Chapter 15 King Juan’s Regret

Author: Tezcatripoca

Chapter 15 King Juan’s Regret

Yang Luo was lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

With the hospital gown on his body, the strong smell of disinfectant poured into his nose, making his mood get closer and closer to freezing point.

This is the ward of the "Sixth People's Hospital of Qingxia City". He was sent here by people from the company after he fell into coma more than ten days ago.

...Although he was paid a hospital fee in advance, Yang Luo didn't feel any gratitude to the company in his heart.

Quite the opposite - only intense hatred.

In addition, in a certain corner of my heart, there still remains the disbelief that I cannot understand the reality.

"……How did that happen?

"Why have I ended up in this situation?"

His eyes moved to the clivia on the window sill next to the hospital bed, and Yang Luo's mind became drowsy.

Because I had taken painkillers and pazopanib a few hours ago, the pain in my chest was not that obvious.

However, with each passing day, I can feel more clearly that my body is deteriorating at a faster rate.

If the operation is not performed as soon as possible, I am afraid that he will be dying soon.

But even if he undergoes surgery... he only has a few years to live.

Yang Luo smiled bitterly, and his eyes fell on his pillow again, where there was a mobile phone, which displayed the message that the team leader had sent to him a few days ago.

A voice message that he had already heard——

"The conditions we have here still work. Five."

The words are unclear.

But Yang Luo knew very well that this was the result of the other party leaving written evidence in order to avoid it.

Both he and the other party knew what it was talking about.

After so many days, Yang Luo had already figured it out.

The company has always regarded itself as a hard-working and uncomplaining beast.

People like the team leader, and HR Huang Cheng too, their actions are just a reflection of the company's intentions. Perhaps only this kind of people can adapt to the kindness and thrive in it.

As for himself... he's just a self-righteous clown.

In the past ten days, he recalled the scene in the conference room that day, and finally understood the intention behind the pen-holding gesture made by HR Huang Cheng at that time.

At that time, Huang Cheng was actually asking the team leader if he had secretly brought a voice recorder, but the team leader who knew him well shook his head and said that it was impossible for him to bring it.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Yang Luo showed a sarcastic smile, laughing at himself, at his own stupidity and ignorance.

After being treated as a burden by the company and being thrown away cleanly by it, Yang Luo completely understood that the so-called "home" and "family" were just his wishful thinking.

In this world, except for your hometown thousands of kilometers away, is there any place where you will not regard yourself as a burden at any time?

Laughing at his own naivety, Yang Luo's eyes were extremely gloomy.

However, at this moment, the phone screen lit up and a familiar phone call came.

——It’s my mother’s phone number.

Yang Luo grabbed the phone, looked at the name of the person on the other end of the call, paused for a long time, adjusted the expression on his face to look brighter, and then finally answered the call.

"Hey, Mom...

"No, I was working just now, ah yes...

"I will take care of myself, and you and Dad should also take care of themselves...

"I have nothing to do, really, nothing... I will let you and dad live a good life, um... I won't have a few words with dad, no, I'm too busy at work."

The phone was hung up.

Yang Luo's eyes became gray again.

He still didn't dare to tell his parents about his current situation, and he couldn't bear to let the hopes of his two elders for many years be shattered... Moreover, he didn't want them to have to work hard for themselves when they were over fifty.

Although he knew that after telling the truth, his parents would definitely sell the house they just bought in the county and bring half of their life savings to see him and treat him. But even if the operation was successful, he would only be able to live for one or two more years.

That's all.

Once a person with white hair gives a person with black hair, after he passes away, what should his parents do if they don’t have any savings left?

"...I can't cure my illness, but at least I have to leave some money to my parents so that they can spend their remaining years in peace after I die."

Holding the phone tightly, Yang Luo made up his mind.

At least now, we can’t be so depressed!

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In the next few days, Yang Luo started his own actions.

Although he is lying in a hospital bed, the Internet is now developed and people can communicate with each other even across the world, so he wants to use the current Internet public opinion to counterattack the company and make them pay a greater price to compensate him.

First, he posted a message on the intranet, hoping to resonate with other colleagues. However, all his corporate WeChat accounts have been blocked, and he no longer has access to the intranet. It seems that Shengyi had anticipated his move and made preparations in advance.

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Yang Luo was not discouraged, and then contacted the few colleagues with whom he had some communication outside of work through social software, hoping that they would help him voice his voice on the internal forum.

Those colleagues expressed their sympathy to him, but they were all fooled by his request.

Angry, Yang Luo questioned them, but found that he was blocked after just a few words. Only one of his colleagues was kinder and told him the reason:

"Yang Luo, when you were in the company, you were almost a top scorer. You worked overtime until three or four o'clock every night. Every year, your superiors used you as a benchmark to suppress the performance of others. So you are now terminally ill, and many people in the project feel that

You are 'seeking benevolence and receiving benevolence'.

"Moreover, there are network supervisors within the company, and they all know who owns which account. If I help you post on the intranet, you won't get any benefits, and you might even be fired, so why bother?"

Yang Luo suddenly realized.

Recalling his past, he no longer felt like blaming the colleague. He thanked him for speaking out, and the two parties completely broke off communication.

Thinking about his eight years of work experience, Yang Luo couldn't help but sigh.

Yes, Juan Wang... scab... When he saw this kind of evaluation on the Internet, he was still unconvinced. He was obviously working hard for his own happy life, why was he being ridiculed by others?

However, now that he is terminally ill and faced with such a situation, Yang Luo finally wakes up - no wonder others would comment on him like this. If he goes back and forth, it will only make the working environment worse and worse.

The past memories reappeared in his mind, and Yang Luo suddenly remembered that in the same month that he joined the server team of this project, a brother in the same team was fired.

The old man was already thirty-six years old at the time, and his skills were good, but he couldn't work overtime, and his work efficiency was only 80% of the average for his group.

Moreover, after his arrival, the work efficiency of the server group has further increased.

So, one day, he saw the old man walking out of the conference room with HR, packed up his things in silence, and left.

I remember the look in that old man’s eyes when he left.

Before packing up his things and leaving, the old man once took a look at himself.

His eyes were full of hatred and anger.

However, at that time, he didn't say anything, just turned his head and left the company.

Yang Luo noticed that look at that time, but at that time he didn't care and didn't feel any guilt.

At that time, he felt a little uncomfortable about it——

Your work efficiency is not high enough and you were fired. Why do you look at me like this?

——It’s not because you don’t work hard!

Thinking contemptuously, Yang Luo concentrated on his work again.

It was just a small thing at the time, and I thought I had forgotten it.

But now, on the sickbed, that look in my mind reappeared in my mind.

Looking back, it feels thrilling.

Yang Luo lay silently on the hospital bed, feeling deep regret in his heart.

If he could go back to that time, to the time when he had just transferred to another group, no, even when he had just joined Shenyi, he would definitely...

Yang Luo shook his head and smiled bitterly, - Now that things have happened, there is no regret medicine to take.

Now, he can only try to look forward and leave a fortune that can help his parents spend their old age.

So, throwing the regret out of his mind, Yang Luo started a new round of actions.
Chapter completed!