supported the housekeeper's hand and sat up, his limbs were still very sore and limp. He suddenly thought of the tube of liquid and asked, "What was shot into my body?"

Butler: "Stimulants."

He sighed and rubbed Yu Minglang's wrist: "Master, you are too reckless to inject yourself so much, if the doctor comes later, you will..."

Yu Minglang looked at him from the corner of his eye, through the gray hair on his temples, he could see his slightly fine-lined eyes, there was a trace of helplessness and disappointment in them, Yu Minglang was brought up by the housekeeper after all, he smiled, maybe Now in their hearts, he is a person who lost his mind in search of excitement, but he didn't want to explain anything, he was too pale, no one would believe him, who would believe that he knew nothing, who would believe that he was deceived into entering Had this drug party.

He asked again, "Where's Liam?"

He did not forget this lunatic, this was the second time, during two chaotic and intoxicated nights, his fingers curled up under his hospital clothes, and he pinched his palm vigorously.

The butler said, "Who is the young master talking about?"

The butler is far away on the other side of the ocean, and he doesn't know the people around him at all. Yu Minglang pondered for a while and then changed his name: "It's the organizer of last night's party."

The housekeeper brought his slippers, knelt down and put them on himself: "I don't know who the young master said about Liam, but those people from last night were taken back by the police and detained in the police station."

He suddenly thought in a trance that someone yelled "Cop", and he should be able to guess what happened next. The arrival of the police stopped the frantic party, and he was rushed to the hospital because of an overdose of drugs. Liam and others were detained in the police station. As expected, Liam, as the initiator of the party, would be punished by law if he followed the usual routine, but he is Liam, Liam · Aron , this surname destined him to be different from ordinary people. How could his high-ranking father allow his son to be imprisoned? Not surprisingly, there will be a scapegoat, and his son will eventually become an innocent prisoner. cheating implicators.

The housekeeper continued: "However, those young people's families should have some influence, and some of them were released on bail that night."

He lowered his eyes, his thoughts were blocked: "So that's how it is."

Where is that tall Australian youth at the moment?Lying comfortably at home?Yu Minglang's eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous gleam.

He stayed in the hospital for two days, and the swelling on his hands and feet disappeared. He didn't go anywhere in the ward for the past two days, and the butler was by his side doing his duty.

He also heard about the final result of this matter from the housekeeper. Sure enough, Liam's name was not mentioned during the whole process, but a strange guy suffered. He thought, this is the power of power, it can reverse the truth and turn the tables. Change their lives, as long as they think, they will do it.

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