Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Earlier, Yu He’s attention was severely scattered.

Perhaps due to long-term insomnia or the negative impact of manic-depressive disorder, Yu He found it difficult to concentrate for extended periods. This gradually developed into a reading disorder, making it hard for Yu He to settle down and read large chunks of text.

This habit hindered Yu He’s ability to learn.

Insomnia, negative emotions, learning, and grades affected each other, creating a vicious cycle and becoming the main reason for Yu He’s declining grades in junior high.

When Yu He first came to Fu Yunzheong, he thought that her habit of 'signing contracts without reading them' was just a bad habit. He subtly mentioned it a few times, but when he saw no change, he let it be.

Only later did he realize that it wasn’t that Yu He ‘didn’t read’, but that she ‘couldn’t take it in’.

The root causes behind this final outcome are very complex, encompassing both internal and external factors.

This was not formed in a single day.

Unwilling to see a psychologist, Yu He found himself at a standstill until Fu Yunzhen took matters into his own hands, having multiple discussions with the doctors and consulting with psychological experts. Together, they formulated a plan to overcome Yu He’s reading difficulties.

This process was bound to be lengthy, requiring a gradual and step-by-step approach, but Fu Yunzhen had all the time in the world.

What he had in abundance was patience.

Discovering Yu He’s interest in folklore and strange tales, Fu Yunzhen brought him a book titled "Ancient Myths and Ethnography," from which he would narrate interesting stories, intentionally stopping halfway and expressing regret: “I haven’t had the time to finish this one.”

Eager to find out what happened next, Yu He would take the initiative to read the ending himself.

Later, Fu Yunzhen would nonchalantly inquire, “So, what happened next in the story?”

Yu He wasn’t thorough with his reading, usually just skimming through to the ending. Most of the time, he could only provide a rough summary. When Fu Yunzhen delved into the details, Yu He would often be at a loss for words.

It was well known that Yu He had his defensive scales; getting him to read seriously was a challenge, but being caught unprepared by Fu Yunzhen’s questions was something he didn’t like. The next time, he would take it upon himself to remember every detail in the text, then eagerly wait, like a peacock ready to fan its tail, for Fu Yunzhen to quiz him.

From "Ancient Myths and Ethnography," to the Simiao Cup test bank, and finally to contracts, Yu He’s reading material gradually expanded from books he was interested in, to practice problems that slightly piqued his interest, and eventually to contracts that he found dull.

Unbeknownst to him, his issue with ‘being unable to read’ gradually improved, and his attention span significantly increased.

Today, despite the joy in his heart from Fu Yunzhen’s long journey to see him, Yu He was able to suppress his excitement, hold Fu Yunzhen’s hand, and actually finish reading the page.

This was a level of concentration that many could not achieve.

Watching Yu He fully engrossed in his work, Fu Yunzhen felt just as thrilled as if he were watching a flower he nurtured finally bloom. He was too happy to feel upset about not being the center of Yu He’s attention.

If Yu He wished to lead a leisurely and carefree life, Fu Yunzhen would not force him to be ambitious. It would be perfectly fine for him to be an idle playboy by his side.

However, if Yu He aspired to spread his wings, Fu Yunzhen was also willing to support him in achieving his goals and exploring new horizons.

From the first moment Fu Yunzhen laid eyes on Yu He on stage, he was convinced that Yu He was far from being an ordinary person lost in the crowd.

This little crane, once in the palm of his hand, was destined to soar to great heights.

Having been in business for many years, Fu Yunzhen had great confidence in his own judgment. Just one look, just a single glance, was enough to give him an indescribable intuition, compelling him to make a bet.

Having made his choice, Fu Yunzhen picked Yu He up from his lowest point, and now, it was time for Yu He to spread his wings and fly.

Fu Yunzhang would not hinder Yu He at this moment.

After Fu Yunzhang finished showering and came out of the bathroom, Yu He had already switched to another book.

Yu He carried Fu Yunzhang back to the bed, lifted up his trouser leg to check his legs, which appeared slightly swollen. When Yu He pressed down with his thumb on Fu Yunzhang's calf and released, there was indeed a small indentation that did not bounce back immediately.

There seems to be some swelling.

Yu He expressed his concern, "You've been traveling and sitting with your legs bent all day long, does it hurt?"

Fu Yunzhang shook his head, "It's not too bad."

Yu He propped up Fu Yunzhang's legs with a pillow to help reduce the swelling, and took a buffalo horn meridian brush to massage the Zusanli acupoint, unblocking the meridians, "If I had known, I wouldn't have let you come."

Fu Yunzhang grabbed Yu He's hand, "Be gentle, it hurts a bit."

Yu He stopped his actions, and pressed his fingers up and down on both legs, "Does your bone hurt?"

Fu Yunzhang answered, "It's the flesh that hurts, you scraped too hard."

Yu He looked at Fu Yunzhang in surprise, "You can feel the pain from scraping the meridians?"

Fu Yunzhang said, "I couldn't feel it before, I didn't realize you always used so much force."

Yu He, relying on the fact that Fu Yunzhang couldn’t feel pain in his legs, always put in a lot of effort when clearing the meridians to achieve the best massage effect. Now that Fu Yunzhang’s leg sensation had recovered from bone to skin, this was really beyond Yu He's expectations.

"The meridians will only hurt if they are blocked, you have to use some strength to clear them." Yu He stretched his leg in front of Fu Yunzhang, "If you scrape me like this, it won't hurt so much."

Fu Yunzhang picked up the meridian brush on the bed, dropped some essential oil on Yu He's calf, and scraped down from top to bottom.

Yu He felt the pain and involuntarily hissed.

Fu Yunzhang looked up at Yu He, "I thought you said it doesn't hurt?" He tried the same force on his own leg and confirmed, "You really have low pain tolerance."

Yu He spread the massage oil on his leg, resigned to his fate, "Yeah, I have low pain tolerance, why don't you hit me?"

Fu Yunzhang, holding the handle of the meridian brush, gently tapped Yu He's head, scolding in a playful tone, "So defiant, just because you know I can't bear to."

Yu He arched his lower back and lay back in Fu Yunzhang's arms, wrapping his arms around Fu Yunzhang's waist and closing his eyes, "I missed you so much."

Fu Yunzhang took a massage comb and gently combed through Yu He's hair, the sandalwood comb soothingly relieving stress on the scalp. Yu He's breath was filled with the scent of Fu Yunzhang’s body wash.

With his tense nerves completely relaxed, Yu He made a comfortable humming sound, and didn’t forget to instruct, "If I fall asleep, wake me up. I haven’t finished memorizing the answer template yet."

"You're so diligent." Fu Yunzhang covered Yu He's eyes with his palm, "Take a nap for a while, I'll wake you up in half an hour."

Yu He shifted slightly.

Fu Yunzhang pressed down on Yu He's shoulders, "Just sleep here."

Yu He's consciousness was already starting to fade, "I'm very heavy, it’s not good to lie on your legs."

Fu Yunzhang said, "It’s fine."

How could it be fine?

A heavy object pressing on a limb for a long time can lead to stagnation of blood and qi, blockage of the meridians, and local pain, numbness, and swelling in the skin... um... pain, numbness, and swelling, swelling of the limbs...

It's called... it's called... compartment syndrome.

The way to diagnose it is... I can’t remember, I’ll memorize it again when I wake up.

Yu He was too tired. He hadn't finished mentally reciting the hazards of heavy objects compressing limbs in his mind before he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

*

The next day, inside the examination hall.

Yu He looked at the first major question on the paper.

[Please discuss the clinical manifestations, diagnostic examinations, treatment, and prevention of compartment syndrome.]

Yu He: ...

Is this for real?

He had just memorized this when he woke up last night, and Yu He, with a deep impression, wrote down the answer almost verbatim on the answer sheet.

Hesitating for a moment when he started to write, he was unsure whether to use regular script or slender gold script.

If he didn’t know how to answer the first question, then Yu He would definitely have answered earnestly in regular script.

The slender and elegant calligraphy really stands out, easily raising the expectations of the teacher grading the papers. A slight carelessness could lead to the negative impression that ‘the writing is good, but what is this garbage answer?’, resulting in a significantly lower score. It might actually be better to write in an ordinary style, blend in with the average papers, and get an average score.

This is the valuable experience that Yu He has summarized over many years.

But this time, Yu He was confident and composed. As the pen paused, the graceful and elegant slender calligraphy flowed smoothly, spreading across the paper.

After finishing this question, Yu He was completely elated. He was so dizzy when he left the examination room that he almost fell down the stairs if it weren’t for Liang Ran pulling him back.

Liang Ran waved his hand in front of Yu He, “What are you thinking, Young Master Yu? It's okay. There is still an interview to go. This written exam only accounts for 40% of the total score.”

Yu He came back to his senses and glanced at Liang Ran, “Alright then. I stayed up late last night to cram, so don't wake me up for lunch. I'm going back to sleep.”

Under the worried gazes of Liang Ran and Wang Guangbin, Yu He swiped his room card and returned to his room.

Just in the span of a morning, a handrail had been installed at the head of the bed in the hotel room to facilitate Fu Yunzheng’s movements.

Fu Yunzheng was sitting at the desk, with a laptop in front of him, one hand on the mouse. He looked up and greeted Yu He, “You're back.”

Yu He thought Fu Yunzheng was dealing with company affairs, so he did not disturb him.

It has been a long time since Yu He stayed up late, and he was a bit unaccustomed to it.

During this time with Fu Yunzheng, following Fu Yunzheng’s standard healthy routine for an elderly cadre had put him in great shape, and his memory seemed to have improved after regaining quality sleep.

Lying on the bed, Yu He heard the rapid clicking of the mouse and felt that something was amiss – the clicking was too frequent.

Walking behind Fu Yunzheng, and seeing the colorful screen, Yu He couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “How did you end up playing games by yourself?”

Yu He never imagined that Fu Yunzheng would play League of Legends in a hotel room.

Fu Yunzheng, completely focused on the screen, justified himself, “You were taking the exam, and I couldn’t settle down to do anything else. Time passes quicker when I’m playing games.”

Yu He pulled up a stool and sat next to Fu Yunzheng, “The capitalist of the rift, wow, the other nine people in this game would never guess that this summoner, i47971c, is the renowned Fu Yunzheng.”

Fu Yunzheng glanced at Yu He briefly, “The online games these days are indeed well-made, much more fun than the games from my college days.”

Yu He leaned against Fu Yunzheng, “Finish this round and come lie down with me, I’m really sleepy.”

Fu Yunzheng pressed the B key to recall and quit the game.

Just like Yu He, Fu Yunzheng was indifferent and ruthless, completely unconcerned about the life and death of his four teammates.

Yu He burst into laughter.

Fu Yunzheng closed the laptop: "Laughing at what?"

Yu He replied, “Well, Boss Fu is indeed of high caliber. I never recall and teleport back to base when I’m about to go AFK; not only do I go AFK, but I also gift a kill before doing so.”

Fu Yunzheng also started laughing, “That’s too much.”

Yu He pushed Fu Yunzheng’s wheelchair back to the bedside, reaching out to test the sturdiness of the handrail on the wall: “The construction quality of Fu Corporation is indeed commendable; the walls can bear so much weight.”

Fu Yunzheng grabbed the handrail and moved back onto the bed, “The wall is not filled with sand; do you think you could pull it down?”

Yu He also sat back on the bed, jokingly telling Fu Yunzheng, “My elder brother, Chen Sijian, developed a villa project in his early years. The external construction quality met all standards, but inside, except for the load-bearing walls, everything else was filled with sand. Not to mention cabinets, if you tried to pull on a handrail like this, it might actually come off.”

Fu Yunzheng couldn’t help but chuckle, “What happened later? Didn’t anyone complain to the developer during the renovation?”

Yu He answered, “Not at all. Those villas were large, and it seems the wealthy don’t install cabinets on the walls; they have separate walk-in closets. Plus, at the time of sale, my brother even promoted this as a unique selling point, emphasizing the potential for personal customization and how easy it would be to alter the interior structure after handover.”

Most people couldn’t resist the allure of ‘personal customization’.

Fu Yunzheng shook his head with a smile, “This Chen Sijian really knows how to make money from the rich.”

Yu He continued, “At that time, there had just been an earthquake in that area, and my brother claimed that such structures were safer, managing to fool quite a number of people.” Yu He took Fu Yunzheng’s hand, “I fell asleep on your lap yesterday, and the question I was silently reciting turned out to be in the exam today.”

Fu Yunzheng knew that there were only four questions in the exam, and the question bank contained thousands of questions. The probability of hitting the right question was extremely low, which left him somewhat astonished, “What a coincidence?”

Yu He replied, “Yeah, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn’t have revisited that particular question. You really are my lucky star.”

Fu Yunzheng turned to his side, bringing Yu He into his embrace, “Just your lucky star?”

Yu He thought for a moment, “And my god of wealth.”

Fu Yunzheng inquired, “Anything else?”

Yu He straightened up, this time wrapping his arms tightly around Fu Yunzheng, “And my boss, my big boss.”

An incredibly good big boss.