Avoid detours, start by running a nursing home.

Chapter 39 Late

the next morning……

Well……

Zhang Yang woke up groggily, stretched, got up and drew the curtains.

shuh~

The dazzling sunlight streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ugh?

He stood by the window, blinked, and was a little stunned. Why was the sun so bright?

I quickly looked up and saw that the clock on the wall already pointed to seven o'clock...

"Damn it! I overslept!"

Zhang Yang slapped his forehead, only then remembering that he seemed to have heard his phone alarm ring when he was half asleep that morning.

I think I just pressed it casually, and I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes again it would already be seven o'clock.

"Oh no, if I'm late, all the management points I collected this morning will be gone!"

Zhang Yang frantically put on his clothes while muttering to himself.

I quickly got dressed, grabbed my toothbrush and towel, and headed straight for the bathroom.

After washing up, he was about to pack his things and leave when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the sulfur soap on the sink.

Um... never mind, maybe I should just take another good shower.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the expression on Li Xiaoyun's face yesterday.

With a wry smile, he put down his things and returned to the sink to wash his hands carefully.

He rubbed and kneaded his hands until every nook and cranny was covered in soap before turning on the tap to rinse them.

Humph~

After tidying up his personal hygiene, Zhang Yang rushed down the stairs in a great hurry.

I only managed to get 42 management points all day yesterday. If I didn't do this round this morning, I'm afraid I'll have lost more than ten points.

That's roughly a hundred yuan, how could he not be anxious?

The doors on the third floor were all open, and the same was true on the second floor.

Looking at the empty corridor and the open doors, Zhang Yang sighed.

I felt as depressed as when I was late for work and had my wages docked.

A few minutes later, downstairs in the cafeteria...

"Sorry, I overslept this morning," Zhang Yang said sheepishly, scratching his head as he walked up to Li Xiaoyun.

"It's okay, it's normal on the first day. Besides, you left even later than me last night."

Li Xiaoyun shook her head as she scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Gu Lao's mouth.

"How about I give it a try today?"

Zhang Yang looked at her and suddenly said, "Why don't you go and check on the other elderly people?"

Since we're already late anyway, why not just try to see if the management points will still increase without Li Xiaoyun around?

"Are you... sure you can do it?"

Li Xiaoyun was taken aback, and a hint of hesitation appeared on her face.

"Don't worry, I promise I'll be careful this time," Zhang Yang quickly reassured him, patting his chest.

"Let the young man give it a try," Old Gu chimed in from the side.

"……Oh well."

Li Xiaoyun thought for a moment, then handed the bowl of porridge to Zhang Yang: "The porridge isn't too hot now, but you only need to feed me about half a spoonful at a time..."

"Also, here's a towel. Remember to wipe it clean if it gets dirty by accident..."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy!"

Zhang Yang took the towel, nodded, and quickly found a stool to sit next to Gu Lao...

"Grandpa Gu, I'm so sorry I hurt you yesterday..."

Carefully scooping up half a spoonful of porridge, Zhang Yang, under Li Xiaoyun's watchful gaze, gently apologized as he brought the spoon to the old woman's lips.

gudu~

Due to the effects of the stroke, the elderly man also had some difficulty swallowing, and some porridge soup unconsciously dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang quickly picked up a towel and gently wiped her face.

"Hey, that little bit of pain is nothing. I've even been shot before."

The old man swallowed the rice porridge with difficulty, and at the end, he didn't forget to say a word of comfort to Zhang Yang.

"It must have hurt a lot back then, right?"

This time, sitting closer and concentrating, Zhang Yang was able to barely hear what the old man was saying.

"Of course, luckily it was only on the arm, otherwise we wouldn't have had to trouble you juniors today."

"Here, Grandpa Gu, have some porridge."

Zhang Yang continued to scoop a spoonful of porridge and bring it to the old man's lips: "Weren't you all sacrificed for us back then? Today it's our turn to take care of you..."

"Hehe, this young man has quite a high level of awareness."

"Of course, absolutely."

The old man and the child started chatting while the old man fed the child porridge.

Li Xiaoyun observed silently for a while, and seeing that Zhang Yang was not in any major problems, she turned and left.

The caregivers on the early shift are upstairs helping the elderly tidy up their bedding and other things; the weather's nice, so they're taking it out to air it.

With Zhang Yang helping out here, she can go and take care of Old Mrs. Zhang.

A dozen minutes later, after feeding the old man a bowl of porridge, Zhang Yang, who had nothing else to do, pushed the old man outside to walk around on the lawn.

Get some sunshine, and while you're at it, help the elderly get out of their wheelchairs and try to walk a few more steps to get some exercise.

Once the exercise is nearly complete, push the elderly person around to see where there are many people, listen to where people are talking about national affairs, and chime in with a few words.

However, Zhang Yang dared not make any more profound remarks this time. After all, while it felt good to talk, his popularity dropped afterward, which he really couldn't stand.

So this time he's playing the straight man.

The main strategy is to avoid offending either side, and whatever you say, he'll just agree and say "yes, you're right!"

After going around once, although it wasn't much, he did manage to gain some goodwill.

Apart from a few familiar elderly people, everyone else was also close to 50 o'clock.

They wandered around for a while until about nine o'clock, when Li Xiaoyun finally finished her work and came over.

After handing the old book over to her, Zhang Yang returned to his office and called Director Liu Jing.

The main issues are hiring caregivers for nursing homes and discussing my future plans to start a private kitchen.

One reason is to ask if they can help, and the other is to see if it will conflict with the original agreement.

The caregiver issue was easy to handle; after the conversation ended, Liu Jing readily agreed to help inquire.

However, there's no guarantee that we can find her. We can only say that we'll try asking around in other systems, such as hospitals or neighborhood committees, to see if there are any suitable candidates.

As for the matter of cooking at home, she was rather cautious and did not answer immediately, but said that she needed to find out more about the situation first.

After all, it involved a house worth hundreds of millions, so she didn't dare to make any promises casually.

After chatting for a few minutes and expressing his gratitude again, Zhang Yang hung up the phone and got up, preparing to go downstairs to the kitchen to practice his knife skills.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Li Xiaoyun walking over.

The young girl was initially dismissive of the new dean's young age, but seeing Zhang Yang busy with various tasks these past two days has moved her.

She didn't know that Zhang Yang's main purpose was at least half to improve his favorability and management points; she thought she had met a hands-on, good leader.

So, while feeling touched, I also started thinking about how to better help my boss.

And that's how they came knocking on our door.

"Dean, didn't you say last time that you wanted to learn first aid?"

"I happen to have some free time now, how about I teach you?"