The next day, Wen Zhiyan condensed his time and completed all meeting documents in the morning.
"Master Wen, are you joking?" Xin Xuanlai's face was ashen. He looked at Wen Zhiyan in disbelief, "I can't handle this."
"You've been by my side for several years. I trust you with simple documents."
"The key is, your documents are not simple at all. If the shareholders find out, they'll skin me alive."
What a joke. To put it bluntly, he was just a small assistant. How could he help the chairman review documents and make decisions.
"There aren't many documents that come to you daily. If you're really unsure, bring them to the hospital to me." Wen Zhiyan saw his crestfallen face and couldn't figure out what he was worried about.
Xin Xuanlai raised his hand and cautiously asked, "Can I not understand anything then?"
Wen Zhiyan glanced at him impatiently, "This month's salary, doubled."
"Alright, I, Xin Xuanlai, will go through fire and water for Master Wen, and die without regret."
In the afternoon.
The two arrived at the rehabilitation center on time.
"Yo, you're here?" Yuan Chao was sitting on his office desk gnawing on chicken feet and asked subconsciously, "Want one? They're super delicious."
"I'm here for treatment."
"What's the hurry?" Yuan Chao finished the last chicken foot unhurriedly and tidied himself up, "You're here now."
"Xin Xuanlai, you return to the company. Also, regarding my coming to this place next, I don't want anyone else to know."
A casually spoken sentence made Xin Xuanlai subconsciously straighten his back, almost walking with his feet in step.
"You're really boring. Look how scared your little assistant is."
Wen Zhiyan glanced at him.
Yuan Chao licked his lips and shrugged subconsciously, "Alright, I won't say any more. Go change. I'll show you your rehabilitation plan later, you try it, and then we'll adjust and confirm."
Wen Zhiyan quickly changed and came out.
With Yuan Chao's help, Wen Zhiyan held onto the railing and slowly stood up.
Because he hadn't stood up for a long time, his legs were weak.
Wen Zhiyan stood up for a moment and then sat back in his wheelchair.
"Why can't I stand up?" A flicker of panic flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "Is it me?"
Yuan Chao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly interrupted Wen Zhiyan, "What are you thinking? Your current movements are beyond my imagination."
"What do you mean."
"It means you're amazing." Yuan Chao squatted in front of Wen Zhiyan, rolled up his trouser leg, and carefully examined it. "Does it hurt?"
Wen Zhiyan opened his mouth to say no.
Yuan Chao looked up at him, his tone becoming stern, "Don't lie to the doctor. This is respect for both of us, and it's for your own good."
"I am your doctor. I have no interest in harming you."
He disliked patients who were timid and pretended to know best while hiding their condition.
"It hurts a little."
"What does it feel like to stand up?"
"Wobbly, a bit dizzy."
Yuan Chao nodded, his face lighting up with joy, "Good. The recovery is good. Our main task now is to transition from being able to stand to actually standing, understand?"
"I already managed to stand up just now."
Yuan Chao took a deep breath. If it weren't for Wen Zhiyan promising to donate medical equipment to their hospital, making him somewhat of a boss, and his own strong professional ethics, he would have really wanted to quit.
"Can you not be so impatient, Master Wen? As you just felt, when you stand up, you feel unstable and dizzy. This is already a very difficult problem." Yuan Chao gestured, "If you can overcome this step, it will be much easier for you to stand up later."
"I apologize for my impatience and my tone just now."
Yuan Chao waved his hand dismissively and picked up a piece of paper to record, "Forget it, I won't hold it against you. Any patient who knows they will get better is as excited as you during this period. Some are even worse than you. However, I must solemnly tell you that your main task during this period is to stand up."
"Remember, haste makes waste." Yuan Chao felt like a nagging mother.
"Okay." Wen Zhiyan calmed down, as if the tension from moments ago was all an illusion, "It was my mistake just now."
Seeing this, Yuan Chao folded his arms with interest, "I think I know why you've made Wen's Group so successful."
Smart and willing to listen. You know, many wealthy individuals who come to him for treatment have a common problem: they pretend to know when they don't, and even when exposed, they shamelessly act as if nothing happened.
But Wen Zhiyan admits when he's wrong. Not only does the chairman of a listed company admit his mistakes, but he also firmly states that he won't make such mistakes again.
Very good, he liked this kind of domineering CEO.
Yuan Chao's tone softened, "Very good. From now on, your task is to stand up, but don't overdo it. Too much of a good thing can be bad, understand?"
"Understood."
"Alright, training for today is over. Do you want to find a caregiver at the hospital to supervise your training?"
Wen Zhiyan shook his head, "I don't want anyone else to know about my leg recovery for now."
Yuan Chao raised an eyebrow, "You rich people, I don't understand you."
"After I recover, I will donate five sets of advanced foreign surgical machines."
"Deal." Yuan Chao closed the paper, extended his hand amicably to Wen Zhiyan, and said with a smile, "I believe that with our wonderful cooperation, Master Wen will definitely be able to get out of this wheelchair as soon as possible and chase after his dream lover."
Wen Zhiyan glanced at him and continued to support himself with his hands on the railing, slowly standing up.
Yuan Chao was not annoyed and stood by, diligently guiding Wen Zhiyan's movements.
...
"You're saying Wen Zhiyan has been going to the hospital these past few days?"
"Yes. Wen Zhiyan changes drivers every time he goes to the hospital. But I placed a tracker on the car, and I've confirmed that his destination is either the company or the hospital."
"Is Wen Zhiyan sick?"
"That's unclear. We don't have the authority to follow him into his apartment or the Yu Garden," the person said, bending over.
The person on the sofa tapped their thigh, "Got it. You don't need to investigate this matter for now. You can go back."
"Yes."
After the person left, a woman in a qipao emerged from behind a screen.
"Why would Wen Zhiyan go to the hospital for no reason? Isn't his body very healthy?" The woman sat down on the sofa, "Could it be that his legs are getting better?"
The man sneered, "What is your brain for? Wen Zhiyan's legs were declared dead by your people back then. For those legs to get better, it would require a miracle from heaven, or a traitor from your side."
"Bullshit." A hint of annoyance appeared on the woman's face, "We said back then to just get rid of Wen Zhiyan, but you didn't listen. Now, if he really investigates, it will be a big trouble."
"What's the hurry? If I can take out one person from his family, I can take out another. As long as he doesn't cause trouble, I can let him live. If he truly doesn't know what's good for him, it's just a bullet away."