Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 135 A Blazing Name

The following Saturday, Ning Bishu and Mu Shanming got up around 7 a.m. Because they had slept on vegetarian food the night before, they felt refreshed. After washing up, they grabbed their fully charged phones and left early.

After breakfast, Ning Bishu called Di Guofeng. He then dropped Mu Shanming off at the entrance of the X Prefecture Public Security Bureau, where he met Di Guofeng. Ning Bishu didn't go inside with them, not wanting to see that idiot Song Xianxian again. After watching Mu Shanming and Di Guofeng enter the bureau, he turned and got into the same taxi, heading straight for the nursing home.

About twenty minutes later, he arrived at the entrance of the nursing home.

Ning Bishu banged on the nursing home gate. The security guard in the guardhouse reluctantly came out and immediately complained that Ning Bishu had arrived too early and wasn't wearing a mask.

Ning Bishu was too lazy to talk to him anymore, so he just asked the security guard to add him on WeChat and then sent him a 200 yuan red envelope.

The security guard immediately beamed and stopped talking about masks.

They didn't even let Ning Bishu register before letting this money-spraying boy go upstairs.

A short while later, Ning Bishu went upstairs and found the dean.

The dean had already heard that Young Master Ning had earned 200 million yuan and now had millions of fans online, so he immediately became enthusiastic, "So many people came to see your father the other day, why didn't you tell me sooner that Director Huang was your relative..."

Ning Bishu smiled faintly and was personally led by the dean to a private room on the third floor.

Pushing open the door, Ning Guoqiang was still asleep inside. The dean hurriedly explained, "I called your dad to get up for breakfast this morning, but he refused to get up."

"It's nothing." Ning Bishu nodded lightly, walked to Ning Guoqiang's side, and softly called out, "Dad."

Ning Guoqiang, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes groggily, and immediately woke up when he saw Ning Bishu.

"Ugh~ How come you..." His stroke-affected half of his face was out of control, and he drooled and slurred his words.

However, although……

Seeing Ning Guoqiang like this, Ning Bishu couldn't help but think of a line from a movie: "If he's like this, it'll be a waste of medicine to cure him."

"Don't get excited, don't get excited." Ning Bishu patted Ning Guoqiang's blanket.

Then, looking around, I saw that the room was filled with all sorts of gifts and tokens of appreciation from the "kind-hearted people" who had sent them over the past two days.

The mention of six nuclear bombs and "Old Prince's Milk" left Ning Bishu completely bewildered.

You're testing the waters, seeing how my family reacts first, right?
"Dean."

"what?"

“I don’t plan to let my dad live here anymore,” Ning Bishu said bluntly.

The director was immediately taken aback and said, feeling wronged, "Why? Isn't my place good? Your father lives in a single room here, it only costs three thousand yuan a month, which is very cheap! The aunties here are hardworking and careful, and they are very kind to the elderly!"

“That’s not the issue,” Ning Bishu said. “I want to send my father to a nursing home in the snowy mountains.”

Upon hearing this, the dean immediately lost his temper.

Snow Mountain Nursing Home is the best nursing home in X Prefecture, bar none.

The supporting facilities are designed to meet the standards of a top-tier tertiary hospital.

Moreover, the environment in the mountains is excellent.

There is also a 24-hour shuttle bus service directly to the Municipal People's Hospital.

Many city officials, even those without illness, like to stay there for a while after retirement. Next to the Xueshan Nursing Home, there's a dedicated senior activity center where groups of retired department-level officials often gather to boast and chat.

For the elderly in X state, the Snow Mountain Nursing Home is a paradise for retirement.

Those aren't places you can just live in if you have money—of course, these are just the wishful thinking of the old folks in the neighborhood who exaggerate the value of the Snow Mountain Nursing Home. In reality, of course, if you have money, you can live there!

It's just that elderly people from wealthy families rarely become immobile after a stroke. They usually receive the best treatment as soon as they show some symptoms, and they can be lively and energetic again in a week or two at most. So they don't need to go to the snow mountain for long-term recuperation at all.

For families like Ning Bishu's, even if the Snow Mountain Nursing Home were to open its doors to them, the exorbitant and long-term costs would be unaffordable. The cost of one month's stay at the Snow Mountain Nursing Home is roughly equivalent to six months' stay at a regular nursing home.

Therefore, high-income families cannot afford it, while low-income families cannot afford it.

It's no surprise that it eventually became a gathering place for retired cadres.

The dean naturally knew how awesome that place was.

However, given Ning Bishu's rumored net worth of "several hundred million," this expense is naturally insignificant.

She could only sigh and ask, "Are you leaving today?"

"Let me ask someone first." Ning Bishu picked up his phone, sat down by Ning Guoqiang's bed, and made a call to Zhang Long.

Zhang Long was still sleeping in.

But upon seeing the phone number, he instantly snapped to attention. "Boss! What's up?"

Ning Bishu said, "Please ask if there are any beds available at the Snow Mountain Nursing Home. If so, book them immediately. Also, please call an ambulance for me. I need to take my dad there today."

"Snow Mountain Nursing Home, right? Okay, okay, I'll ask right away." Zhang Long hung up the phone quickly.

I just got back yesterday afternoon, and after only one night's rest, I have to go out again.

His wife said unhappily, "Why are you so busy?"

Zhang Long said, "Nonsense! Do you think I earn two or three hundred thousand a year for free?"

His wife pouted and then fell silent.

Zhang Long's income level is already considered quite good among ordinary people.

Many of her college classmates haven't reached this salary level even after graduating for so many years.

Zhang Long was only a vocational high school graduate.

It's really not easy to get close to a big boss.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to "marry down"...

Zhang Long quickly got out of bed and, in less than ten minutes, was cleaned up, dressed neatly, and left the house.

Ning Bishu sat quietly in the room.

About half an hour later, an ambulance arrived at the entrance of the nursing home.

Zhang Long hurriedly got out of the car with his driver and helper. The three of them then ran upstairs. As soon as they entered the room, Zhang Long saw that it was full of things and asked Ning Bishu, "Boss, is there anything else the old man needs to pack?"

"No need, you don't need to bring anything except him." Ning Bishu said casually, without packing anything, and had Zhang Long and two other people hurriedly pack Ning Guoqiang, along with his bedding, and carry him downstairs.

They placed it on a stretcher and pushed it into the vehicle.

Ning Bishu then told the dean that he would finish the remaining procedures later, and then got into the car with Zhang Long.

The ambulance sped along the road.

Before long, we arrived at the city center of X state, on the only mountain with an altitude of over 200 meters.

After driving along the winding mountain road for more than ten minutes, passing two temples, a Taoist temple, and a three-star hotel, we arrived at the nursing home.

Zhang Long got out of the car and immediately went inside to call out the doctor on duty.

In less than half an hour, Ning Guoqiang became a new resident here.

Ning Bishu was called into the doctor's office, where he explained the expenses: "Here, the bed fee isn't expensive, only 3000 yuan a month. Then, rehabilitation treatment will cost an additional 3000 yuan per month. The food expenses are based on a standard of A, B, and C per month. The most expensive is 3000 yuan per month, which is 100 yuan per day for food. The cheaper options are 80 yuan per day and..."

"Let's go with the most expensive one," Ning Bishu said with a faint smile. "Anything else?"

"And then there's the nursing care fee," the doctor said. "We don't provide nursing care here; you'll have to find one yourself. You can also go outside and look around; those women sunbathing are older women who have been working here for a long time. They charge by the day, and you can negotiate the price with them yourself. There are also some other miscellaneous fees, such as extra heating or electricity, or treatment fees for minor colds, which will depend on the specific circumstances..."

"Okay." Ning Bishu nodded and asked, "Shall I pay now?"

“Okay,” the doctor said. “Or you can top up your account. We have our own app. Once you top up, we’ll automatically deduct the payment on the 10th of each month, and all the details will be displayed on the app.”

Ning Bishu didn't hesitate and immediately scanned a QR code posted on the doctor's desk to download the software.

He then jokingly remarked, "Doctor, it seems like you're also doing administrative work on the side?"

The doctor smiled faintly, "It's very quiet here. There aren't many real patients coming in each year. It's usually retired cadres who come to recuperate. There's even a small hot spring hotel on the mountaintop. You can go and experience it now; it's packed with people. Those old men are more energetic than I am, the doctor."

Ning Bishu chuckled upon hearing this, and after downloading the software, he immediately deposited 100,000 yuan.

The doctor opened the computer's backend and glanced at it, then turned to look at Ning Bishu, and couldn't help but smile: "Boss, with your abilities... how did your old man end up like this?"

"Stop talking, we've run into a quack." Ning Bishu complained directly.

The doctor dared not ask any more questions, but still kindly inquired, "How long has the old man been in stroke?"

“More than two years,” Ning Bishu said. “I’ve been taking care of her at home until now.”

"Oh..." The doctor thought for a moment and suggested, "After more than two years, there should still be a chance for recovery. Would you like me to introduce you to someone? You can come over now." Upon hearing this, Ning Bishu hesitated for a couple of seconds before immediately nodding and saying, "Sure, I have time today anyway."

"Okay! I'll call them right now!" The doctor hurriedly picked up his phone.

Ning Bishu walked out of the office at a leisurely pace and went to a platform where he could look down the mountain.

The view from this platform is excellent.

Looking down the mountain, you can see an entire neighborhood below.

Next to the platform, a group of women who looked to be in their thirties were sunbathing, chatting and laughing leisurely.

Ning Bishu guessed that they must be the caregivers the doctor had mentioned.

He turned to Zhang Long and said, "Brother Long, go ask them how much they charge per day."

Zhang Long nodded and went over to ask a few questions. Turning back, he told Ning Bishu, "The cheapest job is 200 yuan a day, only for daytime shifts, from 9 am to 8 pm. A full-day job is 350 yuan a day, and it's 6 days on, 1 day off. You also get paid on your day off. You'll have to pay extra for anyone who covers your day off."

Ning Bishu couldn't help but exclaim, "That's awesome?"

Zhang Long said, "They said they had nursing certificates."

“Damn…” Ning Bishu smiled and turned to look at the group of women.

Then he walked over, picked out a few at random, and called out to two people, saying, "You, and you, three hundred yuan a day, full-time shift, two people taking turns, you one day, she one day, starting today, settled every ten days, are you in or not?"

The two women, both quite fair-skinned, looked at each other, and one immediately spoke up: "The whole day's price is 350!"

Ning Bishu waved his hand dismissively, then turned to the other person and asked, "What about you? Are you in or out?"

"I..." the woman hesitated.

Ning Bishu turned around and instructed Zhang Long, "Go to the job market today and find two more..."

Before he could finish speaking, a chorus of shouts erupted from behind him.

Not only the two people Ning Bishu picked out, but everyone else also quickly spoke up.

"Do it! Do it!"

"Boss! I can do it!"

"Three hundred it is! Three hundred it is!"

"Boss, even with full-day shifts, we can't keep up with the rest. You'll need to find three people to take turns!"

"Screw you! Why can't you do it all yourself!"

"Boss, I can manage on my own!"

Ning Bishu turned his head, grinned, and said to Zhang Long, "Brother Long, pick two. You'll be directly in contact with them from now on."

"Okay!" Zhang Long nodded hurriedly.

Taking care of the old man is no ordinary job!

As Takenori Akagi aptly put it: Whoever controls the old man controls the game!

After giving his instructions, Ning Bishu left Zhang Long to face a group of screaming women and turned back to his office.

Back in the office, the doctor hurriedly said to Ning Bishu, "Mr. Ning, the person will be here soon."

Ning Bishu nodded and asked, "Is it an expert from which hospital?"

The doctor said, "They used to work at XX Hospital, but later went to work at a private hospital. But don't worry, this team is definitely not just throwing money away. Many leaders in X Prefecture go to them for treatment and rehabilitation of neurological and cardiovascular problems."

Ning Bishu asked, "With such a busy schedule, how can you manage?"

The doctor replied, "Mr. Ning, recovery is a long-term process. The attending physician won't come every day, but will come regularly to check on the recovery progress and adjust the treatment plan. Usually, a younger doctor will be assigned to come every day specifically to take charge of the treatment."

Ning Bishu nodded and then asked, "What about the cost?"

The doctor said, "Normally it's 300,000 a year. With their professional level, if there's no progress within a year, then the second year will also be..." He shook his head.

Ning Bishu nodded knowingly, "Give it a try."

The doctor said, "Yes, it's just a try, to put our minds at ease. But it's really a pity for the old man. If he had come a year earlier, his chances of recovery would have been much higher."

Ning Bishu remained silent.

One year earlier...

If he were to be reborn a year in the past, it's hard to say what the situation would be like. At the very least, he has absolutely no recollection of what happened in this world a year ago…

Moreover, it's highly likely that Tao Tao will never be seen again.

Mu Shanming and Chen Tingting also had mixed feelings...

Although I wouldn't say I can't live without them, fate is a complicated thing...

That's very mysterious.

Although the current situation is unfavorable to Ning Guoqiang, it seems to be the best possible outcome for Ning Bishu himself.

It is stable enough at present.

He could also freely explore other things.

and so……

Sacrifice one father, and the son will be happy for life...

No problem!!

As the filial son was thinking to himself, Zhang Long led two caregivers in and reported to Ning Bishu, "Boss, these are the two of them. This one is called Yao Qingmei, and this one is called Chu Qianqian."

Ning Bishu looked at the two caregivers and thought to herself that Zhang Long had a good eye for talent.

He was sturdy and had a decent appearance.

“Okay.” Ning Bishu nodded.

The two caregivers immediately beamed with joy.

"Don't worry, boss, we will definitely take good care of Grandpa!"

"We're very experienced, you can ask Dr. Pan if you don't believe me!"

"No need, don't make things difficult for Dr. Pan." Ning Bishu smiled at the doctor, "If it's okay, it's okay; if not, we'll change it."

Dr. Pan smiled without saying a word.

The two caregivers hurriedly tried to explain.

"Will not!"

"us……"

Ning Bishu waved his hand, "Alright, you guys can discuss how to schedule the shifts and how to pay each other. Just talk to Brother Long about it. Go out now."

Seeing that the boss was kicking them out, Yao Qingmei and Chu Qianqian had no choice but to reluctantly follow Zhang Long out.

The office fell silent, and Ning Bishu didn't try to make conversation with Dr. Pan.

He opened the app he had just downloaded and casually browsed through its official description.

As luck would have it, as I scrolled down, I suddenly came across a name so familiar it was almost blinding.

Developer: Huang Daoxian.

"Whoa...!" Ning Bishu shook his head.

People, you really have to rely on yourself...

Otherwise, if you don't have the ability, no matter how many people around you help you, you still won't be able to benefit from any of them.

A level 1 hero cannot use level 10 equipment.

Once you reach the maximum level, those amazing gear items will automatically appear.

Even if you want to refuse, it's not an option anymore...

(End of this chapter)