Avoid detours, start by running a nursing home.

"Alright, Mr. Jiang's condition is relatively stable after taking the medicine, so there's no need to send him to the hospital for now."

"However, you should still be careful not to have too much emotional fluctuation afterward."

In the room, resident doctor Lu Mingyuan took the stethoscope off his ear and said something.

Hearing him say that, everyone inside and outside the house, whether staff members or elderly people who had come to watch the excitement, breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it would be a real shame to lose your life just because of playing a game.

The most crucial point is that it's hard to say for sure about this thing!

Oh, a former sports champion and world champion, who died of anger while playing computer games?

If this got out, how many people would be shocked?

"Mr. Jiang, why are you always like this?"

Liu Jing, who was standing to the side, squatted down next to the chair with a mix of amusement and exasperation, holding Old Man Jiang's hand: "I've told you so many times, you're not feeling well right now, you must keep a cheerful mood."

"If you want to play games, then go online and play some card games or something, no one will care."

"Playing these fighting games is mentally taxing and strains your eyes. Why bother?"

"What's so fun about this 'Fantasy Journey to the East'?"

"Hey, you don't understand. This game has so many tricks up its sleeve. How can those card games compare to it?"

After the situation stabilized, Old Jiang's complexion gradually returned to normal, and he immediately became animated again when talking about games.

"Besides, if you want to play chess or cards, you can do it anytime, anywhere in the nursing home. Why would you need to go online to find someone?"

"That's no reason to get this angry over playing a game! Don't you know your own body condition?"

Li Xiaoyun, the head of the nursing department who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. She crossed her arms and glared at Old Man Jiang, who looked furious.

Strangely enough, the old man could still act nonchalant when facing Liu Jing, but as soon as Li Xiaoyun opened her mouth, he immediately shrank back and dared not speak.

"From now on, all these random games on the computer will be deleted, and no one is allowed to play them!"

Li Xiaoyun waved her hand and said domineeringly.

"Hey, hey, hey, this won't do!"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Jiang immediately became anxious: "At worst, I'll just promise to play a little less each day from now on, okay?"

"You guys are being way too controlling! You won't let me do this or that, and now you won't even let me play games! How am I supposed to live like this?"

"I can't just sit there daydreaming all day, can I? I'd go crazy from boredom even if I wasn't already!"

puff~

No sooner had the old man finished speaking than a laugh rang out from outside the door.

The people in the room looked up in surprise and saw a young man standing there covering his mouth, chuckling.

"Ahem... I'm sorry..."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were suddenly focused on him, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He quickly coughed twice and raised his hand to greet them.

To be honest, I can't blame him for what happened just now; it was just that Old Jiang's words made him unable to hold back.

Goodness, not only does he play Fantasy Westward Journey, but he also chats on QQ. This old man really knows how to keep up with the times.

It was 2005, and the internet probably wasn't as widespread as it would be later.

Would you say that this is being ahead of its time?

"Oh, Xiao Zhang, you're here too?"

Upon seeing it was him, Liu Jing stood up and said with a smile, "Then I'll save myself the trouble. Let me introduce you all. This is your new dean, surnamed Zhang."

"From now on, he will be in charge of everything at the nursing home."

"What are you all standing there for? Let's give a round of applause..." she said, leading the applause gently.

clap clap clap...

As she finished speaking, a sparse clapping sounded from all around.

Zhang Yang raised his hands somewhat awkwardly, clapping along and nodding to the people around him.

After looking around, his heart sank even further.

Before people knew he was the director of the nursing home, the friendliness ratings above everyone's heads were mostly hovering around fifty.

Among the elderly people watching the commotion nearby, some were even over sixty years old.

Now, as soon as people hear that he is the dean, their friendliness towards him drops drastically.

The caregivers around me dropped below forty, and the friendliness of the elderly people also plummeted to the edge of fifty.

Needless to say, the people in the room also suffered. Liu Jing dropped two points, and the young head of the nursing department dropped ten points, falling directly to 22.

That old man Jiang had the lowest favorability rating among all the elderly people present, dropping below 30 points...

Above their heads hung a bright, glaring character: "Anger!"

It seems that my smile just now really offended this old man.

"Since you're here, Xiao Zhang, that's good. You've officially taken office after the handover. Let's see how to handle Old Jiang's matter today."

Over there, Liu Jing said something to Zhang Yang, and Li Xiaoyun beside her let out a soft snort.

Every elderly person in this compound is shrewd and calculating.

Even she, a professional, has to rack her brains every day trying to coax these elderly people to take their medicine and eat properly. What good would it do if this person were to do it?

She simply didn't believe that this young-looking person, who looked younger than her, could manage the nursing home well as the director.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Liu Jing.

Even if you want to find a home for the nursing home, you should at least find a reliable one.

How can someone who hasn't even grown a full beard manage such a large nursing home?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Huh? Me?"

Zhang Yang was also a little dumbfounded when he heard Liu Jing say that.

If you can't persuade them, what good will it do if I do it?

I'm here to be the dean, not to just entertain old men.

He instinctively felt some resistance.

Seeing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Liu Jing's eyes, and her favorability rating dropped again, falling to 38 points.

Although Li Xiaoyun next to her didn't drop as much, she also fell another 2 points, bringing her total to 20 points.

This has once again broken the record for the lowest price.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang felt a chill run down his spine. If he didn't take any action soon, it seemed that the main quest would be impossible to complete.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and reluctantly walk into the room.

"So you're the new dean, right?"

Old Jiang looked at Zhang Yang with a hint of arrogance and dissatisfaction on his face: "I've made it clear to you beforehand, no matter what you say, this game is definitely not going to be deleted."

"This is all the entertainment we have in this nursing home. If you keep forbidding this and that, what fun is there for us people who are already halfway to the ground?"

"You'd be better off just lying down down there, don't you think?"

He looked at Zhang Yang with an imperious air, showing no trace of the submissive and timid feeling he had when facing Li Xiaoyun earlier.

Inside the room, Liu Jing remained silent, wanting to see how Zhang Yang would handle the situation.

The doctor, Lu Mingyuan, who was standing to the side, raised his hand to adjust his eyes and took a small half-step back.

Li Xiaoyun crossed her arms, looking like she was ready to watch a good show.

Outside, several elderly people stood silently around the doorway.

Leading the group was a tall, sprightly old man with white hair, who was staring intently at Zhang Yang.

Behind him was an elderly woman who looked to be about seventy years old, wearing a cheongsam and a shawl. Although she had a full head of silver hair, she had an outstanding temperament and was looking at Zhang Yang in the room with a slight smile on her lips.

On either side, there was an elderly man in a wheelchair, wearing a Zhongshan suit and with his hair slicked back.

On the other side was a short, elderly man dressed in jeans.

He had a shaved head, and although his face was full of wrinkles, his arms, which were exposed outside his short-sleeved shirt, were muscular and looked like those of a bodybuilder...

Several elderly people stood there, none of them speaking, but all of them looked at Zhang Yang with great interest.

The new dean is a matter that directly affects their interests.

How could they not be curious?

So young?

How can he persuade Lao Jiang?

That old man is incredibly stubborn...

Does this kid really have that much ability?

If not...

Should we think of another way to get someone else to replace him?