Zhang Kun smiled bitterly: "But this is absolutely incomparable. What I gave you is a gold mine, but to be honest, it is just a piece of news, completely different."

"But it's the same for me, so you don't need to say these words anymore. The equity certificate belongs to you, and it can only be yours. Have a good rest and I'll see you tomorrow."

After saying that, Cui Chuanchang didn't wait for Zhang Kun to reply, and then left the ward straight away.

After Cui Chuanchang left, Thomson lowered his head slightly and stepped forward two steps, came to Zhang Kun's bed, bowed slightly, and whispered to Zhang Kun: "Zhang Xiansen, I'm sorry for what happened that day, but I really can't do anything about them when they arrested my family."

Looking at the still red palm prints on Thomson's cheeks, we can see how Cui Chuanchang's palm was exerted before. Listening to Thomson's words, a clear expression flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes.

No wonder, if this is the explanation, it will be clear.

Zhang Kun asked softly: "Then your family is now?"

"The boss has sent all the people to rescue you, everything is safe." Thomson whispered.

"That's good, that's good." Zhang Kun smiled at Thomson: "The most important thing about family safety is, for me, it should be the same for you, or, for everyone, it is like this."

"If I were in your situation, I would have to be the same choice as you, so don't have any psychological burden. The most important thing is, am I fine now?"

Zhang Kun smiled at Thomson. Thomson was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Zhang Xiansen, I owe you a life."

After saying that, Thomson looked at Zhang Kun deeply, then nodded, and walked quickly outside the door. He was also responsible for Cui Chuanchang's safety work.

After everyone left, Zhang Kun slowly let out a breath of exhaust gas, his eyes looked at the white ceiling, and felt the pain slowly coming from his chest after the anesthetics on his chest receded.

It's a thoracic surgery, I don't know how long it will take to recover this time, but it's finally over.

But at this moment, a timid voice rang in Zhang Kun's ears: "Zhang, Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"

Zhang Kun turned his head slightly and looked at the translucent figure floating in the air beside the hospital bed, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Well, Aunt Peng, I'm sorry for your blessing. This time, it should be nothing serious. Just rest for a while."

"That's good, that's good!" Peng Chunhe whispered in the air, patting his chest, and his face relaxed a little.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't know. I was really scared that day. I fell down when I saw you, covered in blood. It was so scary. When you were in the operation, I looked at the bullets taken out by the doctor and heard that your lungs were pierced and your chest was covered in blood." Peng Chunhe said with lingering fear.

Zhang Kun smiled and moved his neck slightly: "Well, but now it's nothing serious, Aunt Peng, don't worry. By the way, what do you want to tell me that day?"

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Peng Chunhe shook his head: "Mr. Zhang, I'm not in a hurry, don't worry, you should take care of yourself first, and we'll talk after you're well."

Zhang Kun blinked, then smiled and nodded: "That's fine, it's really not convenient for me now. Then we'll talk about it in detail when my health is better."

"Yeah." Peng Chunhe nodded quickly, with an indescribable joy on his face. Although Peng Chunhe had not read many books, Zhang Kun's meaning was understandable. Is this an agreement?

When Peng Chunhe thought of this, she couldn't hide her joy, but soon she restrained herself, looked at the tubes that were stuck all over Zhang Kun, and then hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhang, I won't bother you anymore. You have a good rest first, and I'll see you next time."

After getting Zhang Kun nodded, Peng Chunhe took the look of joy that could not help but appear again, and then walked through the wall.

Through the window, looking at Peng Chun and his gradually fading back, the smile on Zhang Kun's face slowly calmed down, and then sighed softly.

It seems that it is impossible to refuse this time. After all, if it weren't for the sound of Aunt Peng that day, Zhang Kun would have a reaction time of a few seconds in advance, otherwise what would happen next would be like? Zhang Kun really couldn't imagine.

In general, this time the favor... is not too big!

Zhang Kun looked bitter, but finally sighed lightly, then slowly closed his eyes, closed his eyes and calmed down.

It’s useless to think so much, just pay it back slowly.

...

On the third day after Zhang Kun woke up, today, with the help of others, Zhang Kun was able to turn sideways, or shake the hospital bed, then lean on the cushion, sit up for a while, and of course, he could also start eating some liquid food.

But breathing is still very difficult. The lung lobes are penetrated and the alveoli are damaged. Zhang Kun feels that every breath will cause injuries to the lungs and cause pain, so Zhang Kun still has to wear an oxygen shield at all times.

...

Day 10.

Today, after changing countless bandages on Zhang Kun's chest, the opening of the surgical trauma in his chest finally began to heal slowly. He could use some strength to move on the bed. Of course, it was still impossible to go down the ground.

In terms of food, doctors have also let go of it. In addition to avoiding spicy food, they are just casual.

As for the oxygen hood, it has been removed. Zhang Kun’s breathing has recovered very well now. As long as he does not take deep breaths or exercises vigorously, he will no longer affect the wounds of the lung lobes, and it is basically unhindered.

...

Day 15.

Zhang Kun stood in front of the hospital bed, moved his body slightly, opened the window, and breathed the fresh air outside the window.

Today, Zhang Kun finally got to go to the ground to move with the doctor's permission, but the scope was limited to the ward.

After lying on the hospital bed for half a month, breathing the smell of 84 disinfectant every day. Although theoretically, Zhang Kun should have been used to this smell for a long time, it is completely different when he is a doctor and a patient.

At least, when he was a doctor, he was completely free, could walk around at will, and could leave the ward area from time to time to breathe outside. After returning home at night, he could only have at most ten hours a day.

But lying on the hospital bed, it will be 24 hours.

Therefore, being able to go to the ground to move, and being able to open the window to breathe fresh air is all good news.

Then, today, Zhang Kun finally waited for Peng Chunhe's request.

After seeing Zhang Kun go to the ground, Peng Chunhe knew that Zhang Kun's health had recovered very well, so he finally couldn't help but tell her request.
Chapter completed!