Chapter 79

"Qibei City New District First Hospital, located at No. 122 Xinghua Road, New District. Take the fast bus No. 76 from the train station and get off at the 14th stop. The bus will announce the stops. Taking a taxi is not faster as it can easily get stuck in traffic." As someone from a medical company, Zhuo Chuan had already surveyed all the major hospitals in the city and memorized their names. However, to remember the transportation details and which stop to get off at, his photographic memory played a significant role. The information he had seen before now surfaced in his mind with exceptional clarity.

The female nurse glanced at Zhuo Chuan again, "You remember quite clearly. You must have been to our hospital many times. I can't even remember which stop to get off at."

Zhuo Chuan smiled. Could he say he had never been there before?

The ambulance soon arrived at the hospital. While they were providing emergency care, Zhuo Chuan paid a deposit of 30,000 yuan for the hospital. He was already very familiar with these procedures. Of course, at this time, Zhuo Chuan did not specifically distinguish who the payment was for, but rather paid for both of them together.

The female nurse's earlier concern about the female patient's emergency care costs turned out to be unnecessary. Zhuo Chuan was not short of money, and he did this more for Dong Ze's sake. He had already seen that the woman was in critical condition. He had claimed they were a couple to avoid legal complications in the future.

Now, as Dong Ze's friend, he naturally had to further confirm their relationship by paying for both of them, proving that he recognized their relationship.

The two patients received very different treatments at the hospital. After the emergency room examination, it was found that Dong Ze only had severe external injuries and a few fractures, which were not serious. After setting the bones and bandaging, he just needed to rest.

After receiving intravenous fluids, Dong Ze was processed and then transferred to the 7th floor of the inpatient building, Room 3, Bed 2. He soon woke up.

"Boss, how is that woman?" Dong Ze, lying in bed, sounded much stronger, but it was clear that he was still in pain, which reassured Zhuo Chuan.

"Probably not going to make it. She was just taken to the ICU. She might only last until tomorrow. When I was at the scene, she had lost a lot of blood," Zhuo Chuan shook his head.

"Better if she dies, it will save us trouble in the future," Dong Ze said through gritted teeth, feeling relieved. He showed no concern for his ex-girlfriend's current state, but rather felt relieved that if he could get rid of her, it would be easier.

Seeing his attitude, Zhuo Chuan sighed inwardly. No matter how good a person is, they can lose their rationality in a romantic dispute. Many people cannot understand this, and only those with strong rationality can control the violent impulses that arise in such disputes. Many family tragedies stem from these impulses, and it is hard for outsiders to understand them. Both parties often believe they are in the right, and what starts as a minor argument can escalate to a desire to kill the other.

Zhuo Chuan himself was still single and had not encountered such conflicts, but Dong Ze's situation served as a reminder to him. It's best to find a woman who is rational and has a sense of propriety. Today's situation was not entirely Dong Ze's fault. His ex-girlfriend had broken up with him for lack of money, but now that he had become successful, she was demanding a breakup fee at his company, which any man would find hard to tolerate.

Zhuo Chuan did not think that Dong Ze's indifference to the woman's impending death made him a psychopath. In reality, if the woman had shown him some respect, they wouldn't have ended up in such a dangerous situation.

Zhuo Chuan patted his shoulder, "You seem to be doing better now. Rest well and don't worry about the company. I've left enough deposit for your hospital stay. I'll call Old He to take care of you. If anything happens, have him call me."

"Alright, boss. You go ahead and take care of your business. I feel much better now. Zhen Dong will take good care of me. The company is new, and there's a lot to do. You should get back to work," Dong Ze, being a man, naturally did not want to be overly emotional or have Zhuo Chuan stay with him the whole time.

Zhuo Chuan then called He Zhen Dong, who was at the company. Upon hearing that Dong Ze had an accident, he immediately said he would come over right away.

Half an hour later, He Zhen Dong arrived, along with the company's HR manager, Zhao Xinming.

"Manager Dong, are you okay? I just heard about it. I'm sorry I came late, boss. Thank you for notifying me," Zhao Xinming said, placing a fruit basket he had just bought from the hospital entrance on Dong Ze's bedside table.

"Ah, it's embarrassing, but I'm fine. Thank you, Manager Zhao, and thank you, Old He, for coming so quickly," Dong Ze, who had recovered a bit, felt much better.

"There's no need to be so formal with me. We've been friends for three or four years. Boss, Manager Zhao, you can go back first. I'll take care of things here," He Zhen Dong said.

"It's too much for one person. I'll stay too, and we can take turns," Zhao Xinming said.

Zhuo Chuan nodded, gave some instructions, and took out 3,000 yuan in cash, handing it to Zhao Xinming, telling them to eat well over the next few days. Dong Ze's recovery would take a long time, at least two to three months before he could walk. He also told them to find a nearby hotel to stay in and get the receipts for reimbursement from the company.

After Zhuo Chuan left, the other patients in the ward started chatting.

"Bed 2, how did you end up here? That young man who just left, is he your boss? He seems quite generous. Your company must have good benefits," a patient in Bed 3, a man in his forties with a dark complexion and deep wrinkles on his forehead, said to Dong Ze.

"I accidentally fell from the 9th floor," Dong Ze gave a subtle look to his two colleagues, signaling them not to reveal the truth.

Zhao Xinming, a shrewd person, and He Zhen Dong, who had worked for six or seven years, naturally did not reveal Dong Ze's embarrassing situation.

"Oh, you're lucky. It doesn't seem too serious now," the man in Bed 3 smiled, nodding at his two arms, which were in casts and suspended. "I fell from a scaffolding on a construction site, only three floors high, and both my arms were broken. The contractor just gave me 2,000 yuan and didn't care about anything else. It's better to have a job like yours."

"That's not always the case. Companies are different. I work in a machinery factory, and the damn labor relations manager is holding me back. I was clearly injured at work, but he says it can't be counted as a work injury. I can only get half the medical expenses covered by urban health insurance, and my salary has been stopped. When I recover, I'll definitely go after him," a middle-aged worker in Bed 6, with a heavily bandaged leg, said angrily.

Dong Ze did not continue the conversation. He felt proud that his judgment was correct. His boss was a very righteous person who would never mistreat his subordinates.

Not to mention the past, just based on the boss's actions today, if the news of his treatment spread in the company, it would win the hearts of many employees. Following this new boss, they would all believe that they would not be left without a future, and the only thing left was to work hard.

Dong Ze picked up an apple that Manager Zhao had peeled and started eating it. Thinking that the woman would no longer be able to bother him, he felt that the pain that had been unbearable just a moment ago was now much less intense.