Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

"Hello, uncles and aunts. Thank you very much for coming to the hospital for a meeting to accommodate my injury. There is no other way. Although I can walk on my own, the doctor won't let me go out. I have to let the nurse watch me during this meeting, for fear that I will run away."

Zhang Yan didn't care about the blue and purple on their faces, just pretending not to see it. What did it have to do with him if they were unhappy?

"Then I'll make it short, or I'll be caught by the doctor. Because this is a children's medical aid fund, if we want others to follow us in doing charity, we must take the lead. I also saw that you are all very generous, and I believe you care about these children in need. Love your own children, and love other people's children. Look at how cute the children are. They are about the same age as the grandchildren of your uncles. Although I don't have children, I can't empathize with you. I think this kind of charity should be learned from you predecessors. I plan to donate another 500 million in the name of the group.

Tomorrow I will ask the PR department to announce the details of this advance donation, and give priority to poor families receiving treatment in the hospital. Let some marketing accounts, big fans, and artists under entertainment companies forward it to do a pre-promotion.

Your photos will also be broadcast, so that everyone can remember the face of Lei Feng. This is a positive publicity, which is beneficial to both the group and your future investment. "

From what Zhang Yan meant, it was a clear threat. You have to cooperate even if you don't want to. The photos have been sent out, and netizens are watching you whether you have followed through or not.

Of course, some people will raise questions.

“How can we determine whether a child meets the conditions for assistance? Is there any shady manipulation? Who can guarantee true fairness?”

"This review is jointly conducted by the hospital and the finance department, which includes the hospital's diagnosis and treatment certificate and the estimate of related treatment costs. The finance department is responsible for verifying the parents' financial situation, salary, and whether they are serious and positive about rescuing the child."

"Who will keep this money? Who will manage it?"

"Of course it is placed in a special account, which is jointly supervised by the group, the hospital and the Finance Bureau. Every process is open and transparent." The CFO felt that these CEOs were pretending to be ignorant, and they were all talking about monster hunting.

"If you are worried, you can send your own auditor to supervise. However, the foundation will not bear the auditor's salary." Zhang Yan's patience was gone. Not wanting to see those faces, he simply sat there and kept silent, allowing the various departments to answer his questions and resolve his doubts.

Forget about that. The annual salary of an auditor is higher than the donation amount. We can’t do business at a loss.

Zhang Yan just wanted to show up and make those arrogant old men restrain themselves. If the water is too clear, there will be no fish, but he couldn't let them fish secretly.

The project leader of the Planning Department introduced in detail the launch and promotion of the foundation and how to get more people to join this good cause.

The meeting didn't last long, just an hour or so. The boss has been accustomed to a healthy lifestyle recently, so he naturally doesn't want to work overtime with someone he dislikes.

"I think the planning in all aspects is relatively complete. Time is tight, so if we find some deviations during execution, we will correct them on the spot."

"The meeting is dismissed!"

Zhang Yan walked out of the office and sat in the wheelchair. Only he knew that the shirt under his suit was soaked.

Now I have to ask Dr. Lin for some painkillers.

Lin Feng was not on duty today, so he stood at the window and looked at the night view outside. There were no tree shadows on the 11th floor, only the taillights of cars on the road in the distance, which went from busy to sparse. They probably all went home, and the lights were on at home, waiting for them to get off work and come home for dinner. Take a hot bath to wash away the resentment and fatigue brought by work.

Lin Feng has been working for so many years, and his residence can barely be considered a dormitory where he can cook. There is not much furniture, and the small room is filled with books. When he cooks a braised pork, he can smell the aroma of meat in his dreams at night. When he returns home from work, it is also a cold room. Whether he cooks or eats takeout depends on the workload today. Cooking outside is unhealthy and convenient. Cooking is cheap and troublesome.

The wind started to blow. I looked up but couldn't see the moon or stars. It must be raining.

I wonder if Zhang Yan and Su Boding brought an umbrella when they went out? I was overthinking it. There were so many staff and nurses around him, how could he be exposed to the rain?

Suddenly, a prompt sound of "Bed 62 calling" was heard outside, and Lin Feng hurried over.

You're back so soon? Did you fall? Otherwise, you wouldn't have pressed the call bell. Lin Feng couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When they walked into the ward, they saw Zhang Yan sitting in a wheelchair. Su Boding and the nurse beside him wanted to help him up. Zhang Yan didn't say anything, with a cold face and no expression, and just waved his hand to them.

Lin Feng quickly walked to Zhang Yan and lifted him up from the wheelchair. "How are you?"

Zhang Yan just shook his head.

"What happened to him? Did he fall?" Seeing that he couldn't get an answer from Zhang Yan, Lin Feng turned around and asked the other two.

"No, I was with the boss the whole time. He was fine when the meeting ended. He walked to the wheelchair and sat on it by himself." Su Boding recalled the entire process of the meeting. There was nothing unusual. He just stood for a while at the beginning of the meeting, but sat down afterwards. This was not right.

"The boss has been like this since he came back. He didn't say anything and wouldn't let us touch him. I was worried that there was something wrong with his wound, so I had to press the call bell."

Lin Feng helped Zhang Yan carefully take off his suit jacket, and then he saw that his shirt was soaked, and the muscles on his back were faintly visible. Could it be that the wound was infected and he had a fever? When he changed the dressing in the afternoon, he did not find any signs of inflammation in the wound.

Seeing Xiao Zhou standing at the end of the bed with an expression of watching gossip closely, Lin Feng was so angry that he didn't know how to scold him. "Don't just stand there, can't you see I'm busy? Bring the thermometer and the things needed for changing the dressing."

Xiao Zhou thought to himself, I was watching, I saw it all, I saw you undressing the president, I saw it with both my eyes.

Lin Feng didn't know whether Zhang Yan was injured or felt uncomfortable elsewhere. He didn't say anything when asked, and it was obvious that he was enduring with great difficulty.

Lin Feng carefully removed the brace on Zhang Yan's leg, and then began to untie Zhang Yan's belt. Zhang Yan did not stop him, but Su Boding quickly pulled the curtain.

It was obvious that taking off Zhang Yan's pants required the coordination of his waist strength. After several unsuccessful attempts, the waistband of his pants got stuck on Zhang Yan's hips.

Zhang Yan felt that he couldn't bear it anymore. His handsome eyebrows and eyes shrank because of the pain. He finally squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Cut it open".

Xiao Zhou took out a pair of scissors from the plate and handed them to Lin Feng. Lin Feng cut open the left trouser leg without saying a word.

Su Boding felt so distressed watching from the side. He felt sorry for Zhang Yan's pain and also felt sorry for the pants that cost tens of thousands of dollars.