Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital-Chapter 362 - 333: Zhao Dad and Zhao Mom Binge-Watching Dramas (2)

Chapter 362: Chapter 333: Zhao Dad and Zhao Mom Binge-Watching Dramas (2)

Hearing Wang Yaoqing agree to invest without hesitation, Luo Ji gave him another look.

Say what you will, this decisive style is pretty impressive.

Not like some investors who make a small investment but want to see the script, insert actresses, and guarantee a return.

"Sounds good, sounds good."

Luo Ji nodded and said, with a hint of a smile on his face, unlike the previous gloominess.

He came to Zhao Heng to unwind, but unexpectedly landed a nice investment, instantly lifting Luo Ji’s mood.

With this five million as a base, adding a bit more would suffice to shoot a TV drama. Even if no other investment is brought in, he has enough money to invest himself.

Actually, even if this TV drama doesn’t air, as the director, Luo Ji has already earned his money, but he won’t get a share of the post-broadcast profits.

He doesn’t care about the money; he is just frustrated that a drama he poured his heart into might not air.

This meal lasted until ten o’clock, and before they left, Zhao Heng and Luo Ji set a time for meeting at the studio.

When he returned home, Zhao’s dad and mom were sitting on the couch watching TV, so engrossed that they didn’t notice Zhao Heng’s arrival.

"Dad, Mom, what are you watching that’s so good?"

Zhao Heng changed into slippers, sat on the sofa, and picked up a jujube from the fruit platter on the coffee table, took a bite and asked.

"Raging Storm, it’s very good, you should watch it too."

Zhao’s dad said casually.

Seeing how attentively the old couple was watching TV, comparable to the way they used to watch ’Return of the Pearl Princess,’ Zhao Heng couldn’t help himself and started watching too.

[Help me find Old Mo, tell him I want to eat fish.]

On the TV screen, Gao Qiqiang said this with a gloomy face to the person beside him.

At this moment, Zhao’s dad suddenly sighed.

"Dad, what’s wrong?"

It was the first time Zhao Heng saw his dad sighing while watching TV, so he asked, puzzled.

"Xiao Heng, how can a village director be so domineering?"

Zhao’s dad sighed and said.

"The domineering one should be Gao Qiqiang, always wanting to eat fish or something..."

Hearing his dad’s words, Zhao Heng asked, confused.

Yesterday at work, he heard people around him discussing, always mentioning "I want to eat fish," and today seeing this on TV, he finally understood what it was about.

"Xiao Heng, someone like Gao Qiqiang makes money not from ordinary folks, but this village director, he’s the one who’s bleeding the people dry."

Zhao’s dad said.

"Exactly, villagers see the director every day, how many big bosses do they get to meet?"

Zhao’s mom chimed in.

Hearing this, Zhao Heng suddenly realized that the village director is indeed more accessible to ordinary people in daily life.

Sometimes, the evil of minor officials is worse than a fierce tiger, and even more direct!

"Xiao Heng, if you become a director in the future, make sure not to become like that."

Zhao’s dad advised Zhao Heng.

"Dad, even if I become a director, it would be about treating patients, fundamentally different from that village director."

Hearing his dad’s words, Zhao Heng said with a bit of amusement.

"As long as you can lead people, you have power, and with power, you can do bad things, it’s the same everywhere."

Zhao’s dad waved his hand and said.

"Alright then."

Zhao Heng thought about it, and it seemed to be true, especially in Eastern Hospital, where becoming a department head allows you to do quite a bit.

Reaching the position of a director in a top tertiary hospital, one wouldn’t know how many people would come asking for help, whether it’s patient families seeking attention or equipment salesmen asking for orders.

Even now, with Zhao Heng’s reputation out, it’s not uncommon for various people to find him daily.

Of course, most of the time, Zhao Heng can’t see all those patients himself; he usually refers them to other doctors in the department.

Even so, what Zhao Heng says is highly trusted; in Eastern Hospital, and even the entire North City medical circle, Zhao Heng is now a celebrity!

"Xiao Heng, when do you plan to marry Man Ni?"

As Zhao Heng chatted with his dad, Zhao’s mom suddenly asked.

"Huh? Marriage, isn’t it too early? I’m just how old?"

Zhao Heng was caught off guard by the question; he is still young, not even considered middle-aged, let alone in his prime.

"You might be young, but Man Ni is not that young anymore."

Zhao’s mom reminded.

Although Xu Man Ni is a few years older than Zhao Heng, Zhao’s mom knows that such a daughter-in-law like Xu Man Ni, back in her hometown, would require one to be a major boss or leader to marry.

Now that Zhao Heng can find someone as beautiful as Xu Man Ni, who is also considerate and understanding with excellent qualities, Zhao’s mom is already very satisfied.

Thinking of the older bachelors back home who are in their forties and still single, Zhao’s mom believes her son should marry early and have children soon.

"I’ll think about it."

Zhao Heng said. Whether to marry or not is not a big issue for him, as he doesn’t have marriage phobia or the like.

"Don’t worry too much, young people nowadays rarely get married after just two months of dating."

Zhao’s dad said.

"Two months is still short; in our time, things were decided after just one meeting."

Unwilling to be refuted, Zhao’s mom countered.

"Why don’t you mention that during our time, having a bicycle was a big deal? What’s the requirement for getting married now?"

Zhao’s dad immediately retorted.

Since coming to North City, especially after running a stall, Zhao’s dad loves chatting with customers and nearby vendors during his free time, some of whom are local to North City.

Thus, Zhao’s dad is somewhat familiar with the marriage customs of North City locals.

"Dad, Mom, let me decide this matter myself. We’re not lacking in conditions now."

Zhao Heng said hopelessly as he saw his parents almost starting to argue.

Tides have changed; during Zhao’s dad and mom’s marriage, bicycles and watches were rare items. At that time, the top possessions were ’three turns and one sound’: a radio, bicycle, sewing machine, and watch, with better conditions including a camera.

Now, getting married without a car and house is almost embarrassing to mention.

In a place like North City, getting a car is manageable with tens of thousands, but a house?

The average office worker might have to fork out lifetime earnings to afford a house.

"Alright, as long as you know what you’re doing, the most important thing for a man is to have pride."

Zhao’s dad nodded and said.

His heart swelled with pride for Zhao Heng. In this lifetime, having raised such an outstanding son made him very content.

As parents, they knew that refraining from giving casual opinions or undue pressure was the greatest help they could provide their child.

It was because of Zhao’s dad’s educational philosophy that Zhao Heng turned out so independent, disciplined, and capable of being the backbone.

"Dad, I’m off tomorrow, let’s go check out the shop spaces together then."

At that moment, Zhao Heng remembered that he had promised to check potential shop spaces with his parents. Since he was off tomorrow, he planned to check them in the morning, learn how to shoot videos at Uncle Luo Ji’s studio in the afternoon, and spend the evening with Xu Man Ni.

He had meticulously planned a fulfilling day for tomorrow.

"Sounds great, actually, your mom and I already have one in mind, but we’re having trouble deciding. You can come and make the call."

Zhao’s dad said happily, and Zhao’s mom also looked content sitting beside him.

Having such a son, she felt incredibly satisfied this lifetime.

Back in her hometown, Zhao’s mom had heard too many cases of sons making it big and taking their parents to live in the city, only for the parents to return home shortly thereafter.

Though she harbored similar concerns back home, she now believed her son exceeded her expectations, having preemptively managed such issues.