Chapter 112: 112 – Dr. Gordon Reappears
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When Ren woke up, he found Fang's anxious face poring over him, and Dr. Gordon and Steward Paul hovering in the background.
Not this again, Ren thought wryly.
"What happened?" he asked, and to his dismay, he found that his voice was rather hoarse.
"You fainted, you delicate flower," Dr. Gordon replied in his usual acerbic style. "You will give Fang a head full of grey hair before he becomes old enough to get married to you with your current physique! Now that you are learning medicine yourself, and I'm told that you are something of a genius in the medical field yourself – shouldn't you at least take the basic care of your own body? How will you treat other people when you are so fragile yourself?"
Ren stuck out his tongue childishly at Dr. Gordon. "I am perfectly normal," he said. "Just a little low on stamina, maybe. But Fang makes me eat healthy food and exercise regularly!" His voice turned into a mix of defensive and complaining as he spoke. After all, everyone who knew Ren well also knew that the great Chairman Ren had two biggest enemies – healthy food and exercise!
Dr. Gordon rolled his eyes, predictably. "I want to whack you like a misbehaving kid," he murmured.
Ren grabbed Fang's arm immediately. "Fang! Save me!" he cried in an exaggerated manner, making everyone burst out laughing.
Dr. Gordon smirked evilly. "How about I prescribe a few nice injections for you instead of tablets and capsules, O Great Chairman Ren? After all, you often forget to take the pills, don't you?" he threatened.
Ren tried to make himself into a small ball and hide behind Fang. And he complained to Fang in a small voice, "Fang, Dr. Gordon is bullying your Ren!"
Fang sighed helplessly, caught between anxiety and amusement. How could he not know that the major reason for all this playacting from Ren and Dr. Gordon was for his benefit and to make him let go of his worries?
"But you do forget to take your pills more often than not, love," Fang said to Ren, putting his arm around Ren's thin shoulders and embracing him protectively. "Won't it be better if we simply gave you injections instead?" he teased.
Ren wailed in protest.
Of course, they all knew that no one would give Ren an injection unless things got serious and there was no other alternative. They knew that Ren didn't like needles – it was quite ironic, actually.
Fang caressed Ren's face with gentle fingers. "How are you feeling now?" he asked softly.
"Fit as a fiddle," Ren said immediately. "I don't need any injections!"
Dr. Gordon rolled his eyes. "I'll give the big kid some multivitamins for now," he said to Fang. "He should be fine with a bit of rest – but if he develops a fever during the night, call me immediately."
Fang nodded.
Steward Paul chose to speak up then. "If I may suggest, why don't to stay the night, Gordon? It's already gotten quite late," he said.
Dr. Gordon thought for a moment. "All right, that sounds good," he said. "I'll be your guest, then."
"Steward Paul, could you also have someone pick up Dr. Gordon's car from SIMS?" Fang asked.
"Already done, Young Master Fang," Steward Paul replied.
"Great, thank you," Fang replied politely, very grateful for the competent steward who got things done without him even needing to ask!
Fang turned to Dr. Gordon. "What should Ren have for dinner?" he asked.
Dr. Gordon smirked. "Feed him a light broth or something," he said. "And make sure he eats some steamed vegetables as well."
Ren howled in protest!
"All right, all right, stop crying like a little baby," Dr. Gordon told him. "Even your little daughter and your fur babies don't make as much of a fuss as you do, honestly!" He turned to Fang. "Give him something easy to digest, but nutritious. There's no dietary restriction as such for the moment," he said.
Ren heaved a sigh of relief.
"I will make arrangements for your meal, Master Ren and Young Master Fang," Steward Paul said. "You can rest for a while. I will send Chef Jules with the food in a bit."
"Thank you, Steward Paul," Fang said gratefully.
Steward Paul smiled at the young couple and led Dr. Gordon out.
Fang eyed Ren worriedly. "How are you feeling, really?" he asked softly.
Ren smiled at patted his young fiancé on the arm to reassure him. "I'm all right," he said. "Just a bit tired. I'll be fine after some sleep."
"I'm sorry," Fang said guiltily.
Ren raised an eyebrow. "What for? You didn't do anything wrong," he said.
Fang flushed. "I – I should have been gentler," he murmured.
Ren huffed and rolled his eyes. Then he looked around and saw no sign of their four babies, which was unusual.
"What time is it?" he asked Fang. "Are the babies asleep?"
Fang nodded. "You've been out for a few hours now," he said. "They were very worried, but Dr. Gordon pacified them and told them that it's best to let you sleep for a while, and they should go to sleep as well. So I tucked them in."
"Oh, good," Ren said, relieved. Careless as he was about his own schedule, he was quite particular about the babies sticking to their bed time! It amused everyone to no end.
Fang peered closely at Ren's face.
Ren raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you enchanted by my beauty, my big darling?" he asked in a teasing voice.
Fang sighed and caressed Ren's face again. "Are you really all right, love?" he asked softly. "Is your magic stable? Are you feeling any discomfort anywhere?"
Ren sighed. "Don't worry so much, my big darling," he said gently. "My heart will ache if your gorgeous hair really turns grey before we get married."
Fang shot him a mild glare. "Even if I go grey before I turn twenty one, you still have to marry me!" he warned.
Ren chuckled. "Of course I'll marry you, no matter whether you go grey or blue or pink or rainbow," he said. "Who will I marry if not my beautiful and perfect Fang?" And then his eyes sparkled. "So – when you say twenty one – are you telling me that we should get married when you turn twenty one?" he asked eagerly.
Fang nodded shyly. He felt it would be appropriate to do so – he was sure that by then, the two of them would have finished medical school and started working properly as full fledged doctors. And that would be a good time to get married, wouldn't it? Fang didn't want to get married while they were still studying, after all.
Ren beamed at him. "All right, then – that sounds great!" he said happily. "Where do you want to get married? Should we buy an island? I want to give you the grandest wedding ever and I want the whole world to know when I'm marrying my beautiful Fang!" he declared.
Fang opened his mouth to protest, but then decided to put it off for later. There was plenty of time to discuss this later, and he most definitely wouldn't let Ren squander half his wealth on their wedding! Buying an island, really!
Ren could see that Fang was barely restraining himself from arguing with him, and he smiled to himself. He had actually mentioned buying an island just now to distract Fang and to get him out of his gloomy mood – but then, thinking back on it, it was actually not a bad idea to buy an island, right? They could go to their private island for a vacation any time they wanted for a holiday when they didn't want to be disturbed by any one. It would be a truly relaxing holiday, then, wouldn't it?
Fang could see the gears turning in Ren's head as the latter was thinking about the benefits of owning a private island, and Fang immediately decided that he needed to warn Pax that Ren may randomly ask to buy an island, and if he did so, Pax was to turn him down firmly! And, as it turned out, two days later, CEO Pax really did get a call from Ren asking about private islands and to find him a suitable one to buy.
Pax made some excuses to Ren and told him that they didn't have the budget to buy an island at the moment. Which, in turn, made Ren worry about the current state of their company, and he ended up spending the entire weekend in Sirocco's office cooped up with Pax and buried in paperwork for almost two months (much to the chagrin of Fang, who was the unwitting cause of this sudden desire on part of Ren to earn a lot of money) – and the projects and deals that came out of these super productive weekends earned them enough profits in the next two months to buy fifty private islands, let alone one.
Even Fang couldn't argue with the acquisition of a private island after that!
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When Ren woke up, he found Fang's anxious face poring over him, and Dr. Gordon and Steward Paul hovering in the background.
Not this again, Ren thought wryly.
"What happened?" he asked, and to his dismay, he found that his voice was rather hoarse.
"You fainted, you delicate flower," Dr. Gordon replied in his usual acerbic style. "You will give Fang a head full of grey hair before he becomes old enough to get married to you with your current physique! Now that you are learning medicine yourself, and I'm told that you are something of a genius in the medical field yourself – shouldn't you at least take the basic care of your own body? How will you treat other people when you are so fragile yourself?"
Ren stuck out his tongue childishly at Dr. Gordon. "I am perfectly normal," he said. "Just a little low on stamina, maybe. But Fang makes me eat healthy food and exercise regularly!" His voice turned into a mix of defensive and complaining as he spoke. After all, everyone who knew Ren well also knew that the great Chairman Ren had two biggest enemies – healthy food and exercise!
Dr. Gordon rolled his eyes, predictably. "I want to whack you like a misbehaving kid," he murmured.
Ren grabbed Fang's arm immediately. "Fang! Save me!" he cried in an exaggerated manner, making everyone burst out laughing.
Dr. Gordon smirked evilly. "How about I prescribe a few nice injections for you instead of tablets and capsules, O Great Chairman Ren? After all, you often forget to take the pills, don't you?" he threatened.
Ren tried to make himself into a small ball and hide behind Fang. And he complained to Fang in a small voice, "Fang, Dr. Gordon is bullying your Ren!"
Fang sighed helplessly, caught between anxiety and amusement. How could he not know that the major reason for all this playacting from Ren and Dr. Gordon was for his benefit and to make him let go of his worries?
"But you do forget to take your pills more often than not, love," Fang said to Ren, putting his arm around Ren's thin shoulders and embracing him protectively. "Won't it be better if we simply gave you injections instead?" he teased.
Ren wailed in protest.
Of course, they all knew that no one would give Ren an injection unless things got serious and there was no other alternative. They knew that Ren didn't like needles – it was quite ironic, actually.
Fang caressed Ren's face with gentle fingers. "How are you feeling now?" he asked softly.
"Fit as a fiddle," Ren said immediately. "I don't need any injections!"
Dr. Gordon rolled his eyes. "I'll give the big kid some multivitamins for now," he said to Fang. "He should be fine with a bit of rest – but if he develops a fever during the night, call me immediately."
Fang nodded.
Steward Paul chose to speak up then. "If I may suggest, why don't to stay the night, Gordon? It's already gotten quite late," he said.
Dr. Gordon thought for a moment. "All right, that sounds good," he said. "I'll be your guest, then."
"Steward Paul, could you also have someone pick up Dr. Gordon's car from SIMS?" Fang asked.
"Already done, Young Master Fang," Steward Paul replied.
"Great, thank you," Fang replied politely, very grateful for the competent steward who got things done without him even needing to ask!
Fang turned to Dr. Gordon. "What should Ren have for dinner?" he asked.
Dr. Gordon smirked. "Feed him a light broth or something," he said. "And make sure he eats some steamed vegetables as well."
Ren howled in protest!
"All right, all right, stop crying like a little baby," Dr. Gordon told him. "Even your little daughter and your fur babies don't make as much of a fuss as you do, honestly!" He turned to Fang. "Give him something easy to digest, but nutritious. There's no dietary restriction as such for the moment," he said.
Ren heaved a sigh of relief.
"I will make arrangements for your meal, Master Ren and Young Master Fang," Steward Paul said. "You can rest for a while. I will send Chef Jules with the food in a bit."
"Thank you, Steward Paul," Fang said gratefully.
Steward Paul smiled at the young couple and led Dr. Gordon out.
Fang eyed Ren worriedly. "How are you feeling, really?" he asked softly.
Ren smiled at patted his young fiancé on the arm to reassure him. "I'm all right," he said. "Just a bit tired. I'll be fine after some sleep."
"I'm sorry," Fang said guiltily.
Ren raised an eyebrow. "What for? You didn't do anything wrong," he said.
Fang flushed. "I – I should have been gentler," he murmured.
Ren huffed and rolled his eyes. Then he looked around and saw no sign of their four babies, which was unusual.
"What time is it?" he asked Fang. "Are the babies asleep?"
Fang nodded. "You've been out for a few hours now," he said. "They were very worried, but Dr. Gordon pacified them and told them that it's best to let you sleep for a while, and they should go to sleep as well. So I tucked them in."
"Oh, good," Ren said, relieved. Careless as he was about his own schedule, he was quite particular about the babies sticking to their bed time! It amused everyone to no end.
Fang peered closely at Ren's face.
Ren raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you enchanted by my beauty, my big darling?" he asked in a teasing voice.
Fang sighed and caressed Ren's face again. "Are you really all right, love?" he asked softly. "Is your magic stable? Are you feeling any discomfort anywhere?"
Ren sighed. "Don't worry so much, my big darling," he said gently. "My heart will ache if your gorgeous hair really turns grey before we get married."
Fang shot him a mild glare. "Even if I go grey before I turn twenty one, you still have to marry me!" he warned.
Ren chuckled. "Of course I'll marry you, no matter whether you go grey or blue or pink or rainbow," he said. "Who will I marry if not my beautiful and perfect Fang?" And then his eyes sparkled. "So – when you say twenty one – are you telling me that we should get married when you turn twenty one?" he asked eagerly.
Fang nodded shyly. He felt it would be appropriate to do so – he was sure that by then, the two of them would have finished medical school and started working properly as full fledged doctors. And that would be a good time to get married, wouldn't it? Fang didn't want to get married while they were still studying, after all.
Ren beamed at him. "All right, then – that sounds great!" he said happily. "Where do you want to get married? Should we buy an island? I want to give you the grandest wedding ever and I want the whole world to know when I'm marrying my beautiful Fang!" he declared.
Fang opened his mouth to protest, but then decided to put it off for later. There was plenty of time to discuss this later, and he most definitely wouldn't let Ren squander half his wealth on their wedding! Buying an island, really!
Ren could see that Fang was barely restraining himself from arguing with him, and he smiled to himself. He had actually mentioned buying an island just now to distract Fang and to get him out of his gloomy mood – but then, thinking back on it, it was actually not a bad idea to buy an island, right? They could go to their private island for a vacation any time they wanted for a holiday when they didn't want to be disturbed by any one. It would be a truly relaxing holiday, then, wouldn't it?
Fang could see the gears turning in Ren's head as the latter was thinking about the benefits of owning a private island, and Fang immediately decided that he needed to warn Pax that Ren may randomly ask to buy an island, and if he did so, Pax was to turn him down firmly! And, as it turned out, two days later, CEO Pax really did get a call from Ren asking about private islands and to find him a suitable one to buy.
Pax made some excuses to Ren and told him that they didn't have the budget to buy an island at the moment. Which, in turn, made Ren worry about the current state of their company, and he ended up spending the entire weekend in Sirocco's office cooped up with Pax and buried in paperwork for almost two months (much to the chagrin of Fang, who was the unwitting cause of this sudden desire on part of Ren to earn a lot of money) – and the projects and deals that came out of these super productive weekends earned them enough profits in the next two months to buy fifty private islands, let alone one.
Even Fang couldn't argue with the acquisition of a private island after that!
When Ren woke up, he found Fang's anxious face poring over him, and Dr. Gordon and Steward Paul hovering in the background.Not this again, Ren thought wryly."What happened?" he asked, and to his dismay, he found that his voice was rather hoarse."You fainted, you delicate flower," Dr. Gordon replied in his usual acerbic style. "You will give Fang a head full of grey hair before he becomes old enough to get married to you with your current physique! Now that you are learning medicine yourself, and I'm told that you are something of a genius in the medical field yourself shouldn't you at least take the basic care of your own body? How will you treat other people when you are so fragile yourself?"Ren stuck out his tongue childishly at Dr. Gordon. "I am perfectly normal," he said. "Just a little low on stamina, maybe. But Fang makes me eat healthy food and exercise regularly!" His voice turned into a mix of defensive and complaining as he spoke. After all, everyone who knew Ren well also knew that the great Chairman Ren had two biggest enemies healthy food and exercise!Dr. Gordon rolled his eyes, predictably. "I want to whack you like a misbehaving kid," he murmured.Ren grabbed Fang's arm immediately. "Fang! Save me!" he cried in an exaggerated manner, making everyone burst out laughing.Dr. Gordon smirked evilly. "How about I prescribe a few nice injections for you instead of tablets and capsules, O Great Chairman Ren? After all, you often forget to take the pills, don't you?" he threatened.Ren tried to make himself into a small ball and hide behind Fang. And he complained to Fang in a small voice, "Fang, Dr. Gordon is bullying your Ren!"Fang sighed helplessly, caught between anxiety and amusement. How could he not know that the major reason for all this playacting from Ren and Dr. Gordon was for his benefit and to make him let go of his worries?"But you do forget to take your pills more often than not, love," Fang said to Ren, putting his arm around Ren's thin shoulders and embracing him protectively. "Won't it be better if we simply gave you injections instead?" he teased.Ren wailed in protest.Of course, they all knew that no one would give Ren an injection unless things got serious and there was no other alternative. They knew that Ren didn't like needles it was quite ironic, actually.Fang caressed Ren's face with gentle fingers. "How are you feeling now?" he asked softly."Fit as a fiddle," Ren said immediately. "I don't need any injections!"Dr. Gordon rolled his eyes. "I'll give the big kid some multivitamins for now," he said to Fang. "He should be fine with a bit of rest but if he develops a fever during the night, call me immediately."Fang nodded.Steward Paul chose to speak up then. "If I may suggest, why don't to stay the night, Gordon? It's already gotten quite late," he said.Dr. Gordon thought for a moment. "All right, that sounds good," he said. "I'll be your guest, then.""Steward Paul, could you also have someone pick up Dr. Gordon's car from SIMS?" Fang asked."Already done, Young Master Fang," Steward Paul replied."Great, thank you," Fang replied politely, very grateful for the competent steward who got things done without him even needing to ask!Fang turned to Dr. Gordon. "What should Ren have for dinner?" he asked.Dr. Gordon smirked. "Feed him a light broth or something," he said. "And make sure he eats some steamed vegetables as well."Ren howled in protest!"All right, all right, stop crying like a little baby," Dr. Gordon told him. "Even your little daughter and your fur babies don't make as much of a fuss as you do, honestly!" He turned to Fang. "Give him something easy to digest, but nutritious. There's no dietary restriction as such for the moment," he said.Ren heaved a sigh of relief."I will make arrangements for your meal, Master Ren and Young Master Fang," Steward Paul said. "You can rest for a while. I will send Chef Jules with the food in a bit.""Thank you, Steward Paul," Fang said gratefully.Steward Paul smiled at the young couple and led Dr. Gordon out.Fang eyed Ren worriedly. "How are you feeling, really?" he asked softly.Ren smiled at patted his young fianc on the arm to reassure him. "I'm all right," he said. "Just a bit tired. I'll be fine after some sleep.""I'm sorry," Fang said guiltily.Ren raised an eyebrow. "What for? You didn't do anything wrong," he said.Fang flushed. "I I should have been gentler," he murmured.Ren huffed and rolled his eyes. Then he looked around and saw no sign of their four babies, which was unusual."What time is it?" he asked Fang. "Are the babies asleep?"Fang nodded. "You've been out for a few hours now," he said. "They were very worried, but Dr. Gordon pacified them and told them that it's best to let you sleep for a while, and they should go to sleep as well. So I tucked them in.""Oh, good," Ren said, relieved. Careless as he was about his own schedule, he was quite particular about the babies sticking to their bed time! It amused everyone to no end.Fang peered closely at Ren's face.Ren raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you enchanted by my beauty, my big darling?" he asked in a teasing voice.Fang sighed and caressed Ren's face again. "Are you really all right, love?" he asked softly. "Is your magic stable? Are you feeling any discomfort anywhere?"Ren sighed. "Don't worry so much, my big darling," he said gently. "My heart will ache if your gorgeous hair really turns grey before we get married."Fang shot him a mild glare. "Even if I go grey before I turn twenty one, you still have to marry me!" he warned.Ren chuckled. "Of course I'll marry you, no matter whether you go grey or blue or pink or rainbow," he said. "Who will I marry if not my beautiful and perfect Fang?" And then his eyes sparkled. "So when you say twenty one are you telling me that we should get married when you turn twenty one?" he asked eagerly.Fang nodded shyly. He felt it would be appropriate to do so he was sure that by then, the two of them would have finished medical school and started working properly as full fledged doctors. And that would be a good time to get married, wouldn't it? Fang didn't want to get married while they were still studying, after all.Ren beamed at him. "All right, then that sounds great!" he said happily. "Where do you want to get married? Should we buy an island? I want to give you the grandest wedding ever and I want the whole world to know when I'm marrying my beautiful Fang!" he declared.Fang opened his mouth to protest, but then decided to put it off for later. There was plenty of time to discuss this later, and he most definitely wouldn't let Ren squander half his wealth on their wedding! Buying an island, really!Ren could see that Fang was barely restraining himself from arguing with him, and he smiled to himself. He had actually mentioned buying an island just now to distract Fang and to get him out of his gloomy mood but then, thinking back on it, it was actually not a bad idea to buy an island, right? They could go to their private island for a vacation any time they wanted for a holiday when they didn't want to be disturbed by any one. It would be a truly relaxing holiday, then, wouldn't it?Fang could see the gears turning in Ren's head as the latter was thinking about the benefits of owning a private island, and Fang immediately decided that he needed to warn Pax that Ren may randomly ask to buy an island, and if he did so, Pax was to turn him down firmly! And, as it turned out, two days later, CEO Pax really did get a call from Ren asking about private islands and to find him a suitable one to buy.Pax made some excuses to Ren and told him that they didn't have the budget to buy an island at the moment. Which, in turn, made Ren worry about the current state of their company, and he ended up spending the entire weekend in Sirocco's office cooped up with Pax and buried in paperwork for almost two months much to the chagrin of Fang, who was the unwitting cause of this sudden desire on part of Ren to earn a lot of money and the projects and deals that came out of these super productive weekends earned them enough profits in the next two months to buy fifty private islands, let alone one.Even Fang couldn't argue with the acquisition of a private island after that!
