Chapter 18 – Is Director Duan a Deity?
When Duan Shu Tong arrived at the hospital, Cen Ning was waiting for him by the door to the ward.
Liu Zhi Fei was looking at the intravenous infusion bottle. Duan Shu Tong did not intend to go in to disturb, so he and Cen Ning sat on the chairs in the corridor.
With a lowered voice he asked, “How did he suddenly get sick?”
“The doctor said he was overworked.” Assistant Cen sighed with his brows knotted together in a frown. “Both his diet and sleep are irregular. Now he has a low fever.”
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Duan Shu Tong expressed his admiration in his heart. Xi Duan was so wealthy, but he was still working so hard.
“Has things been really busy lately?”
Cen Ning nodded. “The new project is indeed encountering a lot of problems. President Xi… is the type that likes to constantly improve*.”
[*T/N: 精益求精 – to perfect something that is already outstanding (idiom)]
Duan Shu Tong understood.
To be honest, Duan Shu Tong was not familiar with Xi Duan, but to be together in a place that was far from home, it was inevitable that he would feel a little closer to him in his heart.
If it were Zhai Jun lying in the hospital, he might not come to visit.
“Are there any foods that your President Xi can’t eat?” Duan Shu Tong smiled. “It just so happens that I don’t have anything to do tomorrow Saturday. I’ll make something light and send it here.”
Anyway, Xi Duan wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, and he wasn’t interested in staying here. He might as well visit again tomorrow.
Cen Ning looked grateful. “There’s nothing that President Xi can’t eat. Just make what you think is good.”
He did not have the heart to make Xi Duan eat food from the hospital cafeteria or from the surrounding food stalls, so Duan Shu Tong was being a big help.
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Duan Shu Tong nodded and stood outside the ward looking in at Xi Duan.
The pale-looking man lay quietly on the hospital bed with his left arm lying above the blanket. An infusion needle was inserted into the crook of his arm. This was a stark contrast from the ordinary Xi Duan, who had a powerful aura around him. Right now, he seemed slightly fragile.
Duan Shu Tong watched him for a while before saying goodbye to Cen Ning.
On the way back, Duan Shu Tong carefully recalled the description of the third male lead in the original book.
When Xi Duan was a teenager, his elder brother, who was then the leader of the Xi family, died in an aviation accident. Old man Xi was so shocked that he fell gravely ill and never recovered. His elder brother’s son was only a few years. In that hopeless situation, Xi Duan resolutely propped up the entire Xi family, all the way up to the present day.
Others may not know how much hardship there was for Xi Duan during this time period, but Duan Shu Tong felt as if it had happened to himself.
Xi Duan’s experience reminded him of his past.
On a road full of thorns, even if he was drenched and dripping with blood, he must dig for an opportunity to live.
Thinking of the man lying on the bed now, Duan Shu Tong felt a sense of empathy.
Compared to the arrogant son of the heavens, Li Xiao, Xi Duan’s road was too difficult.
Early the next morning, Duan Shu Tong came to the hospital bearing a heat preservation container.
As soon as he entered the ward, he locked eyes with Xi Duan.
“Do you feel a little better?” Duan Shu Tong walked over with a smile. He placed the insulated container on the bedside table and opened it. “I made congee for you. Even if you don’t have an appetite you still have to eat.”
Xi Duan put down the file in his hand and arched an amused eyebrow. “Thank you.”
“If you really want to thank me, then you have to listen to me. Don’t worry about work for now.” Duan Shu Tong said, pulling his documents away.
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Xi Duan hummed a sound of agreement. He received the bowl that Duan Shu Tong handed him. The steaming congee gave a faint aroma of vegetable flavor. The vegetables inside were cooked tender, and they dispersed as soon as they entered his mouth.
“Where are Brother Cen and Brother Liu?” Duan Shu Tong sat down on the single-person sofa, looking as if he were at home.
Xi Duan found it amusing. While eating, he replied: “They stayed with me all night, so I had them go back and rest.”
“So you were confident that I would come?” Duan Shu Tong laughed as he teased him. “Let me be upfront, I don’t have time to stay beside your bed.”
“Yesterday night, you said that you would deliver food. It would be ungrateful of me not to accept your kindness.” Xi Duan felt the warmth and fragrance of the congee, and his mood was rather joyful.
The two could not help but smile at each other, and the estrangement of before seemed to break and scatter all at once.
After Xi Duan finished eating the congee, Duan Shu Tong showed no quarter as he scolded him, “No matter how busy work is, you still have to pay attention to your health. If you’re not completely cured and it leaves behind complications, you will suffer for it when you are old.”
Because of his empathy towards the other, Duan Shu Tong no longer regarded him as his elder. After all, when he died in his previous life, he was even a few years older than Xi Duan.
Xi Duan could not help but be stunned.