Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

After being lectured by Lin Feng, Zhang Yan put aside his anxiety.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yan did not continue to look at the work messages on his phone, but leaned against the car window and looked at the scenery along the way.

Whether he was driving by himself before or now that Xiao Tang is driving for him, Zhang Yan has never taken a good look at the scenery outside the car window.

He would bury his head in the road, or lower his head to handle work. Sometimes, like yesterday, he would catch up on sleep as soon as he got on the bus, and only got off the bus and continued working when the driver called him at the destination.

Sometimes it seems nice to put down the work at hand and look at the scenery along the road.

There is never any work to be done.

Anyway, Zhang Yan has achieved financial freedom with his personal assets. According to the lifestyle of most people, even if he relies on bank interest, it will definitely be enough for a lifetime.

As for the group?

The current reserve funds are sufficient to pay employees' salaries for the next three years, which is more than enough. So why work so hard?

In the days after the accident, Zhang Yan saw clearly that the entire Zhang family relied on him to survive. However, when he had the accident, no one even made the effort to visit him. Among such a large group of relatives, only Zhang Lingbei, the brat, often went to the hospital to eat his sick meals.

Those so-called family relatives just want to know whether he is still alive and whether he can continue to make money for them.

As for the news of infertility that was caused by Raymond Lam, no one cared.

When Zhang Yan's father learned that Zhang Yan had lost his fertility, the first thing he thought of was not to find experts at home or abroad to treat Zhang Yan, but to find that young star, hoping that she would give birth to a younger brother for Zhang Yan while she was still strong.

The abacus beads hit Zhang Yan's face.

When Zhang Yan entered middle age, the imaginary younger brother had grown up and naturally took over the power of the Zhang family.

However, they all overlooked one person.

Zhang Lingbei. The kid who lost his mother's protection when he was young and could only follow Zhang Yan. He even went to the entertainment industry to escape family disputes, but he didn't make any name for himself.

Zhang Yan originally wanted to quit his job and wait until he was discharged from the hospital to pack his bags and go abroad to live a life without being disturbed.

As for Tiangong Group, just find a professional manager.

As for carrying on the family line, he is not the only male in the Zhang family. There is also a grown-up nephew, Zhang Lingbei.

But that day, Zhang Lingbei, who could tell stories to children with a smile in the pediatric ward, fell on Zhang Yan's knees and cried the moment he saw Zhang Yan after leaving the ward.

He was lying prone, but he was just leaning on the armrest of the wheelchair. He was so sad, but he still knew to avoid Zhang Yan's wound.

The moment the tears dripped from Zhang Lingbei's chin onto Zhang Yan's knees, Zhang Yan changed his mind.

Just hold on a little longer.

Even if he is confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he can still continue to sit in that chair and argue with those old men on the board of directors.

Zhang Lingbei has finally grown up safely, and we cannot push him into the abyss that can devour a person's soul.

Before the paparazzi took photos of Zhang Lingbei going to the hospital, no one knew that Zhang Lingbei was the young master of the Zhang family of the Tiangong Group, and no one even guessed that he was a rich second-generation.

Zhang Yan thought a lot and fell asleep unknowingly.

In a daze, he seemed to see a sea of ​​golden flowers under the viaduct.

Zhang Yan walked into a sea of ​​golden flowers. He thought they were sunflowers, but when he got closer he saw they were giant chrysanthemums.

Can chrysanthemums grow this big now? This is taller than Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan walked in the dense flowers, and it was very difficult to walk. The flowers and leaves blocked out the sun, and Zhang Yan could not see the road ahead, nor did he know the direction.

The sharp leaves scratched Zhang Yan's cheeks and limbs. Many roots on the ground had been exposed, and from time to time they popped out from nowhere and tripped Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan stood up with difficulty, holding the flower stem, and patted the mud on his knees.

He couldn't remember where he was going or which direction he should go, he just walked aimlessly forward.

This road is too long. To be precise, it is not even a road. Zhang Yan just looks for gaps and walks wherever he can get through.

Zhang Yan was so tired from walking that his legs felt sore. He was sweating all over in this airtight environment.

He was very thirsty and very tired, but he had to move on.

At this time, Zhang Yan heard someone calling his name in front of him. He couldn't hear it clearly at first, so Zhang Yan struggled with his last bit of strength and tried hard to run forward.

As the distance they ran gradually increased, the voices shouting Zhang Yan's name became louder and louder.

Zhang Yan ran for a long time before he vaguely saw a figure who was calling his name and waving at him.

Zhang Yan walked closer and realized that it was Lin Feng calling him.

Lin Feng? Shouldn't he be at work? Why did he suddenly come over?

This must be a dream, otherwise how could I see Raymond Lam?

So Zhang Yan closed his eyes again.

Lin Feng just saw Zhang Yan open his eyes and thought that Zhang Yan was about to wake up. Unexpectedly, after Zhang Yan opened his eyes and saw Lin Feng, he immediately closed his eyes again, mumbling, "Lin Feng, it was a dream."

Lin Feng didn't hear clearly what Zhang Yan said, seeing his restless look, there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Lin Feng thought Zhang Yan was too hot, took a tissue, approached Zhang Yan, and was about to wipe Zhang Yan's sweat.

Zhang Yan felt someone beside him and opened his eyes again.

It’s still Raymond Lam.

It’s still Raymond Lam’s big face.

Zhang Yan was stunned for two seconds. Why was Lin Feng in his dream, and it was an enlarged version of Lin Feng’s face?

Zhang Yan looked around and saw no golden sea of ​​flowers. It was just a small space, probably an underground parking lot. He didn't see Xiao Tang in the driver's seat. Lin Feng was sitting next to him, holding a tissue and ready to wipe his sweat.

Ok?

Where is Xiao Tang?

Why is Dr. Lin here? It shouldn't be Dr. Lin's turn off at this time.

Lin Feng didn't care that Zhang Yan's face changed color. He continued to move very gently, fearing that Zhang Yan would run away. He was afraid that what he had just done would anger Zhang Yan.

He remembered clearly that the young masters of the Zhang family not only needed to be coaxed, but they also had a bad temper when they woke up.

Zhang Yan closed his eyes and then opened them again. Yes, it was still Lin Feng's face.

Zhang Yan looked around to make sure he was no longer dreaming. Lin Feng sat close to him and was carefully wiping the sweat off Zhang Yan's forehead.

When Lin Feng saw Zhang Yan's hesitant look, he was sure that he had just been wronged in his dream.

"woke up?"

It was just two simple words, but Zhang Yan seemed to have found a life-saving straw that pulled him out of the abyss.