Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 428 - 426 Postoperative Complications

The man’s voice was indifferent, conveying an authority that didn’t need to be exerted much on her, even a bit languid, yet it still contained an intimidating force that demanded respect without anger.

Jiayi couldn’t help but halt her steps, grinding her teeth, "What is it now, Mr. Huo."

"Give me a massage." Four words, spoken without any shame, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Since he was already undressed, might as well relax a bit. The man loosened up his stiff arms, after all, it had been tough negotiating with Shangguan Xiong all night long.

Massage — massage!

Jiayi was startled.

"You’ve already had a child, embarrassed by a massage?" He quirked his lip slightly, had already turned around, and lay down at the edge of the bathtub.

The muscles on his back stretched out to an extreme degree, fierce, wild, and flawless, as if silently commanding her to start moving quickly.

Jiayi knew his temperament well; the more she tried to defy him, the less she would gain.

Forget it, she still hadn’t been paid the eight thousand yet!

All she could do was mutter to herself that she was now a maid...

Only by numbing herself in this way could she feel a bit better.

She walked over, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and placed her hands on the man’s solid biceps, starting to massage.

But to be honest, his physique was better maintained than she had ever anticipated...

He must be thirty years old, right?

At this age, though in the prime of youth, he was definitely no longer a seventeen or eighteen-year-old tender youngster.

She thought that even if he looked tall and robust, his muscles would at least be somewhat slack, but —

His muscles were very firm, not at all like the physique of an uncle, better maintained than those much younger.

Perhaps even too tense, likely due to quite a bit of stress.

But as one of the management, of course, he wouldn’t be under little pressure, appeasing superiors, dealing with subordinates, occasionally representing the company at dinner parties, attending social gatherings, bearing the risk of company scolding or even dismissal in case of negotiation failures...

Lost in such thoughts, the time passed more quickly for her.

The little woman’s soft hands felt like marshmallows, very comfortable, though a bit gentle in strength, it did not matter much.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes were half-closed as he enjoyed her massage until he finally stretched his upper limbs and turned over.

Jiayi knew he was done. She took two steps back, avoiding his gaze, fearing she might inadvertently see something in front that she should not, "Is that good?"

"You may go out and wait," the man commanded.

She took a deep breath and quickly fled.

Watching the little woman’s retreating figure, his brows slightly knit, but his eyes held a growing interest.

Was this little woman really someone who had given birth to a child?

He became increasingly skeptical; was Little Meatball really born from her womb?

In her, he only saw naivety, not a trace of the wear and tear of experience.

She was like an uncut gemstone, just beginning to take shape, naturally meant to be treasured privately in a man’s box.

He furrowed his brow, wondering if he had spent too much thought on this woman for one evening?

Perhaps he had drunk too much. Was his brain a bit off?

At this thought, his brow furrowed slightly, his gaze growing distant.

After all, back in America, the doctors had cautioned that during the post-operative recovery period, it was best to drink less.

The stimulant effects of alcohol on blood vessels can cause postoperative complications such as headaches and fuzzy consciousness.

Even if you have had a drink, you must sober up immediately, and have someone take care of you until you’re completely sober, to prevent dangerous symptoms of postoperative complications from appearing during drunkenness.

That’s why Sister Hui and Ade are always so anxious about their drinking.

But once you’re back in the business circles of China, exchanging toasts at banquets is an unavoidable courtesy.

Common western hangover cures would conflict with the postoperative medications he was taking, so Sister Hui prepared some traditional Chinese medicine for him to help with sobering up, all of which would not interact with the western medications he was on.

Fortunately, since each time he came down from the banquets, no problems had arisen.

He lifted his hand to his neck, a few centimeters up.

The area that had already grown hair would forever have a small scar.

That was a scar from the craniotomy.

Four years ago, the genetic disease Ginnes syndrome, inherited from his mother’s side of the family, almost took his life.

However, modern medicine has ultimately been illuminating and advanced.

After the craniotomy, the removal of the tumor in the subcutaneous nerves ahead of time, he narrowly escaped death, preemptively eliminating the root of the disease and avoiding the same fate as his birth mother, Mrs. Lan.

However, the most typical and common negative postoperative complication also manifested in him.

Post-surgery, the removal couldn’t keep pace with the accumulation of blood clots in the cranial nerve area, causing a series of postoperative complications later on.

A fuzzy consciousness, vast blanks in memory, and splitting headaches after being stimulated were the results.

Kevin’s opinion was that, under these circumstances, another supplementary debridement surgery could be done to thoroughly eliminate the postoperative blood clots.

Just like before any surgery, Kevin outlined the risks: the blood clots were concentrated in the nerve area, the risks were high, especially if it was a second craniotomy, it would be equivalent to a secondary trauma, and the danger coefficient would be much higher than the first.

The elder firmly disagreed; he couldn’t bear to see him go through another surgery.

If the blood clots were not cleared, at most, it would impact his life, but not threaten it.

But going through another surgery, no one could guarantee a one hundred percent chance of survival.

After weighing the options repeatedly, he also felt that it was not the right time to undergo the debridement surgery, so the issue was postponed.

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After closing the bathroom door, Jiayi leaned against the door panel, took several deep breaths, and finally steadied herself.

She couldn’t believe that she had actually spent so long in the bathroom with that man.

Looking down at her maid outfit, which was quite flimsy to begin with, she noticed it was splashed and wet in several spots.

Just as Jiayi thought about going downstairs to change clothes, the bathroom door creaked open.

Huo Zhenyang walked out in a white long bathrobe, a belt tied around his lean waist, his gaze falling on her.

The maid’s apron on the petite woman was thoroughly wet, clinging tightly to her body and revealing distinct and exquisite curves.

The man’s gaze slightly hardened.

Jiayi felt hundreds of rabbits jumping in her heart; just as her face had finally calmed down, it blushed furiously again, "Mr. Huo, the sobering soup is over there, you can drink it slowly, I’ll go downstairs and change clothes first."

It seemed he was already quite enjoying the pleasure of teasing this single mom, making her so bashfully exposed that she couldn’t hide, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Didn’t Sister Hui tell you that when I’m drunk, I must have someone by my side?"

His tone was slightly petulant and commanding.

Jiayi desperately wanted to throw a bowl of sobering soup in his face. Are you a three-year-old child? Do you need someone to stand by and watch you drink the soup?

Zaizai had stopped needing someone to look after him since last year, getting dressed and eating on his own. Aren’t you embarrassed?

Clearly, the man in front of her didn’t feel any shame and chose a comfortable position on the couch, lifting the soup to drink.