Obviously, the range hood in the office has been turned on, and the smell of smoke from the fired calamari has been taken away and the smoke has disappeared.

The secretary carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Then let's do this for now. You can contact all the writers on the list, be sure to be stable, do you know?"

The secretary nodded quickly, saying that the matter was covered by him.

In fact, he usually doesn't speak so much, but because he has made a mistake just now and the task he sent is indeed not difficult, he dares to make promises to speak in order to win back some favorability in front of his manager.

Zhou Nianruo felt a little relieved when he saw his secretary swearing.

After all, I am also an old employee who has just been so many years. Although I am sometimes confused when doing things, I can still come up with good and good solutions at critical moments.

With this creative brain that can turn the tide at critical moments, Zhou Nianruo feels that he can tolerate his secretary sometimes being confused, worried, selfish, gossip, and other shortcomings.

After finally solving the problem of the big troubles, Zhou Nianruo breathed a sigh of relief after the secretary went out to bring the door with him. He lay on the desk and pounded his waist, which made him feel a little relaxed.

But he was not free at this relaxing time. This kind of lack of spare time is not to let him go to work formally, but to open a brain-to-brain connection with the nursing staff at the National Heart Hospital, and to ask him to take a picture of his old man's situation and let him take a look.

Now that we are not distinguished between enemies and everyone has their own little thoughts, Zhou Nianruo dares not leave the company to guard his old man. After all, if he just let his company go away because he walks away, it would be too sorry for the country his old man had worked hard to build before.

But sometimes he was really worried about his old man's situation, so he had to arrange a nurse to pass on his old man's situation at all times, and to take a look at it when he had time.

Mr. Zhou could not tell at all that he was sick, and he looked very comfortable lying on the bed. He squinted his eyes and looked at the projector with his brain. He didn't know what he was looking at, but he had a pleasant smile on his face.

That smile was very innocent and satisfied, as if he had played the game at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and he was happily watching his record.

However, after seeing this scene, Zhou Nianruo felt a slump in his heart. He had no intention of being happy because of this satisfied smile from his relatives. Instead, he felt a stubbornness in his mind that made him feel pain.

"How long has he been watching this thing?"

The nurse looked up at the old man on the bed, walked out of the door lightly, and closed the door. After that, she replied to Zhou Nianruo on the other side of her brain: "I don't know what TV series the old man is watching. Anyway, as long as the old man wakes up, he keeps staring at him and doesn't let go when he eats."

Zhou Nianruo pinched the bridge of his nose: "What do you say?"

"The doctor said that you can watch it with the elderly, and it is also good to divert attention. To be honest, it would be a good choice to recommend more TV series to the old man earlier. After all, it is very helpful to the old man's condition to divert his attention more and no longer immersed in the past."

The nurse made suggestions sincerely, and the meaning inside and outside was that the Zhou family was not concerned about the old man's illness in the past.

Zhou Nianruo could hear the subtitles of the caregiver's words. He knew what the caregiver thought, and even he knew that many people outside thought so.

Others like to hear the dirty things of wealthy families the most and also like to guess. They must think that the Zhou family is fighting for power and profit, so they wish that Mr. Zhou would die soon, so they were unwilling to treat Mr. Zhou well, which led to Mr. Zhou's illness for so many years without any improvement.

Some people are more rational and think that this is an emotional disease after all, and it is not that easy to cure. Whether it is a dignitary or a commoner, everyone is equal in the face of emotional disease. You should still get it. It is useless to have money, but it is not cured or cured.

But some people, such as nurses, even though they dare not say anything openly, they always feel that the Zhou family must have fulfilled their obligations and did not take it completely.

Zhou Nianruo didn't have the strength to argue, and he even thought a little sadly that the caregiver was willing to use this malicious intention to guess him, at least it means that he was attentive to his old man.

It would be better to be careful with his old man, but he didn't care no matter how he thought of him. There was only one thing that the nurse had thought wrong.

"Think of some solution, don't let the old man continue watching."

The nurse widened her eyes, as if she had verified a guess in her heart. In an instant, a trace of anger appeared on his face. This anger came naked at Zhou Nianruo, and almost turned into a personal form and pointed at him and scolded him for being an unfilial son.

"The doctor advised the old man to see, saying that this would be helpful to his condition. If he stopped, it would probably worsen his condition!"

The nurse paused, as if she had some concerns, but because of her strong enough anger, he still let the concerns be thrown out.

People always have to have a little professional conscience in their lives.

If he sells his conscience for so-called money or something, then what's the use of keeping the job and losing his heart?

The nurse was very serious: "He is your father after all."

So don’t do some things too much, it’s too amazing. You can have money, profit and wealth again. If your relatives are gone, then it’s really gone.

Zhou Nianruo did not reply to the caregiver, he just barely supported himself, got up from the lying desk, slowly leaned himself on the chair, then reached out to pull open the drawer under the desk, and took out something from it.

The nurse stared at Zhou Nianruo's every move, and then he found that Zhou Nianruo took out a photo from the drawer.

Zhou Nianruo was so tired that he was extremely slow to take this photo. It was obviously just that very light photo, but he was extremely difficult to take it, as if he had picked up a heavy heavy object.

"His brain has been opened, and you can't see what he is watching. Just based on the expression on his face, he guessed that he was watching TV series, but in fact, he was watching photos of my mother when she was young."

Zhou Nianruo touched the young rich lady in the photo. She smiled so dignifiedly and beautifully, so beautiful that everyone she had seen couldn't help but be moved.

The nurse was stunned.

Therefore, there is no so-called diverting attention at all.
Chapter completed!