Chapter 973 Hug (9)

Han Zhihui went to the company early in the morning.

He turned on the computer and wanted to divert his thoughts with work, but he stared at the dense black words on the computer screen for a long time without recognizing a single word.

At eight o'clock, the secretary reminded him of the morning meeting.

Sitting in the conference room, he didn't know whether it was because he hadn't slept all night or what happened. A group of people from the company talked for an hour, but he didn't hear a word.

After the meeting, when he returned to the office, Han Zhihui drank a cup of coffee and finally felt better. He opened the file and wanted to take a look at it. After reading two pages, he threw the file on the table and became irritable. He tugged at his hair, picked up the landline next to him, and called home.

The butler answered the phone.

He actually wanted to ask, is Cheng Weiwan okay? But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't ask any questions. In the end, he only said: "How are you at home?"

Han Zhihui had never called home to ask if things were going well at home. The housekeeper was stunned on the other end of the phone for a long time before he replied: "It's pretty good."

"It's really good? Nothing happened?"

"It's really good, nothing happened."

"Oh." Han Zhihui responded, and after a while, he hung up the phone.

Han Zhihui, who couldn't get into working mode at all, simply leaned on the office chair and allowed himself to think wildly.

After finally staying up until noon, Han Zhihui called home again.

He said the same thing, and the butler gave him the same answer.

But he just felt uncomfortable. After putting down the phone, he hesitated for a while and then picked it up again.

This time, his call was not to home, but to Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng answered the phone quickly, and Han Zhihui said before he could speak: "Come to my office."

Lin Sheng thought that Han Zhihui had something important to do, so he came very quickly.

After Han Zhihui motioned him to sit down, he didn't speak in a hurry.

Lin Sheng couldn't help but asked Han Zhihui several times what was the reason for calling him over. Han Zhihui finally said: "You can help me go abroad and pick up a doctor to come back to China."

"No more?" Lin Sheng asked instinctively after hearing this.

Han Zhihui shook his head and said no.

"You can't tell me this nonsense on the phone, so why do you ask me to go there in person?" Lin Sheng felt like he was being fooled.

Han Zhihui said nothing and lit a cigarette.

Seeing him smoking, Lin Sheng got addicted to cigarettes, so he also lit one. After taking two puffs, he asked: "Have you contacted the doctor? Can I just go to him?"

"Yeah." Han Zhihui responded absently.

"Is he the doctor who treats your son?" Lin Sheng asked.

Han Zhihui shook his head and after a few seconds said, "He's a psychiatrist."

"Psychiatrist?" Lin Sheng was surprised and spoke fluently: "What kind of mental illness does your son have..."

Before Lin Sheng finished speaking, Han Zhihui looked over with fierce eyes.

Lin Sheng subconsciously stopped speaking.

After a while, Lin Sheng couldn't help but asked curiously: "If it's not for your son's medical treatment, then who is it for?"

Han Zhihui seemed too lazy to pay attention to Lin Sheng and said nothing.

"It's definitely not your problem..." Han Zhihui didn't say anything, and Lin Sheng didn't mind, so he guessed: "...The person who allows you to hire a doctor from abroad is definitely not an ordinary person, and he definitely has a close relationship with you... The intersection is very deep..."