Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Xiao Tang rushed forward and helped Zhang Yan inside.

Zhang Yan tried to push Xiao Tang's arm away, "Let go! I can walk by myself!"

Zhang Yan's struggle ended in failure.

After a series of actions, including saving the document, closing the laptop, and stuffing the laptop and files into his bag, Suboding finally met up with them. The business elite was not flustered at all; his tie was just askew.

Xiao Tang handed Zhang Yan the cane by the door, opened the door first and went out, saying, "I'll go get the car first, I'll wait for you downstairs." As she passed Su Boding, Xiao Tang casually took the handbag from Su Boding's hand.

Chen Xiaoping came out of another physiotherapy room, still holding a can of needles in his hand. He peeked out and saw only these three people; he didn't see Lin Feng.

Chen Xiaoping looked knowing: "Xiao Lin was called away?"

Although it was a question, the expression was one of certainty.

"Yes, he took a phone call and left." Zhang Yan took the cane, adjusted his posture and center of gravity, and accepted the reality he had to accept.

Chen Xiaoping had anticipated this; he knew how busy the orthopedics department was.

"When I was doing the acupuncture on him just now, he didn't make a sound. I thought he had fainted from the pain, but I didn't expect that he had fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up." Chen Xiaoping chose the rehabilitation department because he couldn't stand being woken up by the phone in the middle of the night.

When he was young and interning in orthopedics, he developed a stress response to the sound of the telephone ringing. He still feels lingering fear when he thinks about it now.

Turning her head, she saw Zhang Yan's actions and said, "Slow down, don't be in such a hurry."

How could I not be anxious?

Zhang Yan needs to project an image of physical health; otherwise, those old men on the board will kick him out.

Although news broke that Zhang Yan was impotent, Grandpa Zhang still managed to keep the situation under control. He said that impotence doesn't mean it's impossible; with today's advanced technology, as long as you have the resources, you can create a good embryo.

Zhang Yan is no longer a good match, and it's likely that wealthy women of similar social standing wouldn't be willing to marry him. However, for the sake of money, there are plenty of beautiful girls willing to live a life of widowhood and raise children.

However, if Zhang Yan becomes completely unable to stand up, then his position as the head of the Zhang family will be insecure.

That brat Zhang Lingbei is completely focused on the entertainment industry and has no intention of going home to take over such a huge business. I heard he's been begging his agent, Sister Ai, to get him a role in his idol's film.

His name wasn't even mentioned in the official announcement from the production team, yet he still eagerly followed them to the mountains to stay. The temperature had dropped, and I don't know how this young master could endure such hardship. Perhaps his passion could overcome the harsh environment.

Zhang Yan was not so lucky. His passions were gradually abandoned one by one due to the heavy workload, and his last passion—basketball—was also forced to be given up because of this car accident.

Zhang Yan took a short nap in the car. "Arrange for each department to come over in half an hour to report on last month's work. One by one, go and make the arrangements." As he got out of the car, Zhang Yan didn't forget to give Su Boding his work instructions.

Su Boding followed behind Zhang Yan's electric wheelchair, carrying a bag in one hand and typing rapidly on her phone with the other.

Zhang Yan returned to the break room in her office to change out of her sportswear, preparing to begin her workday. Thinking about her schedule, she realized she had no appointments with guests, so she put the black suit she was holding back and turned to another wardrobe.

He chose black casual pants and a gray sweater. The suit looked good, but it was too tight. Aunt Liu's cooking was really delicious, and Lin Feng had asked everyone to make sure Zhang Yan ate properly. As a result, Zhang Yan had gained a little weight, and wearing the suit made him feel uncomfortable because he had to keep it constantly tight.

It seems that once his leg heals, he will continue to work out at the gym. He doesn't want to become a middle-aged, overweight entrepreneur; that would make him look too much like a nouveau riche, which doesn't fit his image as a domineering CEO at all.

Zhang Yan is very efficient. He only gives each department head half an hour to point out problems in their work, leaving no room for excuses.

Xiao Zhu sat in the corner taking notes, already too scared to breathe just from the noise. She was just a secretary who answered the phone at the office door; she never imagined that meeting the general manager inside would be so terrifying.

Normally, Zhang Yan would just discuss having coffee with Xiao Zhu, and Xiao Zhu would never directly refuse. They would keep going back and forth like this, having one cup of coffee every day. No one expected him to be so decisive and efficient at work.

It seems that not everyone can do a job with a million-dollar annual salary. Xiao Zhu thought to himself as he took meeting notes.

This isn't an easy job either. These executives are all college graduates, couldn't they at least improve their Mandarin? Their degrees are from top universities, but their Mandarin sounds like they didn't finish nine years of compulsory education. And this is supposed to be a damn trade secret, so they can't even use AI to organize and generate a document.

While typing rapidly on the computer, Xiao Zhu secretly glanced at the Suboding voice recorder. "Wow, there are such great things out there! I'll see if I can borrow it later to make up for my slow typing speed."

Even if each department is given only half an hour, it still takes a whole morning to meet with all the senior executives.

Zhang Yan picked up the mug on the table and took a sip. He was really thirsty from talking all morning and felt very irritable. He wanted to drink some water to calm down.

Huh? That's it?

"Xiao Zhu, pour me a cup of coffee." Zhang Yan casually placed the cup on the table and continued reading the documents beside him.

The stuff these people wrote is utter nonsense. The font size is inconsistent. I really don't know how they graduated from university. Don't they have to write graduation theses?

The last time I passed by the break room, I overheard an intern complaining that the review of theses is getting stricter and stricter, not only checking for plagiarism but also using AI.

Zhang Yan felt that it was even worse than something cobbled together by a stupid AI.

Having lost all desire to continue reading, Zhang Yan flipped directly to the end of the document to see who had drafted it.

Heh, Zhang Yan does remember this guy. He's a newly recruited 985 master's graduate in the R&D department, and his salary isn't low. This is his level? It seems this is half the reason why the R&D department isn't making any progress.

Zhang Yan put the document into the return basket, and when he looked up, he saw that there was still an empty cup on the table.

"Where's the coffee?"

Xiao Zhu stammered, keeping his head down and remaining silent.

Zhang Yan was about to yell, but then swallowed the words back. He could only console himself, telling himself not to get angry, not to get angry. He wouldn't know how to comfort a girl who cried. Anger hinders wound healing, affects blood pressure, and can easily lead to heart attacks and strokes…

Seeing Zhang Yan frowning and taking deep breaths, Suboding knew that her boss was angry, so she quickly handed him a bottle of orange juice. "Boss, have some juice first. It's almost lunchtime. Dr. Lin told you to get some rest."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan pictured Lin Feng's serious face and could only helplessly accept the orange juice and take a sip.

"Then let's eat first."

Subodine breathed a sigh of relief; Dr. Lin's words really worked.