In the workplace rules.
What’s the most important thing if you want to get things done?
Is it getting things done?
Of course, that’s very important, but it’s far from the most important; the most important thing is to show loyalty to your superiors as you do things, like training a dog, tirelessly telling them over and over again—I’m doing all of this for you, boss!
Once you master this, you’ve opened the door to career advancent.
Ring ring ring...
The sound of waiting for the call to connect ca from the phone.
.....
The lights in the VVIP ward were deliberately dimd, enveloping the whole room in a suffocating tone.
The special care hospital bed in the center looked more like a huge glass aquarium, with Qian Huan’s body imrsed in a pale red nutrient solution, motionless, like a specin soaking in formalin water.
Not an inch of his skin was intact, and the exposed red muscles were ragged and covered with all sorts of needles, with a transparent breathing mask covering his face.
The blood and nutrient solution were murky, slightly masking his terrifying, ruined appearance.
Beside the aquarium, various life-monitoring instrunts continuously observed, with all indicators showing very weak stats.
The doctor stood by, looking utterly exhausted, on the verge of collapsing but still forcefully maintaining his spirit to explain Qian Huan’s condition to Li Hanyu:
"The victim’s entire body suffered from an explosion and received secondary injuries from glass; his whole body, from skin to internal organs, is severely damaged.
Even though we managed to snatch him back through prolonged surgery, he is still in a deep coma, with almost zero autonomous breathing, relying entirely on machines..."
Li Hanyu sat quietly on the sofa next to him, her eyes red, tears welling but her emotions much more subdued than before.
Li Hanyu suddenly asked, "Can he feel pain now?"
The doctor was visibly taken aback for a mont: "No, we used the highest dose of nerve inhibitors."
Li Hanyu moved her gaze away from the aquarium, adjusted her breathing, and continued to ask:
"How long will it take for my son to wake up?"
Is this a question of how long?
This is a question of whether he can!
The doctor cursed inwardly but replied seriously:
"The probability of normal awakening is probably less than 10%!"
The doctor wasn’t lying, 0.1% is also less than 10%.
Li Hanyu’s face turned unpleasant. She refused to give up and asked:
"Is there no other way, like a full-body transformation implant or even a brain chip implant?"
The doctor’s face showed a troubled expression as he sighed:
"Theoretically, it’s possible, but the risk of a comprehensive implantation surgery is also high, not everyone is suitable and able to bear it, and besides, the victim is extrely fragile now."
Li Hanyu stared at the doctor fiercely:
"What if you only implant a chip to wake him up first?"
Cold sweat appeared on the doctor’s forehead:
"According to my knowledge, in the entire Lower City, the implant transformation technology at Eternal Life Technology in Zone 6 should be the most advanced."
Li Hanyu’s mind suddenly flashed to the white-coated scientist—Zuo Bai—from the sewer live streams she had watched over the past few days.
Zuo Bai’s abilities exhibited in the sewers indeed showed full-scale technological modifications, even in his brain.
Of course, Bright Group also has similar technology, but the focus is different.
Moreover, if she rembers correctly, Hong Guang Pharmaceutical, under the group, has a deep cooperative relationship with Eternal Life Technology.
"Should I ask President Lu for help?"
This thought had just popped into Li Hanyu’s mind when she forcefully suppressed it.
Before understanding the group’s attitude, Li Hanyu dared not recklessly seek help from President Lu.
Because Wang Cong went to see President Lu in the afternoon, and they seed to have a pleasant chat.
She was afraid that if she asked the group for help, the person coming might intentionally let Qian Huan die on the operating table.
"Wang Cong, you’re really damned!"
Li Hanyu slowly mouthed Wang Cong’s na, her eyes filled with a toxic killing intent.
Seeing Li Hanyu fall into contemplation, the doctor quietly exited.
The ward imdiately descended into silence until broken by the vibrating phone.
Li Hanyu slowly reached out, picking up the constantly vibrating phone, the screen showing a call from "Feng Mu."
She took a deep breath and answered the call.
Feng Mu’s extrely detailed report ca from the call, each word striking heavily on her heart:
"......In short, these two Prison Chiefs are the ones who planted the bombs. At this mont, they’re at Lou Duan’s ho. Secretary Hou’s aning is for not to act rashly, just secretly film evidence of their collusion.
Madam, what do you think?"
Li Hanyu’s temples throbbed violently; the information in the call was overwhelming, and she found it difficult to digest.
The case...is solved?
Those two Prison Chiefs are the ones who hard my son Qian Huan?
Moreover, Hou Wendong undoubtedly received orders from Wang Xinfa, that ruthless political animal, wanting to use this as leverage to take a big bite out of the prison system.
Li Hanyu abruptly stood up, pacing back and forth in the ward until she reached the aquarium, her eyes bloodshot.
Revenge, she certainly wants to avenge her son Qian Huan, wishing she could dismber those two Prison Chiefs.
However, she wasn’t completely blinded by anger; she not only had to avenge and relieve her anger but also find ways to safeguard her son’s efforts.
She absolutely can’t let her son’s hard work be completely consud by President Lu, Wang Xinfa, or even Wang Cong.
At this mont, Li Hanyu was wary of everyone, not daring to easily trust anyone.
She felt as if she were in a treacherous dark forest, surrounded by wolves and tigers, with only Feng Mu, this loyal dog, providing so sense of security.
This trust grew quietly without her realizing it:
Initially, it was just eight points, increased to eight and a half after the call with Qin Liang, and now, after hearing this crucial report, Feng Mu’s loyalty in her heart had climbed to nine points.
Every test made the image of this loyal dog more clearly and reliably in her mind.
Li Hanyu’s mind raced, while on the other end, Feng Mu was very patient, not rushing at all.
After a while, Li Hanyu gradually ford a plan in her mind. She asked slowly over the phone:
"Feng Mu, do you think Lou Duan had anything to do with this?"
This question was actually very challenging to answer.
Feng Mu didn’t have the thought of rushing upstairs and starting a massacre.
If he really intended that, he would have directly instructed Gong Qi to do it.
After all, killing those two Prison Chiefs would bring consequences that Feng Mu believed he could bear, or rather, he had confidence that Li Hanyu had the capacity to handle.
But Lou Duan was, after all, the third-in-command in the prison system, not truly a big figure but close enough.
Killing him directly would cause a significant uproar.
Li Hanyu might not be able to manage it, and Feng Mu himself wouldn’t benefit from it—an imbalanced risk-to-reward ratio.
In Feng Mu’s eyes, displaying loyalty and enhancing Li Hanyu’s trust using those two Prison Chiefs’ heads was sufficient.
But those calculations could never be expressed verbally; now he was facing a mother seeking revenge, and one who was extrely suspicious.
So, answering this question had to be done with extre caution.
You can’t say no, and you can’t say you don’t know; you have to say...
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