Chapter 92: I like you

Not only did Dongfang Wenjing's head not avoid it, but instead leaned into Zhao Jianhui's arms. When he leaned against him, Dongfang Wenjing felt a shocked heart more at ease. A man's broad mind was the harbor of a woman's tranquility. Only by leaning in his arms could Dongfang Wenjing feel safe.

The door of the inner room made a soft squeak, and then, a female doctor who was not tall and wearing a large white mask walked out, followed by two tall female assistants. The three of them glanced at Zhao Jianhui with their eyes empty, and at the same time focused their eyes on Dongfang Wenjing.

Dongfang Wenjing had already stood up, looked at the female doctor standing in the middle, and asked nervously: "How is my dad?"

"Miss Dongfang, we have thoroughly examined Mr. Dongfang's body just now and found that although he is still in a coma, his life characteristics are much stronger than the previous few days, which shows that he is recovering. It should be said that the craniotomy surgery was very successful."

"Then, Director Mao, can I go in and see him..." Dongfang Wenjing looked at the female doctor with a pleading look and asked.

The female doctor shook her head: "Ms. Dongfang, in theory, the one you live in is an advanced ICU ward. If you really want to go in and see Mr. Dongfang, it is absolutely impossible to undergo disinfection. But Mr. Dongfang did a craniotomy operation, and there were professional doctors and nurses in meticulous care. You should believe that our hospital and which professional medical staff are more suitable for taking care of Mr. Dongfang than you."

Zhao Jianhui smiled and said to the female doctor: "Director Mao, the ICU ward is an intensive care unit. Non-medical personnel enter it and can easily cause bacterial infections in the patient, so family members are not allowed to visit it. We all understand this principle, but as children, when they learn that the elderly are seriously ill, they can only look at it from a distance through the big glass. You understand the worry and anxiety in your mood. No matter what you do, it is nothing more than human favors. Even from the perspective of humanized management, you will agree that Miss Dongfang goes in and see Mr. Dongfang, right?"

"Haha, young man, what you said makes sense. I understand Miss Dongfang's mood. However, I am the attending physician of Mr. Dongfang, and I want to be responsible for the health of the patients. I just said that you are a high-level single ICU ward. As long as you really want to go in, I will not stop you... But, I believe you will care more about the safety of the patients than me..." Director Mao smiled, reached out and stroked the somewhat messy hair under the brim of his hat, and walked out with two assistants.

Dongfang Wenjing threw herself into Zhao Jianhui's arms, hugged Zhao Jianhui tightly and cried bitterly: "You said, my father really won't have any trouble, right?"

It was obvious that Dongfang Wenjing was so sad and helpless at this moment. Zhao Jianhui hugged her shoulders tightly and whispered: "Didn't you hear Director Mao say that my uncle's surgery was very successful, and his various physiological functions were recovering. He would be fine, don't worry."

"Well..." Dongfang Wenjing nodded vigorously, as if she had great trust in Zhao Jianhui's words, and in fact it was to strengthen her confidence.

"Let's go in and see your dad, otherwise I won't feel relieved." Dongfang Wenjing said, raising her hand a little embarrassedly to wipe the tears at the corners of her eyes, but her right hand kept holding Zhao Jianhui's hand tightly and pushing open the door of the inner room.

Behind this door is a corridor that is more than ten meters long and two meters wide. On one side is a snow-white wall and on the other side is a bright large glass curtain wall. Inside the glass wall is a large room with a hospital bed in it. Around the bed are ventilators, monitors, infusion pumps, pacemakers, ice blankets and other modern medical equipment.

A doctor in a white coat was sitting in front of the hospital bed and wiping Dongfang Longfei's forehead lying on the bed. There were also two young nurses wearing pink short skirts and pink nurse hats on their heads staring at the instrument monitor, watching the data displayed on it making records.

Looking at Dongfang Longfei, who was covered with thin white quilt and white gauze wrapped around his head, Zhao Jianhui was also in awe of his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh at the impermanence and helplessness of life. No matter how powerful a person was, once he was plagued by illness, no matter how heroic he was, he would have to wipe out his virility.

Although Zhao Jianhui had never seen Dongfang Longfei before, he thought that he could turn a small construction company into a large listed group company with a market value of nearly 100 billion yuan. Such a person has a very personal personality and personality.

Such people are all people who have strong control over the powerful. But at this moment, he could only lie there quietly, giving his life helplessly to the two or three women inside. If Dongfang Longfei had any knowledge now, he would definitely not be willing to do so. But no matter how unwilling he was, he could only lie there and accept the manipulation of others at this moment.

Life and death, not to mention family members and close relatives, even themselves are so self-conscious.

Looking at his father who was motionless and unconscious, Dongfang Wenjing couldn't help but shed tears again. Zhao Jianhui comforted him a few times, and he felt that what he said was so pale and powerless.

He helped Dongfang Wenjing back to the outside room, and the two sat on the sofa. Dongfang Wenjing gently placed her head on Zhao Jianhui's shoulder, and she fell asleep not long after. He knew that Dongfang Wenjing had definitely not had a good rest these days. Although he knew that it was uncomfortable for her to fall asleep like this, Zhao Jianhui still didn't dare to move, fearing that she would wake her up and couldn't rest well.

Although Zhao Jianhui hoped that Dongfang Wenjing would sleep for a while, things often went against their wishes. Just after Dongfang Wenjing slept less than ten minutes, the door of the ward outside was suddenly pushed open. The first thing that came into the door was a bright silver high-heeled leather sandal, which followed closely and reached in half of the beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.

Immediately afterwards, Dongfang Wenying, wearing a yellow dress and black stockings and with beautiful hair, walked in with a smile. Her skin was very white, and from the side where the skirt was close to her neck, she could see her white and tender skin.

The collar like lotus leaf petals is very large and low. The slender neck with a gold necklace and Kaohsiung's fair breasts look very smooth. Under the light, it seems to be shining with flesh-colored light. Inside her arms, she is carrying a small handbag of the same color as the leather sandals on her feet. Her thighs are very slender, and a black stockings make the two white thighs more sexy.

As soon as he entered the door, Dongfang Wenying glanced at Zhao Jianhui who was sitting on the sofa. The smile on her face suddenly stiffened. She opened her mouth and was about to say something. Zhao Jianhui raised a finger and made a slight boo in front of her lips. The empty hand gently pointed to the sofa on the other side. Dongfang Wenying walked over and did it on it, her belly was full of doubts and confusion, and she didn't know what her uncle and sister had to do with Zhao Jianhui. Seeing that she was sleeping so peacefully and steadily in Zhao Jianhui's arms, the relationship between these two people was very special, and that was certain.

Seeing Zhao Jianhui closing his eyes again, holding Dongfang Wenjing with one arm, it seemed so cherished and tender. Dongfang Wenying couldn't help but exuded an unstoppable anger in her heart.

This man never looked at him directly. The contempt for him in his eyes was not intentional, but was emitted from his bones.

Originally, he didn't like him, but now he was holding his uncle and girl so tenderly, and he was afraid that the noise would wake her up and she didn't even say a word to him. Could it be that Dongfang Wenjing is a treasure in your heart, and I am not even as good as a straw stick in your heart?

Zhao Jianhui, you are also very bullying. No matter what, I am also the chairman of Oriental Jianshe. At the very least, I am also a beautiful woman in my prime. If you treat me like this, if I can swallow this, I will not be called Dongfang Wenying.

Dongfang Wenying sat on the sofa, her face turned blue and white, and there was nowhere to vent her anger. She looked at him and looked at Dongfang Wenjing who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder. She suddenly stood up, and her high heels made a very loud sound on the ground. She reached out and opened the door and flashed out. The door then made a loud noise.

Zhao Jianhui shook his head: "You can't live your own sins, haha..."

Dongfang Wenjing suddenly woke up, looked up from his arms, and blushed and said, "I'm sorry, why am I asleep? Who came just now? I seem to hear the door ringing?"

Zhao Jianhui smiled, stretched out his hands and held her delicate and beautiful face and said, "Your sister Dongfang Wenying. Unfortunately, she doesn't have the patience to wait for you to wake up and have a good talk with you. She can't control the opportunity herself, and she can't blame others."

Dongfang Wenjing was silent for a moment before breaking away from his hands and asking, "Do you know her? You..."

"I have nothing to do with her. If you want to say yes, she can barely be considered my sister-in-law. We have nothing to do with that," Zhao Jianhui said, hugging Dongfang Wenjing in his chest and said.

"She...he is your sister-in-law...Oh, you are so bad, I didn't say you want to marry you? Besides, aren't you all married? Do you still want..." Dongfang Wenjing whispered in shame and resentment.
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