Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 478: 304 Book vs Health Products, Wuye’s Life-Challenging Question [Prize Quiz]Jiang Jinsang, still young, recovered well after his stitches were removed, and soon, even without assistance, he could take several laps around the corridor.

Time passed quickly, and nearly a month after the surgery, under Zhou Zhongqing’s arrangement, Jiang Jinsang underwent a full-body examination. Core experts from various departments of the hospital gathered, holding his medical report, for another consultation.

”Previously we were worried about postoperative infections or complications, but currently, he seems to be recovering well.”

”He is more sensitive to external environments than ordinary people, and his metabolism is fast. Previously, Dr. Zhou was concerned that it might affect his postoperative recovery, but now, it seems that a fast metabolism is actually advantageous.”

”Based on the report, if there aren’t any significant issues, he can be arranged to recuperate at home soon and just come for regular check-ups.”

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Good hospitals usually have high demand for hospital rooms, especially after the New Year as many people come to Beijing for medical treatment, making the wards nearly saturated. As long as someone meets the discharge criteria, the hospital would not keep them.

Finally, it was decided to let him stay a few more days before arranging his discharge.

When the news reached the Jiang Family, everyone was overjoyed. Tang Yunxian and Shen Shuci, who had stayed in Beijing during this time, initially planned to leave, but upon hearing that Jiang Jinsang would be discharged soon, decided to stay a couple more days.

Upon discharge, Jiang Jinsang would stay in the Jiang Family’s old house, which was quiet and suitable for recuperation. The grandmother moved back a few days earlier to clean and disinfect the place.

Even the dry branches and leaves left in the courtyard from winter were thoroughly tidied up.

The grandmother specially went to the mountain to pray for blessings, obtaining several peace talismans for the family. Jiangjiang and Taotao, being young, might not keep them well, so Shen Zhixian sealed the talismans in the children’s backpack compartments, hoping for good fortune.

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A few days before Jiang Jinsang’s discharge, Tang Wan was sorting out his belongings. Between his hospital stays and visits, about a month and a half had passed. Many visitors had brought numerous gifts of milk and nutritional products, which had piled up.

Most daunting was a stack of books someone had sent. Tang Wan had specifically asked Zhou Zhongqing for four large cardboard boxes, and they still weren’t enough.

”It looks like I need to ask Uncle Zhou for another box,” Tang Wan said as she was about to leave. Opening the door, she saw a man about to knock and come in. ”Uncle? What brings you here today?”

The man wore a dark striped shirt with a black padded coat and a spring-colored tie. His jet-black hair was meticulously combed, and his demeanor was refined and proper. He looked in his forties, standing straight with a serious air.

This man was Jiang Jinsang’s uncle—Fan Mingjue, who had visited several times.

Although he was a director of studies and sort of a minor official, there wasn’t a rigid rule stating he had to teach, but he couldn’t stay idle and led two senior-year physics classes, keeping him quite busy.

”I had a meeting at a brother school and stopped by to see him on the way.”

As a director of studies, managing high school students, especially certain boys in their adolescence, required a firm hand, otherwise, he couldn’t keep those wild monkeys in check.

Fan Mingjue, seemingly amiable, wielded considerable skill in managing students.

Out of respect for the teaching profession, and also because he was the director, Tang Wan treated him with particular deference. ”Uncle, please come in and have a seat. I’ll get you a glass of water.”

After Fan Mingjue entered, Jiang Jinsang, who had been leaning on the bed, immediately sat up straight and called out to his uncle.

”Hmm,” Fan Mingjue took the water and looked over Jiang Jinsang, ”How are you feeling today?”

Being a teacher involved a lot of speaking. Fan Mingyu was a singer, so his voice was naturally beyond criticism, but Fan Mingjue’s voice had long been roughened, adding to his authority.

”Pretty good.”

”Any issues with your body, make sure to report them to the doctor in time.”

”I know.”