Read Novel Full Chapter 1594 649: Family Head of the Song Family, Who Would Easily Bet on Tomorrow
Chapter 1594 649: Family Head of the Song Family, Who Would Easily Bet on Tomorrow
"Mmm mmm..."
Mr. Song emitted indistinct sounds. If he were awake, he might have given Housekeeper Bian a thorough scolding.
He's merely paralyzed in bed, but his mind is still lucid.
And he seems to be quite intelligent.
Housekeeper Bian thought he was dead; how could one not be angry?
"Mr. Song, is this... all okay now?"
In despair, suddenly realizing the terrible outcome hadn't occurred, Housekeeper Bian was both shocked and delighted.
"Yes, with Dr. Zhou's help, Mr. Song has turned from danger to safety. At present, his vital signs are stable, and there is no need to send him to the hospital."
Director Cheng said somewhat awkwardly.
He was a critical care expert hired at great expense by the Song family, yet after Mr. Song's incident, he needed Zhou Can's help to stabilize Mr. Song.
This made Director Cheng realize that too much comfort at work, a privileged lifestyle, and a generous income had lowered his professional sensitivity and judgment.
"As long as everything's okay, it's good, it's good!"
Housekeeper Bian looked relieved.
His gaze turned again to Zhou Can, with a rather complex expression.
"Young man, please sit outside and have some tea."
This was fearing Zhou Can might cause more trouble, first asking him to step outside.
If Zhou Can hadn't saved Song Shengsheng, his tone and manner might not have been the same.
Zhou Can moved to the outer living room, where the furniture was primarily classical redwood. There were also some pieces of the more expensive golden phoebe wood.
It didn't seem luxurious but rather emitted an air of scholarly heritage and historical flavor.
Clearly, a random redwood chair would have a market price of at least tens of thousands.
The carvings and the chair's overall structure conveyed an ingenious craftsmanship.
Definitely crafted by master craftsmen from the Qing or Ming dynasties.
Modern mechanically-made chairs, though they have ancient charm, lack the unique spirit of craftsmanship and historical cultural depth.
Sitting on it, Zhou Can didn't feel it was particularly comfortable.
Even found it a bit hard, making his butt sore.
"Please have some tea! The Family Head still has an important meeting that hasn't finished. He expects to meet you in about seventy minutes."
Housekeeper Bian offered Zhou Can a cup of fragrant tea.
The cup used wasn't the small teacup commonly used in modern tea culture, but a three-talents lid cup with blue and white knife patterns.
Zhou Can, generally indifferent to elegance in food and clothing, felt somewhat unfamiliar holding such a lid cup for tea.
However, when he lifted the lid, the rich aroma hit him, immediately clearing his mind.
"Good tea!"
He couldn't help but praise.
He had had good tea costing tens of thousands per tael, but compared to this tea, it was clearly inferior.
The feeling was akin to the difference between eating feed-raised pork and native pork; the taste and aroma weren't even on the same level.
After drinking a cup, Housekeeper Bian refilled it for him.
Also offered snacks and fruit.
There was now a touch of the hospitality expected.
This grand estate with tall gates is really hard to enter!
If Zhou Can hadn't just saved Mr. Song and displayed exceptional critical illness rescue skills, he wouldn't be enjoying the current treatment.
Before coming, he didn't expect any special courtesy.
As long as he could convince the Song family to allow him to perform surgery on Mr. Song, that was all that mattered.
To repay Dr. Xu's mentorship, he almost wagered his life and future, but not his life entirely.
Since it's now a society governed by law, even though the powerful are indeed formidable, it's unlikely to lead directly to a doctor's death if the illness isn't cured.
At most, the doctor's future might be ruined, just that.
If more severe, there might be lawsuits or sentencing. It depends on the attribution of responsibility.
After three cups of tea, he really couldn't drink anymore.
Moreover, drinking excessive tea, due to the caffeine and other components, made his mouth feel a bit dry.
He unhesitatingly grabbed the snacks on the table to satisfy his hunger.
The aristocratic family surely knows how to enjoy life. All the snacks were handmade pastries, made from excellent ingredients, with deep intricacy in the production stages. The mung bean cake melted in his mouth, and carried a faint floral aroma.
Seemed like osmanthus scent, but not quite sure.
Because the aroma components seemed to include more than one kind of floral scent.
Housekeeper Bian stayed by his side, talking little, and whenever Zhou Can's tea was empty, he asked him if he wanted a refill.
Whatever kind of pastry on the plate was consumed, he refilled it.
After waiting for more than an hour, still no sign of the true decision-maker of the Song family returning, Zhou Can, having drunk too much tea, felt his bladder was somewhat full.
"Could you please tell me where the bathroom is?"
"Over there, I'll take you."
Housekeeper Bian led him to the back bathroom, expecting it to be a retro pit toilet, but it turned out to be a five-star hotel-level washroom.
After Zhou Can finished using the bathroom and returned to the living room to sit down, soon after, a man in his fifties, accompanied by a male secretary around forty years old, walked in. The fifty-year-old man walked with vigor, having some resemblance to Mr. Song lying in bed.
Zhou Can secretly wondered about whether this man was Mr. Song's son or brother.
His aura was rather restrained, holding back, as if an unfathomable abyss, inspiring awe.
"Family Head! This is the young man, named Zhou Can, a doctor at Tuya Hospital."
Facing this person, Housekeeper Bian's shoulders drooped, with his waist slightly bowed.
Both his expression and physical actions were extremely respectful.
A butler position in such a wealthy family is certainly more sought after than a golden-collar job, with countless people vying for it.