klisemfg Chapter 948 Don't Dislike a Low Position
Chapter 948 Don't Dislike a Low Position
Inside the VIP ward of the city's central hospital, the air was filled with the crisp scent of disinfectant, which mingled with the subtle hum of the medical equipment, creating an exceptionally quiet atmosphere.
Gu Ze remained lying in the hospital bed, his face so pale it was almost transparent, an oxygen mask covering most of his face.
Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her wrists were wrapped in thick gauze, from which faint red stains could be seen.
Seeing Teng Zijing walk to the bedside, Feng Tao quickly pulled over a chair, his tone tinged with caution:
"Mr. Jing, please have a seat. Gu Ze is likely not waking up anytime soon."
Please help me find the best doctors abroad to consult on his case and provide him with proper treatment. Otherwise…”
He paused, and seeing Teng Zijing slowly sit down, he mustered up his courage and added,
"The script you just recommended is given to Gu Zenan as the lead actor, which shows your absolute confidence in his acting skills."
Feng Tao flattered Teng Zijing, not forgetting to give him a thumbs-up in praise:
"But given Gu Ze's current condition, who knows when he will wake up?"
It is unclear whether the excessive blood loss caused brain death as a complication.
The memorial ceremony is scheduled to begin filming the day after tomorrow, and Gu Ze... he's probably going to be late.
Teng Zijing didn't look at him, his gaze fixed on Gu Ze's pale face, his voice as cold as ice: "Why did he suddenly commit suicide?"
Feng Tao pursed his lips and didn't respond, but his gaze suddenly turned to Jiang Chengyu standing to the side, his eyes filled with icy coldness.
Deng Zhouyi, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer and said irritably, "Master Jing is asking you a question. Why are you looking at President Jiang? Does President Jiang instigate him to commit suicide?"
"Pretty much." Feng Tao said stiffly, full of hostility, showing no sign of weakness.
Upon hearing this, Teng Zijing, Deng Zhouyi, and Jiang Chengyu all turned their gazes toward him, filled with curiosity and confusion.
Meeting Jiang Chengyu's gaze, Feng Tao's tone became even more aggressive: "What are you looking at? Did I say something wrong?"
Can you honestly say that Gu Ze's current state has absolutely nothing to do with you?
Jiang Chengyu's lips moved, but ultimately turned into a low sigh, his voice filled with an indescribable complexity:
"I...I'm sorry. I really didn't think that much about it when I moved into the apartment."
If I had known that after all these years, Gu Ze would still have such a deep dependence on me... I... would never have moved to the apartment.
Teng Zijing frowned, his gaze towards Jiang Chengyu becoming more scrutinizing:
"Jiang Chengyu, you are the president of Zidong International Group, are you homeless?"
They're even moving to an apartment owned by Fengteng International? Aren't they afraid of being laughed at?
“Master Jing…” Jiang Chengyu opened his mouth, a thousand thoughts rushing to his head, and he didn’t know where to begin.
After a long pause, Jiang Chengyu took a deep breath, as if he had made some difficult decision.
Her voice, though tinged with weariness, was unusually firm: "I'm sorry, Feng Tao. I will move out of Gu Ze's apartment as soon as possible."
The old lady is quite old and has been confused lately; her various health indicators are also in a period of adjustment.
I plan to move back to Jinjiang Bay so it will be easier to monitor her condition nearby and arrange follow-up treatments promptly.
Upon hearing this, Feng Tao's lips curled into a mocking sneer, his eyes practically overflowing with contempt.
"You're probably just trying to make it easier for the old lady to get treatment! Mu Xiaoji is back, their old flame has rekindled, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and you want to make it easier for them to see each other!"
He left yesterday.
Jiang Chengyu's brows furrowed tightly, his tone filled with suppressed anger.
"Besides, he's not as despicable as you think. You don't need to judge him with prejudice."
Feng Tao reacted as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. "Filthy? Hmph..."
Like a lit fuse, Feng Tao walked around the hospital bed and approached Jiang Chengyu, who was lying to one side.
Suddenly, he grabbed Jiang Chengyu's collar and yanked it hard—with a sharp "rip" sound.
The collar of the shirt was torn open, revealing the well-defined collarbone underneath.
What was even more jarring were the ambiguous red marks that spread from the side of his neck to his chest.
Like crushed flowers, with several deep purple-black marks among them.
The marks were clearly from a collar, obviously left by punishment, and stood out starkly against her fair skin.
"What is this?" Feng Tao's voice suddenly rose as he pointed at the marks, his eyes practically overflowing with contempt.
"Jiang Chengyu, do you dare say this isn't despicable? In your dictionary, is the word 'despicable' a compliment?"
Jiang Chengyu clearly did not expect that Feng Tao would dare to provoke him like this in front of so many people;
She raised her left hand and grabbed Feng Tao's hand that was gripping her collar. "Feng Tao, you've gone too far!"
Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn to the vibrant spring scenery—
The surface is covered with tiny, scattered marks that read "Fragrance welcomes spring, seeking plum blossoms in the snow," clearly the exclusive marks left by someone who had deliberately punished him.
Even more striking are the purplish-blue marks of varying depths around the neck, neatly shaped, clearly not caused by an accident.
The mark stood out starkly against her fair skin.
Deng Zhouyi already harbored some resentment towards Jiang Chengyu for meddling in Yu Qianqian's affairs.
Having been observing coldly from a distance, she couldn't help but move closer, her gaze falling on Jiang Chengyu's half-exposed wrist—
There was also a faint purplish-blue mark there, exactly the same as the mark on the neck.
He raised an eyebrow and whistled, "Wow, Mr. Jiang, you're pretty good at this."
Jiang Chengyu suddenly broke free from Feng Tao's hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He glanced at Deng Zhouyi, ignoring his teasing, and stared intently at Feng Tao.
His chest heaved with each breath: "I'll go back and pack my things now."
He paused, his gaze shifting to the lifeless Gu Ze on the hospital bed, his voice carrying an undeniable certainty.
“Gu Ze used to suffer from severe depression—I could cure him, and now that I have developed the disease, I can still cure him.”
After saying that, he turned to leave, but just as his hand touched the doorknob, he suddenly stopped.
Without turning around, her voice was as cold as if it had been pulled from an ice cellar: "Feng Tao, what do you think of me?"
I don't care how you treat me. But if you dare to speak disrespectfully to him..."
His voice paused, then warned with a chilling ruthlessness that could freeze the world: "Don't blame me, Jiang Chengyu, for showing no mercy whatsoever."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he slammed the door shut and left, the echoing sound of the door rattling lingering in the ward.
Teng Zijing remained silent, his fingertips tapping lightly on his knee, his gaze fixed on the tightly closed door.
Gu Ze slowly moved back to the hospital bed, his eyes filled with unfathomable emotions.
Deng Zhouyi touched his nose, patted Feng Tao on the shoulder, and smacked his lips, saying:
"Don't try to provoke Jiang Chengyu's bottom line. If you touch his sore spot, you'll be in big trouble."
Feng Tao stood there, his chest heaving violently. He had used too much force when he was tearing the rope, and his knuckles were still throbbing.
Looking at Gu Ze's sleeping face, and recalling the red marks on Jiang Chengyu's neck, he felt a surge of anger rising in his throat, burning his eyes.
Teng Zijing leisurely stood up, his movements unhurried, and took out a gold bank card from the inside pocket of his suit.
The gold card, casually tossed onto the hospital bed sheet, gleamed brightly in the sunlight streaming through the glass window.
"I'm leaving Gu Ze in your hands." His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "If anything happens, just call me."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the sleeping person on the hospital bed, "Since Jiang Chengyu said he cured Gu Ze's severe depression back then..."
Now that he's so confident he can cure him, I'm sure even foreign experts can't match his skills by a hair's breadth!
Thinking about it that way, Gu Ze wouldn't be delayed when the new film about the sacrifice begins filming.
"Sigh... Master Jing, this..." Feng Tao looked at the card, then at Teng Zijing's cold, hard profile.
He was somewhat disappointed that Teng Zijing had failed to get an explanation from Jiang Chengyu; his words revealed his helplessness.
Not knowing how to respond, Feng Tao felt uneasy about the gold card he had just handed over.
When Gu Ze was injured last time, Teng Zijing gave him one million yuan as medical expenses.
Later, I heard that he sent people to investigate the ins and outs of the accident, and in the end, he didn't hold it against the two of them.
But not long after, I heard that the company where the clumsy workers who made mistakes while setting up the scaffolding worked had quietly gone out of business.
Thinking of that incident, Feng Tao couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, knowing that no one could ever return the money given by Master Jing.
If Master Jing were to take it back on his own initiative, he would be severely injured, if not killed.
After giving his instructions, Teng Zijing didn't look at him again and walked straight towards the door of the ward.
Feng Tao subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to say something more, but Deng Zhouyi behind him had a dark face and reprimanded him in a deep voice:
"What? You think it's not enough? Or are you worried that if something really happens to Gu Ze, you'll lose your job?"
He stepped forward and pulled Feng Tao back. Feng Tao staggered back two steps and bumped into the guardrail of the hospital bed with a soft "bang".
Deng Zhouyi then sarcastically said, "Don't worry, if it really comes to that, I'll arrange for you to be a security guard at the company gate."
Deng Zhouyi raised an eyebrow at him, his tone slightly mocking, "Don't complain about the low position; it's just security guard pay."
It's much more practical than what you're doing now, worrying yourself sick and still not getting anything good out of it.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and followed Teng Zijing. The two figures quickly disappeared at the door of the ward, and the door was gently closed, shutting out the air inside.
"Pah!" Feng Tao steadied himself, spat angrily towards the door, his chest heaving violently.
"They're all a bunch of bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. What's so great about them!"
It's just that he got a lucrative project from Jiang Chengyu in the Haikou area!
"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is beholden to him; he thinks he's something special."
He became increasingly angry as he spoke, and also felt somewhat wronged. He raised his hand to wipe his face and turned to look at the hospital bed.
The gold bank card lay quietly on the white sheet, like a light-absorbing stone.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over, grabbed the card, and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his shirt, his fingertips able to feel the coolness of the card's edge.
The ward fell silent again, with only the regular beeping of the medical equipment.
Feng Tao pulled up a chair and sat down. Looking at Gu Ze's bloodless face, his anger gradually subsided, leaving only an inexplicable sense of irritation.
He took out his phone, scrolled to Jiang Chengyu's number, his fingertip hovering over the dial button, but ultimately he pressed the screen hard to turn it off.
Well, there's no use saying anything now. I just hope Gu Ze can wake up soon.