Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Zhang Yan finally couldn't stand the 24-hour attentive service of the rehabilitation department anymore and asked to be discharged from the hospital and go home to practice on his own.

Home is still better. With floor heating and carpets throughout the house, Zhang Yan doesn't even need to wear shoes and can take a comfortable bath. It's more convenient to work from home. Video conferences in the hospital sometimes get disconnected.

Although deliberately not going to the company due to illness is based on the bottom line of the old men on the board of directors, not going for too long will make them too arrogant.

We have also collected some evidence during this period, and sooner or later those old guys will vomit out everything they have eaten.

However, Zhang Yan also made an agreement with the rehabilitation department to go to the rehabilitation department for training and treatment every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

On Monday, when Zhang Yan showed up at the company's regular meeting on crutches, his subordinates were surprised.

They also heard that Zhang Yan had a car accident, and Su Boding stopped everyone from visiting him on the grounds that they could not disturb the quietness of the hospital. In addition, Zhang Yan tried his best to promote the establishment of the Sunflower Children's Charity Foundation. Rumors began to spread in the company that Zhang Yan was paralyzed. When a man is about to die, his words are kind. He was afraid that he was going to die, and wanted to accumulate good karma for himself, so he thought of doing good deeds.

Many people began to re-align themselves and join new backers. However, some people insisted on supporting the Zhang family. Even if Zhang Yan failed, there was still Zhang Lingbei. They believed that the Zhang family took the initiative to disclose Zhang Lingbei's identity, just to train him as a spare tire. However, the quality of this spare tire was not as good as the original one, so they could only use it for the time being, but at least they could get on the road.

Zhang Yan sat at the head of the conference table and said nothing. He glanced at the people sitting below. This was much more interesting than watching TV. After all, the speed of their face-changing was almost as fast as that of Sichuan Opera.

Zhang Yan's attendance at Monday's regular meeting means his return to the company, but it's unclear whether the tricks they played can be cleaned up in time.

"Let's get started. Who's going first?"

After listening to the whole thing, no one could tell whether Zhang Yan had found any problems. Zhang Yan's expression did not change, and he did not even open the document in front of him. He listened to the work reports and project progress of various departments with a blank face.

You could hear a pin drop in the conference room, and everyone slowed down their breathing at the same time, fearing that they would be fired for disturbing Mr. Zhang's thinking due to their loud breathing.

When everyone felt like there were needles pricking them on the chairs and their backs were sweating, Zhang Yan decided to let them go for the time being. If they pinched too close, it would easily burst, which would not be worth the effort.

"The meeting is adjourned! I want to see the new report on Wednesday." Still no expression, no one could guess Zhang Yan's attitude.

It would be fine if he just scolded those executives, then they would at least have some idea in their hearts. Now Zhang Yan has not expressed his opinion, so no one knows what he is thinking.

But no one dared to fool around. Just because they didn't say anything this time didn't mean they could do it next time. No one knew whether Zhang Yan knew about their private activities.

I could only take the documents from my department and ask my subordinates to make a new report. It seems that I would be lucky to get 48 hours of sleep in these 8 hours.

Zhang Yan returned to his office and leaned lazily in his boss's chair. There was a mountain of documents on the desk in front of him, and an even bigger pile on the coffee table.

"Xiao Ding, am I paying so much salary every month to support so many useless people? Am I paying them so that they can assign me work?" Zhang Yan pointed at the piles of documents in front of him and laughed out of anger.

Subodin knew that his boss was still angry about the inaction of the senior executives at the regular meeting.

"Boss, these all need your signature. I have sent you the urgent ones before, and the rest are left here."

Zhang Yan casually pulled out a document, opened it and found that key points and some annotations had been carefully marked with sticky notes, which would allow Zhang Yan to process the documents faster.

"Did you do this?" Zhang Yan pointed to the markings on the document.

Su Boding didn't know what Zhang Yan was talking about. When he got closer, he found that there were some beautiful handwriting on the document.

"Boss, are you going to... kill me? How can I do that? I go to the hospital every day, how can I have the time to do this..." Su Boding kept talking, but his hands were not idle. He flipped through several documents in succession. There were annotations on them, and the handwriting was the same.

"This must have been done by Secretary Zhu. She was your schedule assistant before. After you were hospitalized, I asked her to help you look after the office."

Zhang Yan then remembered that the little girl sitting at the elevator entrance always wore a black professional suit, thick bangs and framed glasses.

Zhang Yan felt that he might never have seen clearly what the little girl looked like.

"Give Xiao Zhu one thousand from your salary. I remember this was your job before."

"No, boss. I just gave 2,000 yuan in rent to Aunt Liu, and now I'm giving another 1,000 yuan to Xiao Zhu. How can I survive? I still need to save money for my wife."

Zhang Yan didn't even raise his head, he quickly looked through the documents in his hand and signed. "Oh? How come I didn't know you had a girlfriend? Tell your mother about this good news right away, I'll ask Aunt Liu to tell her later. Also, the two thousand yuan is for you to honor your mother, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

"I was wrong. I was really wrong. I must work hard and not look for a girlfriend."

"Go out and write a report to raise Xiao Zhu's salary. Submit it to the HR department. If I don't see this report in ten minutes, I will personally call the HR manager and take a share of your salary."

Zhang Yan didn't really want Subodin's salary, but looking at the huge workload in front of him, he wanted to adjust his mood.

Zhang Yan locked himself in the office, refusing to see guests or call anyone.

When I looked up again, it was already dark.

"Boss, Aunt Liu is here to deliver dinner, please take a rest."

During this time, the old man called and asked, "I heard that you are back to work in the company?"

"Yes, grandpa." Zhang Yan only ate two bites and put down his chopsticks.

"Can your body handle it?"

Zhang Yan looked at the pile of documents in front of him that was getting smaller and larger, and smiled helplessly. He thought he could go home and lie down after finishing the documents on his desk, but he didn't expect Su Boding to bring him another pile of documents from somewhere. This is a never-ending job.

"Grandpa, I'm so tired. I haven't eaten today. I don't want to do this anymore. You should let Zhang Lingbei come back to inherit the family business." Zhang Yan also knew that only crying children get candy, and showing weakness appropriately would make things go more smoothly for him.

"Are those shameless people deliberately making things difficult for you?"

"No, the directors care about me a lot. They went to the hospital to see me when I was in the hospital. When I was not here, they helped me to maintain the operation of the company. It's just that the workload is a bit heavy and I'm a little tired. You can ask Lingbei to come back and help me."

"Okay, I got it. I'll go knock on the door." The old man's voice came from the other end of the phone, drinking tea. "Forget about Xiaobei. I think he can't even take care of himself. Don't let him make things worse for you. Okay, have your meal. Come back and play chess with me when you have time."

Zhang Yan hung up the phone and didn't react until the screen went dark.

The old man knew so quickly that he was fooled at the regular meeting, so he must be well aware of his physical condition. The farce I had in the hospital did not make the old man give up on me. I don't know what the old man is planning.

After eating a few more bites of food, Zhang Yan put down his chopsticks. He had to act well. Since it was useless, why bother to work so hard?

The morning meeting was a warning, a deterrent, but also a test. It seemed that the cane would still need to be used for a long time.

Let's just leave this mess here, since we can't finish it today anyway.

"Xiao Ding, pack up and go home from get off work."

The shop signs outside the car window flashed by, and the bright and bustling nightlife was about to begin. Only then did Zhang Yan realize how lively this city was at night.

Pedestrians and vehicles shuttled through the streets and alleys, LED screens outside the buildings played advertisements, and the music of square dances could be heard faintly. The excitement was theirs.

In the past, he would have to finish all his work before taking a break, and most of the time he would just sleep for a few hours in the office inside the office.

Su Boding sent Zhang Yan downstairs, but after thinking it over, he felt uneasy and decided to send Zhang Yan upstairs.

"Give me a new car, a Volvo SUV. It's safer and more spacious. Find a driver so you can go home and spend time with your family."

Su Boding thought, his boss asked him to go home and spend more time with his family, but what about him? He has a large family and hundreds of properties, but he has no home to return to and no family to spend time with.

"Boss, slow down. Be careful. I'm going back now." Su Boding said as he opened the door for Zhang Yan.

"Zhang Yan?" Lin Feng, who was just about to go downstairs to take out the trash, saw the two people in the corridor when he opened the door.

"What a coincidence."