Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Several Tiangong executives arrived at the door of the conference room and saw an inconspicuous sign-in area where a few young girls were sitting and a stack of brochures about charity funds was placed on the table.

"Oh, did Xiao Zhang get into a car accident and have his brain damaged? He has been in the hospital for a few days and has become a kind-hearted person, giving away money like a boy."

"It's just a woman's kindness. It's useless to do these things."

"Haha, maybe it's because a dying man wants to do something good to accumulate merit for himself. A while ago, we said we wanted to see a doctor, but that Special Assistant Su would disturb other patients' rest and refused to let us see what he had been hit in. I guess this is not going to work, so he used our dividends to help him gain a good reputation."

A few old men were in groups of two or three, muttering to each other. The young girl from the administration department saw that this was not going to work, so she pushed the intern out.

"Directors, the meeting is about to begin. Please sign in here first."

The girl was pretty and looked like she had just started working. Even if the directors were not satisfied with the arrangement, they would not lower themselves to lose their temper with a little girl. Zhang Yan was shameless, but they still had to have dignity after living for most of their lives.

When several people followed the girl to the sign-in place and saw what was happening, they couldn't help but call Zhang Yan shameless.

In addition to the name, the sign-in book also lists the donation amount. What's even more shameless is that there is a professional photographer filming the video, as if he is going to post the video online if you don't donate.

Mr. Xu signed his name in the sign-in book and wrote down the amount of 200,000 yuan. "Give me the donation account and I'll ask the finance department to transfer the money. Will you issue an invoice?"

When the staff of the administration department heard the amount of the donation, they immediately smiled so much that their forehead wrinkles and nasolabial folds were visible. "Don't worry, Mr. Xu, we will issue invoices and certificates based on the amount of your donation. At that time, the foundation will make your donation public, and it can also be found on the group's official website."

After hearing this, Director Xu gritted his teeth and increased the donation from 200,000 to 500,000. If people outside saw that he only donated that little, they would ridicule him and say that the company would go bankrupt.

Mr. Xu took a photo of the donation account and gave it to his assistant, and specifically instructed him to ask the finance department for an invoice for tax deduction.

The following directors followed suit when they saw Director Xu donate 500,000 yuan. It didn’t matter to them how much they donated, as the company’s finance department was in charge. What they cared about was how much positive publicity this amount of money could buy.

Five hundred thousand is a huge medical expense that ordinary families cannot imagine. In their eyes, it is just the money for a meal, just one less bag for their wives, just a car for transportation...

After entering the conference room, several directors were livid. They didn't expect that they could not see Zhang Yan's joke, but were tricked by him first. After entering the conference room, they found that it was really simple, with a few tables and chairs made of synthetic wood, and only a bottle of mineral water on the table. Zhang Yan was just trying to show off his power to them, and made them sit there and wait for half an hour.

The autumn nights are a little chilly, and the night comes knocking on the door early. There are few pedestrians on the road. Small yellow flowers of unknown species have fallen all over the ground from green trees. The flowers are rolled into small balls by the wind, gathering and dispersing, dispersing and gathering again.

"Boss, are you really okay?" Su Boding was still a little worried about Zhang Yan's health. This was the first day he had removed the plaster.

At first, he thought that Zhang Yan removed the plaster in order to intimidate the old men on the board of directors. He was worried that he would have sequelae, so he chased Lin Feng to ask.

"It was Director Shao who adjusted the treatment plan after evaluation, not Zhang Yan's request." Su Boding felt relieved after receiving this answer. However, he did not dare to let Zhang Yan walk for a long time, and insisted on pushing him in a wheelchair.

Zhang Yan insisted on changing into a suit to attend the meeting, not wanting others to see his weak side. Because the brace was too big to wear with pants, Lin Feng was asked to help Zhang Yan remove the brace and tie it outside the suit pants.

"Thank you for your help, Doctor Lin." Zhang Yan thanked Lin Feng very seriously.

"No need to thank me, this is my normal job. If you patients have any needs, we medical staff will try our best to meet them." Lin Feng was a little uncomfortable with Zhang Yan's sudden thanks. This young master has always been very troublesome, so why did he suddenly realize that he was causing trouble for others?

This improved Zhang Yan's perception for only three seconds before returning to the starting point.

"Then you still eat the food cooked by my aunt and drive my car to work."

Indeed, we cannot have too high moral expectations of Zhang Yan.

"That's because you, Mr. Zhang, damaged my car. I thought this was compensation for me."

Lin Feng removed the bracket and started to take off Zhang Yan's pants. The ward was heated, so Zhang Yan was wearing beach pants, which fell off as soon as the waistband was pulled.

"Hurry up, stop dawdling. Put it on quickly, can you do it? If not, I'll help you." Lin Feng wanted to take revenge on the spot.

"I'll put on my pants myself. Doctor Lin, I was wrong, I was wrong." Zhang Yan quickly put on his pants and waved to Su Boding to take him away.

Before leaving, he flattered Lin Feng: "Dr. Lin, you have worked hard. I will ask Auntie to make more delicious food to compensate for your mental loss."

"Go quickly. Don't delay Mr. Zhang from making money, and don't delay your promise to the child."

Not to mention that Zhang Yan looked really good in a suit. He also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and at first glance he looked like an ascetic gentleman. When he left the orthopedics department, he was photographed by other family members.

Zhang Yan is not nearsighted. When he first took over the position, he was afraid that he would not be able to control the situation, so he thought that wearing a pair of glasses would make him look more mature.

In fact, because Zhang Yan is picky about food and has a bit of night blindness, his vision deteriorates at night, so he has gotten used to wearing glasses.

Lin Feng saw that the head nurse also took photos secretly, which meant that Zhang Yan’s peaceful days were almost over.

It was just a private discussion among a few young people in the hospital, and it didn't have much influence. Don't ask him how he knew it, he just heard it openly when he passed by the nurses' station.

Because Raymond Lam is one of the two male protagonists in the gossip, you have to listen carefully.

Su Boding pushed Zhang Yan to the door of the conference room, took the crutches from the nurse, helped Zhang Yan stand up, and helped him tidy up his clothes.

The people cannot lose, and the formation cannot lose.

When the old men on the board of directors saw Zhang Yan walk in in a suit and tie, leaning on a cane, they all knew that their little plans had failed. Instead of showing concern and blessings for him, they just felt that it was bad luck.

It seems that they have to clean up their own plates when they go back. Some of the hands that are too long can only be cut off with pain. They have all seen Zhang Yan's previous methods. Although he doesn't say anything on the surface, his actual actions are poking at their vital points everywhere.

It seems that I will have to tighten this old bone in the future. Otherwise, when Zhang Yan comes to tighten my bones, I'm afraid they will fall apart and I'll have to go straight to the orthopedics department. It's not just a simple bone fracture.