The next day, Wen Zhiyan compressed his time and completed all meeting documents in the morning.
"Master Wen, you're not kidding, are you?" Xin Xuanlai's face was ashen. He couldn't believe Wen Zhiyan, "I can't handle it."
"You've been by my side for several years. I trust you with simple documents."
"The key is, your documents are not easily understood. 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 every day. If you're really unsure, just bring them to the hospital to find me." Wen Zhiyan looked at his crestfallen face, unable to understand what he was worried about.
Xin Xuanlai raised his hand and cautiously asked, "Can I not understand anything?"
Wen Zhiyan glanced at him impatiently, "This month's salary, double."
"Alright, I, Xin Xuanlai, will go through fire and water for Master Wen, and die without regrets."
In the afternoon.
The two arrived at the rehabilitation center on time.
"Yo, you're here?" Yuan Chao was sitting on his desk, gnawing on chicken feet, and unconsciously asked, "Want one? They're delicious."
"I'm here for treatment."
"What's the hurry?" Yuan Chao unhurriedly finished the last bite of chicken feet before cleaning himself up. "You're here now."
"Xin Xuanlai, you go back to the company. And as for my coming to this place next, I don't want anyone else to know."
This light sentence made Xin Xuanlai subconsciously straighten his back, almost walking with his feet moving in unison.
"I say, you're really boring. Look how scared your little assistant is."
Wen Zhiyan glanced at him.
Yuan Chao touched his tongue to the roof of his mouth and shrugged instinctively, "Fine, I won't say anything more. Go change. I'll show you your rehabilitation plan later, you can try it, and then we'll adjust and finalize it."
Wen Zhiyan quickly changed his clothes and came out.
With Yuan Chao's help, Wen Zhiyan leaned on the railing and slowly stood up.
Since he hadn't stood up for a long time, his legs were weak.
Wen Zhiyan stood up and in the blink of an eye, 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. He quickly interrupted Wen Zhiyan, "What are you thinking? Your current movements are beyond my imagination."
"What do you mean?"
"It means, you're doing great." Yuan Chao squatted in front of Wen Zhiyan, rolled up his trouser legs, and carefully examined them. "Does it hurt?"
Wen Zhiyan opened his mouth to say it didn't hurt.
Yuan Chao looked up at him, his tone becoming a little more serious, "Don't lie to the doctor. It's a matter of respect for both of us, and it's also your responsibility."
"I'm your doctor. I'm not interested in harming you."
What he disliked the most were patients who were timid and afraid of everything, yet thought they knew best and concealed their conditions.
"It hurts a little."
"What does it feel like to stand up?"
"Wobbly, a little dizzy."
Yuan Chao nodded, his face showing joy, "Good, your recovery is going well. Our main task now is to transition from being able to stand up to actually standing up, do you understand?"
"I already did that just now."
Yuan Chao took a deep breath. If it wasn't for Wen Zhiyan's promise to donate medical equipment to their hospital, making him a reluctant boss, and his own strong professional ethics, he would have really liked to quit.
"Can you not be so impatient, Master Wen? You just felt it yourself, you feel unstable and dizzy when you stand up. This is already a difficult problem." Yuan Chao made a gesture, "If you can overcome this step, it will be much easier for you to stand up later."
"I apologize for being impatient just now, my tone was not good."
Yuan Chao waved his hand casually and picked up the papers beside him to record, "Forget it, I won't hold it against you. Any patient is as excited as you are when they learn they're getting better. Some are even worse than you. However, I must solemnly tell you that during this period, your main task is to stand up."
"Remember, haste makes waste." Yuan Chao felt like he was worrying like a nagging mother.
"Okay." Wen Zhiyan calmed down, as if all the tension from moments ago was just an illusion. "Everything before and just now was my fault."
Seeing this, Yuan Chao hooked his arms with interest, "I seem to know why you made Wen's Group so successful."
Intelligent and willing to listen. You should know that many wealthy individuals who come to him for treatment have a common problem: they pretend to know what they don't know. Even when exposed, they shamelessly act as if nothing happened.
But Wen Zhiyan, he admitted when he was wrong. Not only did the chairman of a listed company admit his mistake, but he also firmly told himself that he would not make such a mistake 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. Extremes are counterproductive, do you understand?"
"I understand."
"Alright, training for today is over. Do you want to find a caregiver in the hospital to supervise your training?"
Wen Zhiyan shook his head, "I don't want anyone to know that my legs are getting better for now."
Yuan Chao raised an eyebrow, "You rich people, I don't understand."
"After I succeed, I will donate five sets of advanced foreign surgical machines."
"Deal." Yuan Chao closed the papers, 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 pursue 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 his phone. I've confirmed that his destination is either the company or the hospital every time."
"Is Wen Zhiyan sick?"
"That's unclear. We don't have the authority to follow him into his apartment or the Imperial Garden." The person said, bowing.
The person on the sofa tapped their thigh with their fingers, "I see. 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 the screen.
"Why would Wen Zhiyan go to the hospital for no reason? Isn't his health very good?" The woman sat on the sofa as if to herself. "Could it be that his legs are getting better?"
The man let out a sneer, "What do you use your brain for? Wen Zhiyan's legs were declared terminal by your people back then. For those legs to get better, it would require a miracle from heaven, or a traitor from your side."
"Nonsense." A trace of annoyance appeared on the woman's face. "I said back then that we should have just gotten rid of Wen Zhiyan. You didn't listen. Now look, if he really investigates, it'll be a big problem."
"What's the rush? If I could eliminate one person from his family, I can eliminate a second. As long as he doesn't cause trouble, I can let him live. If he truly doesn't know any better, it'll just be a bullet."