Bo Siming was also quite distressed.
He missed Wen Jinrui day and night. Although they kept in touch online, he always felt it a pity that he couldn't see her in person.
He heard that her health had improved and she could go to the company to handle some less busy tasks. But he himself was still lying in bed, unable to move.
Just thinking about it made Bo Siming extremely irritable.
He didn't want her to see him in such a sorry state.
He was even more afraid that the hard - won mutual affection would be ruined because of this. How could he give up after yearning for so long!
"When will I get better?"
Bo Siming glared at the nurse beside the bed with red eyes.
"Master Bo, the human body tissues need a long time to..."
Before she could finish, he roared angrily.
"I'm asking you when I'll get better! Don't give me any of that nonsense! I need a result. Do you understand? Huh?!"
The nurse was so frightened that she stepped back repeatedly, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Bo Jingming was also startled by his reaction. "You can go out first. My son is not in a stable mood right now. Come back later."
She stumbled out, not daring to stay any longer.
"A bunch of brainless people. What's the use of having such stupid nurses? Are all the knowledgeable and capable professors in Yancheng dead?"
Bo Siming was still muttering and cursing.
"What the nurse just said makes sense. The body needs time to recover. How could it get better so quickly?"
Bo Jingming said in a calm tone.
"At least there should be some signs of recovery, right? I've been hanging these random drips all day and taking a bunch of colorful pills. I've spent a lot of money but it's all in vain!"
"I have a proposal. I wonder if you'd like to hear it?"
He suddenly thought of a solution that could be considered a win - win.
On one hand, it could get Bo Siming out of the way so he could carry out his sinister plot. On the other hand, it could let Wen Jinrui treat Bo Yanhai with peace of mind. As long as this plan could be implemented, they could have a peaceful period.
"What's the solution?"
Bo Siming looked at him skeptically.
"Previously, I contacted Professor Katie from abroad and planned to let her give your grandfather further treatment. Unexpectedly, he had an accident and didn't make it, so this matter was left unresolved."
Bo Jingming looked into his eyes. "If you agree, I'll book the plane tickets tomorrow. We'll go there together and let her treat you!"
"The old guys in Yancheng are all useless. Can she do it?"
He still had doubts and his tone was full of resistance.
"After all, foreign technology is much more advanced than domestic technology. You've been lying here for more than half a month without any progress. We can't keep dragging this on.
You're my son. How could a father bear to watch you continue to suffer like this when you're injured like this?"
There was full of pity in Bo Jingming's eyes.
"I'm the deputy general manager of the Bo Group. What will happen to the company if I leave? Moreover, Zhong's Oil and Shen's Construction just merged not long ago. I haven't stabilized the morale of the troops yet. Those people may jump ship at any time."
Bo Siming squinted at him. "You're so eager to send me abroad for treatment. Don't tell me... you're hiding something from me?"
Sure enough, he was naturally suspicious and had a very sharp insight.
"You're my son. All parents in the world have the same thought, which is to let their children live well, eat and dress well. I just want you to recover soon and expand the Bo Group earlier. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Bo Jingming tensed his nerves and tried to appeal to his emotions.
Looking at his red - rimmed eyes full of emotion, Bo Siming felt a bit uncomfortable.
His father had been very good to him when he was a child.
Although he was often forced by his grandfather to learn all kinds of etiquette and courses he didn't like, as long as he returned to the villa in the eastern suburbs, his father and mother would always cook a table of delicious dishes and praise him for being obedient and sensible.
After his mother was killed by Bo Jingyu, Bo Jingming was heart - broken and went abroad. He used to come back during festivals, but as time went by, he came back less and less.
The happy memories in Bo Siming's mind were becoming more and more blurred.
Until now, he still blamed his father for being an incompetent one in his heart.
But after all, he had Bo Jingming's blood in his bones. He was still affected by this so - called family affection. He couldn't get rid of it.
This was his weakness, and also a trace that he hated but couldn't erase.
"... I'll think about it."
Bo Jingming's expression suddenly brightened. "It's good that you can think it through!"
"I said I'm just thinking about it. I haven't agreed yet."
Bo Siming was still hesitating, but his mind was shaken.
If he could be cured abroad, he could return to Wen Jinrui's side earlier and spend the rest of his life with her.
There was no need to rely on the medical technology in Yancheng anymore. Staying here blindly would only cause more distress.
But Bo Jingming's timely arrival today made him wonder if he had joined hands with Bo Jingyu. This was also a question worth pondering.
A father wouldn't harm his own son, would he?
Bo Siming looked at the middle - aged man in front of him who was over fifty years old. His mind was in turmoil as he kept speculating and assuming the consequences.
"Then you have a good rest. I'll come to see you when I'm free."
The negotiation had achieved more than half of the results, so Bo Jingming didn't stay any longer.
As soon as he opened the door of the ward, he saw Shen Shiyu about to come in.
"U - Uncle, hello..."
He never liked the people from the Shen family, so his face naturally darkened.
"What do you have there?"
She followed his gaze and looked at the thermos bucket in her hand. "I cooked some porridge for Siming. The hospital food doesn't suit his taste."
"Just porridge for a patient? Do you have any common sense?"
Shen Shiyu pouted aggrievedly. "I only know how to cook porridge..."
"Forget it. You don't need to cook from tomorrow on. I'll ask the chef in the mansion to cook and send it here personally. Siming prefers the taste at home." After saying that, Bo Jingming walked quickly past her and left.
This invisible pressure made her feel a bit unbalanced.
She came in with the thermos bucket. Bo Siming noticed her mood.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Shiyu pouted and put the thermos bucket on the table with a clatter, as if taking her anger out on it. "Your dad scolded me! Why did he scold me? Who is he yelling at so fiercely!"
Bo Siming was already in a bad mood. Driven by her negative energy, he frowned involuntarily. "You can just come in. Why do you care about him? You're complaining even before you enter my Bo family. What will it be like if you really get in later?"
She stared at him with big eyes in disbelief. "What do you mean by that? It sounds like I'm a shrew! I've been cooking porridge and bringing it to you every now and then, and this is how you treat me!"
"How have I treated you? You wanted a title, so I publicized our relationship widely and took you to all kinds of occasions to show off. You wanted status, so I merged Zhong's Oil and Shen's Construction and made you the deputy general manager of the Shen Group. What else are you not satisfied with?
What else are you going to pick on?"