Because she was addicted

Back at the hospital, Wen Jia went to see Wen Zhao first.

Wen Zhao seemed to be in relatively good spirits, and there was a male caregiver who looked quite capable beside him. Upon seeing him, the male caregiver immediately reported what medications he had received that day, what the doctor had said during rounds, and everything in detail.

Wen Jia was quite satisfied and was about to ask the caregiver how much she was paid when she saw the caregiver bow deeply to Lu Chenyan behind her.

"Second Young Master."

Lu Chenyan waved his hand.

The male caregiver immediately took the coat from his hand and registered it in the wardrobe. He then turned around and quickly tidied up bed number 36 before coming over to ask Lu Chenyan to lie down.

"Young Master, you don't look well. Should I go and fetch a doctor to take a look at you?"

The caregiver stood in front of Lu Chenyan's bed and asked him solicitously.

Lu Chenyan was exhausted after a long day and lay on the bed, not wanting to talk. Even Wen Jia could tell that something was wrong with him.

The male caregiver took out a first-aid kit from a nearby cabinet and opened it. Inside, there was a full range of high-tech testing equipment. He skillfully measured Lu Chenyan's blood pressure, blood sugar, and blood oxygen levels, among other indicators. Wen Jia and Wen Zhao exchanged bewildered glances at his actions.

Wen Zhao asked quietly:

"What's your background?"

"Don't ask." Wen Jia glared at him.

Wen Zhao stuck out her tongue and whispered,

"This uncle is really amazing. He understands everything the nurses say, and he also knows things that the nurses don't know. Even Dr. Ji said he is very professional."

Wen Jia originally thought that the caregiver was assigned to her by the nurses' station, but it seems that Lu Chenyan brought her.

With the Lu family being so wealthy, finding a professional caregiver wouldn't be difficult at all.

Wen Jia watched as Lu Chenyan underwent various measurements, and heard the caregiver say:

"Young Master, your blood sugar is low and your blood pressure is very unstable. You're not eating or resting well here. Why don't you go home first? I'll call the doctor and have him prescribe some medicine for you."

Lu Chenyan was slumped on the bed, his arm draped over his forehead, so his expression was hidden. He said in a low voice:

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm just hungry because I haven't eaten."

He paused, then continued:

"Don't talk nonsense to my mom."

"Okay. I'll go get you some glucose to hang it up first."

The male caregiver packed his things and went out to find the doctor.

Looking at his expression, Wen Jia was half-believing and half-doubting.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lu Chenyan turned his head, revealing one eye.

He was really tired.

Fu Huaishen came to the company today. He was sitting in the conference room having an IV drip while holding a meeting, with doctors and nurses in the next conference room on standby.

The old guys on the board couldn't sit still after seeing the stock price hit the daily limit down for two consecutive days, and they forced Fu Huaishen to come up with an emergency plan.

Fu Huaishen lost 20 pounds and looked emaciated.

If Lu Chenyan hadn't had such a strong background and such an iron fist, those old fogies on the board would have forced Fu Huaishen to resign today.

After fighting with the man surnamed Lin for over a year, both sides are now revealing their true colors.

He hadn't eaten all day.

But in front of Wen Jia, he still pretended to be nonchalant, forcing a smile, "I already said, I'm just hungry because I haven't eaten. It's nothing, I'll just get some glucose."

"cut!"

Wen Jia rolled her eyes.

I knew he was just pretending to be pitiful; Lu Chenyan is best at faking it.

She's actually worried about him?

"Did the doctor say you can eat now?" Wen Jia asked Wen Zhao, turning her head.

"I just had some liquid food. Sis, have you eaten yet? It's so late."

Wen Jia hasn't eaten yet.

"Then I'll go out to get something to eat."

I went out and took the elevator, where I ran into Ji Ningyu.

He left the ward without a mask, and to be honest, she didn't recognize him at first. Ji Ningyu greeted her first.

"Miss Wen, are you coming downstairs?"

"Yeah, I didn't have dinner."

Wen Jia glanced at Ji Ningyu.

He has striking features and looks like someone from northern China. He speaks in a straightforward and uninhibited manner, with the frankness and ruggedness typical of northern men.

"I haven't eaten either. Let's go together. If you don't mind, I'll treat you to food at the staff cafeteria at this hour."

"How could I possibly accept that?"

"If you feel bad about it, how about treating me to a nice meal after you're discharged from the hospital?"

Since Ji Ningyu was so generous, Wen Jia stopped refusing.

That's perfect, she also wanted to ask about Wen Zhao's injuries.

At the staff canteen, Ji Ningyu ordered several dishes, all of which were light and suitable for Wen Jia's taste. Seeing that her right hand was not functioning properly, he offered to carry her plate and placed a spoon in her left hand.

"Thank you, Dr. Ji."

Wen Jia was a little embarrassed.

Apart from Lu Chenyan, no other man has ever been so attentive to her.

"What are you thanking me for? You're my patient, and it's only natural for a doctor to care about his patients. Besides, it's just that you're having an inconvenient time."

Wen Jia lowered her head and ate.

To be honest, the food in the cafeteria was too bland and didn't suit her taste.

But considering the injury to my right hand, I'll just have to bear with it.

"Is Dr. Ji from the North?" she asked.

"Is it that obvious?"

Ji Ningyu touched his face, lowered his head, and leaned closer to ask.

Wen Jia shifted her position back slightly, moving away by half a body length.

"I guessed."

"You guessed right. I'm from Beijing, and I've been in Haicheng for a year of technical exchange. I just arrived the day before yesterday, and I happened to be there to take care of you and your brother in the emergency room."

Wen Jia didn't know much about the medical profession.

However, Haicheng Hospital is one of the three public hospitals in Haicheng, and its orthopedics department is the best, gathering the best expert team in the country.

The fact that Ji Ningyu, at such a young age, could come to the Department of Orthopedics at Haicheng Hospital for technical exchange shows that he is quite capable himself.

"Director Zhao, who performed the surgery on your brother, is my senior colleague," Ji Ningyu continued, seemingly quite talkative.

"Oh, how is my brother's injury?" Wen Jia asked, seizing the opportunity.

"I told you the general situation yesterday. My senior brother was the one who performed the surgery, so you can rest assured. The most important thing about your brother's injury is the rehabilitation process. It's a long and arduous road, and it will test not only him but also the people who are taking care of him. You need to be mentally prepared."

Ji Ningyu had previously said that even if Wen Zhao recovered, she might still be unable to use her hands and feet properly and wouldn't be able to do heavy work, at least she would be different from a normal person.

"Okay, I understand. Please tell your colleagues not to mention this in front of my brother. He's young and hot-blooded, and I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Ji Ningyu put more food on Wen Jia's plate, urging her to eat more, saying she was too thin.

When Lu Chenyan returned after dinner, he already had a glucose drip on his arm.

Seeing her come in, Lu Chenyan asked in a somewhat sarcastic tone:

"Where did you eat? Why haven't you been back for so long?"

"It wasn't long, only half an hour," Wen Zhao chimed in from the side.

"Shut up." Lu Chenyan turned and glared at Wen Zhao.

Wen Zhao pursed her lips and turned her head away.

"I went to the cafeteria with Dr. Ji. After coming back, I went to the wound cleaning room to change the dressing."

Wen Jia sat down beside Wen Zhao's bed, preparing to massage his fingers, but before she could even touch him...

"Come here for a second," Lu Chenyan suddenly called out.

"What are you doing!"

Lu Chenyan's shout startled Wen Jia.

"It's itchy here, can you scratch it for me?"

Lu Chenyan gestured with his lips toward his right hand.

"Why don't you use your hands to grab it?"

"My left arm is hooked up to fluid."

"It's just an IV drip, it's not like the IV line is broken."

"Then I can't move."

"Don't you have a caregiver?"

"I've called him to dinner."

The two of them, separated by Wen Zhao, engaged in a verbal battle, exchanging words back and forth.

Wen Zhao was bombarded by both sides, and his head was about to explode. If he could move his hands and feet, he would have jumped up and stuffed both of their mouths shut.

"Sis, could you please help him scratch it? It's so noisy!"

Wen Zhao wailed.