Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1148 - 1123: An Indescribable Feeling
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Right then, Zhao Ziwei’s primary physician stepped into the room, spotted Ye Chen, and grinned, "Mr. Ye, congratulations, Miss Zhao’s face has recovered remarkably well—far beyond what we anticipated."
"Indeed, Ziwei just brought it up, and I felt both shocked and thrilled," Ye Chen responded.
"Mr. Ye, what exactly have you been giving Miss Zhao lately? We’d love to study it and offer similar care to other patients in her situation," the doctor inquired with a smile.
Hearing those words, a flicker of worry stirred in Ye Chen; the very issue he dreaded had come to pass.
The Beauty Enhancement Pill’s power proved overwhelmingly potent—a tiny portion yielded such stunning results.
This spelled trouble; it had undoubtedly sparked the doctor’s doubts.
Ye Chen absolutely couldn’t reveal it stemmed from the Beauty Enhancement Pill, lest the whole secret unravel.
Noticing Ye Chen’s silence, the doctor shifted to Zhao Ziwei and probed, "Miss Zhao, have you consumed anything unusual lately?"
"No, just the standard hospital cafeteria meals," Zhao Ziwei replied cheerfully.
"That’s odd. Typically, two days wouldn’t suffice for such rapid healing, particularly for severe injuries like yours that resist recovery," the doctor remarked in disbelief.
"I figure it’s thanks to your superb skills and the perfect treatment strategy that Ziwei healed so swiftly," Ye Chen commented casually.
He had to usher the doctor away fast; endless queries left him clueless on how to reply.
Though lingering skepticism clouded the doctor’s face, Ye Chen’s flattery brought him evident joy.
At that point, a nurse entered, holding the medications.
"Miss Zhao, time for your medicine."
Zhao Ziwei complied eagerly now, unlike her former reluctance.
Hope now filled her; she recognized the meds aided her facial scars’ mending.
"Miss Zhao, I’ll leave you be. Call me if you need anything," the doctor said smilingly.
"Alright, go handle your work," Zhao Ziwei nodded in agreement.
Once the doctor departed, Ye Chen eyed the nurse and stated, "Miss Nurse, pass me the medicine—I’ll take it from here, and you can resume your tasks."
The nurse passed the meds to Ye Chen before exiting promptly.
As both the doctor and nurse vacated the room, Ye Chen exhaled deeply, grateful he’d narrowly avoided slipping up.
"Ziwei, hold on—I’ll fetch some water for you," Ye Chen offered.
Gazing at Ye Chen’s bustling figure, Zhao Ziwei sensed a surge of warmth in her chest.
Men prioritized looks, after all; she’d assumed her disfigurement would deter Ye Chen from visiting.
Yet since the accident, he’d shown up daily, deeply moving her.
Ye Chen pulled the Beauty Enhancement Pill from his pocket, snapped off a small fragment, and offered it to Zhao Ziwei with the pills.
"Ziwei, take your meds quick—look how superbly your injuries are mending."
"Yeah, Ye Chen, I’m over the moon! I feared lifelong disfigurement and hiding from the world, but heaven took mercy, letting me heal bit by bit," Zhao Ziwei exclaimed with excitement.
"Right, keep your spirits high—it aids healing, got it?" Ye Chen urged caringly.
"Got it, no worries," Zhao Ziwei assured with a grin.
She then glanced at Ye Chen and added, "Ye Chen, Mom visited yesterday. The hospital’s quite distant from home—could you phone her and say no need to visit anymore?"
"Sure, no issue." Ye Chen agreed, then grabbed his phone to call Mrs. Zhao.
"Auntie, I’m here with Ziwei, so skip the hospital trip. Rest easy," Ye Chen conveyed.
Yet Mrs. Zhao countered, "Ye Chen, Ziwei dislikes the hospital grub, so I cooked her fave dishes and planned to deliver them."
At her mom’s mention of beloved foods, Zhao Ziwei’s eyes sparkled.
Hospital fare paled blandly against Mom’s home cooking.
Noting her eager look, Ye Chen chuckled, "Auntie, stay put at home—I’ll swing by and grab it."
"Perfect, Ye Chen—thanks for the hassle," Mrs. Zhao replied swiftly.
"No hassle at all, just a short drive."
After ending the call, he turned to Zhao Ziwei: "You little glutton, I’m off to fetch your grub—hang tight, alright?"
Zhao Ziwei nodded happily, eyes following Ye Chen’s retreating form.
This guy pampered her endlessly; she resolved to claim him as her boyfriend.
Ye Chen arrived by car at the residential area where Zhao Ziwei resided, pulled up at the gate, and headed up the stairs.
After tapping lightly on the door several times, Mrs. Zhao swung it open with a warm smile and said, "Ye Chen, you got here so fast; the dishes aren't done cooking yet."
"No worries, take your time, there's no hurry," Ye Chen replied, smiling.
"Okay, then please sit down for a moment," Mrs. Zhao responded with a smile before heading back to the kitchen.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable and idle on the sofa, Ye Chen stepped into the kitchen and offered, "Auntie, let me give you a hand; we'll finish quicker this way."
"That wouldn't be right! You're our guest—how could I make you do chores?" Mrs. Zhao protested, her brows furrowing.
"It's fine, Auntie; no need to stand on ceremony with me."
While saying this, Ye Chen began washing the vegetables, his hands moving with practiced ease.
"Ye Chen, do you cook by yourself at home often?"
From the fluid way Ye Chen handled the task, Mrs. Zhao could tell he was no stranger to the kitchen.
Ye Chen chuckled to himself upon hearing that; for one thing, he didn't live alone, and for another, whenever he felt hungry, servants at home would whip up meals—no need for him to lift a finger.
Naturally, Ye Chen kept the truth to himself and instead grinned, saying, "Occasionally at home, I whip up simple stuff, just enough to satisfy my hunger."
"That's impressive, really good," Mrs. Zhao approved with a nod.
She then gazed at Ye Chen and continued, "Ziwei's father left us when she was little, leaving just the two of us to depend on each other, so she's always craved a sense of security."
With a heavy sigh, she added, "I can't stay by her side forever. I hope someone steps in to look after her in my stead. Ziwei likes you—I see it even if she hasn't said a word. What are your feelings toward her?"
Caught off guard by Mrs. Zhao's question, Ye Chen found himself at a loss for words.
His emotions toward Zhao Ziwei remained unclear to him right now; perhaps it stemmed from how the girl had chosen to take the hit herself rather than see him hurt, which had deeply moved him.
Gratitude was all he felt for Zhao Ziwei; sure, he talked about caring for her, but it wasn't romantic love—just a lingering guilt deep inside.