The Ceo Of The Company Next Door Seems To Have A Crush On Me Chapter 21

Burial and Class

No no no no—

How could he tell Jiang Mingyi?

If Jiang Mingyi found out that he was actually getting involved with Yan Zhu’s friends…

He would absolutely die without a burial place!

Better not.

There was no helping it. His social circle overlapped too much with Jiang Mingyi’s. His close friends were basically all very familiar with Jiang Mingyi, and his ordinary friends wouldn’t be able to understand his kind of surprised excitement even if he told them.

It was a testament to Yan Xucheng being a reliable adult that he managed to soothe himself in just a few minutes.

Although his previous social circle overlapped too much with Jiang Mingyi’s, he now had Lu Zhijian! Jiang Mingyi definitely wouldn’t become good friends with Lu Zhijian.

And Yan Xucheng was absolutely certain that he would become the third-best friend in the world with Lu Zhijian.

Today, Yan Xucheng’s alarm was set half an hour later than usual.

He wasn’t in a hurry at all, taking his time to wash up.

“Ha.” Yan Xucheng couldn’t help but laugh out loud. There was no helping it; this was the life of people who lived close to their workplace. They just needed to sleep, then leisurely go to work. Those who lived far away had much more to consider, such as morning rush hour, morning rush hour, and morning rush hour.

From now on, Yan Xucheng had completely said goodbye to the morning and evening rush hours.

First day in the new place, comfortable~

When he left, he happened to run into Lu Zhijian returning in a set of athletic wear. Yan Xucheng greeted him in high spirits: “Hi.”

Lu Zhijian seemed a little awkward. When people feel uncomfortable, they subconsciously look for something to do, so he looked busy: “Going out to work?”

Yan Xucheng smiled even more happily when he saw this: “Yeah, what about you? Aren’t you in a hurry to go to work?”

Answering a question was much simpler than trying to start a conversation, and Lu Zhijian relaxed: “I usually go a little later.”

After saying that, he didn’t know what else to say. Just as he was about to find a topic, Yan Xucheng had already stepped into the elevator: “Then I’ll be going first.”

Immediately after, the elevator door closed.

Lu Zhijian felt a sense of loss. The subconscious urge to avoid him had vanished without a trace. He felt a little regretful, though he didn’t understand what he was regretting. This sudden burst of emotion was skillfully ignored and pushed to the back of his mind.

Although there was a small interlude in the morning, Lu Zhijian saw a familiar figure waiting for the elevator, and he immediately knew he wasn’t running too late today.

This unknown woman had appeared about two years ago, constantly running late. Lu Zhijian had seen her so often that he remembered her, but being remembered by the boss for being late probably wasn’t something to be happy about, so they had never spoken, treating each other like air while waiting for the elevator.

Lu Zhijian’s private elevator stopped on the first floor. As soon as he pressed the button, the elevator door opened.

He arrived at the thirty-sixth floor unimpeded. Lu Zhijian expressionlessly walked past the secretaries diligently working in their cubicles, pushed open the office door, and saw a cup of black coffee already placed on his desk.

“Sigh.”

Lu Zhijian let out a soft sigh, unsure if it was because of the neatly stacked documents on the desk or the coffee that would leave him bitter all day after drinking it.

Lu Zhijian wasn’t fond of bitter beverages like coffee, probably because he was too traditional; coffee felt a bit too Western for him. Every time he drank it, he felt like his life was bitter.

Just as he took off his suit jacket, Mo Hui came in. She was wearing a black suit today, moving efficiently, holding a tablet, looking like the Black Impermanence calling names.

Work was even more boring.

Lu Zhijian stopped Mo Hui from starting her itinerary report. He sighed, “Secretary Mo, next time, could you wear a different color suit on Monday?”

?

Mo Hui examined herself, “Is there something wrong with my clothes?”

“No,” Lu Zhijian shook his head, the fine gold chain on his lapel pin glinting with his movement, “No problem, I just want to see a brighter color on Monday.”

“Understood.” Mo Hui noted this down, planning to write it in her memo later. Although she didn’t understand Lu Zhijian’s thought process, after being his secretary for two years, she had developed her own understanding of him. He must have been stimulated by something again, suddenly becoming listless.

Mo Hui was very familiar with this situation. After all, Lu Zhijian rarely looked energetic and spirited throughout the year; most of the time, he was just placid.

Skipping the part about attire, Mo Hui began to detail Lu Zhijian’s schedule for the day. Listening to Mo Hui’s report, Lu Zhijian finished the cup of black coffee in one gulp. The unique aroma of the coffee rushed straight to his head, instantly clearing his mind.

He adopted his working demeanor, “Prepare for the meeting with the head of The Moon, and then…”

“Yes, Director.” At the same time, Yan Xucheng’s routine meeting was also about to begin.

“Orthopedics C-211, Bed No. 1, Guo Yangcheng, 17 years old, fell down the stairs resulting in multiple fractures and ligament damage. One week post-surgery, venous blood flow is smooth, ABI index recovered to 0.9…”

There wasn’t much to say about Yan Xucheng’s patients. The others were lying in bed so restlessly that they might as well have nails growing out of their butts. Yan Xucheng reasonably suspected that if it weren’t for the casts on their legs, they would be forming teams on the spot to play a thrilling game of soccer.

As for Guo Yangcheng, the one most seriously injured from falling down the stairs, at 17, he was at the age of intense study. He was already attending online classes with his leg suspended. Yan Xucheng often caught him diligently doing homework during his evening rounds.

Youth.

Truly without regret.

Yan Xucheng always held three parts respect for such determined individuals.

Director Mei’s gentle, steady, yet authoritative voice sounded: “Dr. Lin, how is the patient who threatened to take everyone down with him on Saturday?”

Lin Shu was the on-duty doctor last Saturday. When she heard the director’s question, a look of helplessness crossed her face: “After examination, Mr. Gu only had a minor bone fissure and slight scratches caused by glass shards. He was fine after bandaging.”

At this point, her expression grew even more helpless: “But Mr. Gu demanded to be hospitalized. I assigned him to Orthopedics S-606.”

The rooms marked with an “S” were the best in the hospital, priced at sixteen thousand eight hundred a day.

“Hmm…” Director Mei was also speechless. Sometimes she truly couldn’t understand the mindset of young people today, but this counted as generating revenue for the hospital. Director Mei adjusted her expression, “That’s good.”

After the meeting dispersed, Yan Xucheng sidled up to Lin Shu: “Sister Lin, what was that about taking everyone down with him? Tell me about it.”

Lin Shu’s office was next to Yan Xucheng’s, and they were walking the same way. Lin Shu also wanted someone to vent to, so she started talking as they walked: “I was on duty last Saturday, right? Nothing much happened all day until almost closing time when an emergency patient suddenly arrived.”

Lin Shu sighed again at this point: “When I went over, he had broken glass still in his arm, bleeding. It was a bloody mess, his white shirt was stained red and stuck to his arm. As soon as I got close, he suddenly yelled—”

“Yelled what?”

“—If you can’t cure me, I’ll make all of you pay the price!”

“Wow,” Yan Xucheng exclaimed with genuine admiration, “A real-life domineering CEO, isn’t he?”

Lin Shu rolled her eyes and leaned closer to Yan Xucheng to complain: “Exactly! He even had an attendant with him. The way he acted, Little Yan, you can’t even imagine, just like an ancient eunuch—”

As she spoke, Lin Shu pinched her voice to imitate the attendant: “Oh dear, be careful, our CEO Gu is precious. Oh dear, CEO Gu, you absolutely cannot have anything happen to you. If you collapse, our company will be finished. Not to mention, the board of directors, those wolves and tigers, will swarm in…”

Yan Xucheng frowned: “He only hurt his arm, at most he’d lose the limb, how could it be life-threatening?”

“Sigh, exactly! Later, the examination showed it was just a minor bone fissure. The cuts on his arm weren’t even two centimeters long, just looked scary. But after I treated him, he insisted on being hospitalized. Seeing that he was a rich fool, I initially gave him an A-class room. Who knew he looked at it and said I was looking down on him? Ha, if he wants to spend money, who am I to stop him? I immediately gave him an S-class room.”

Lin Shu checked the time: “I have to hurry back, Little Yan. The one who threatened to take everyone down needs his dressing changed soon.”

“Bye-bye.” Yan Xucheng watched Lin Shu jog down to the inpatient department.

Back in his office, Yan Xucheng waited for patients to arrive. He didn’t get a new patient, but he did get a patient’s family member—or rather, Guo Yangcheng’s nanny.

She knocked on the door, smiling a little reservedly: “Dr. Yan.”

Yan Xucheng nodded: “Please come in, Auntie Guo. What brings you here?”

The nanny sat in the chair in front of the desk, hands clasped, looking a bit nervous: “I wanted to ask when Yangcheng can be discharged?”

Yan Xucheng was very familiar with the patient’s recovery: “If he recovers well, probably next Wednesday.”

“Ah, I see,” Auntie Guo rubbed her hands, “Then, today, would it be possible for him to be discharged today? Yangcheng is in his second year of high school, his classes are heavy, and the child himself can’t stand sitting still; he doesn’t want to miss class. Dr. Yan, you are also an educated person, you know how hard studying is. Even taking one day off now means falling behind when he returns, let alone resting for four days already. We are truly anxious.”