Chapter 1909: Seeking Gratitude

A mere doctor—hardly worth her effort.

Sister Lai looked at Song Yuan in puzzlement, a little dazed. Ever since she’d started following Song Yuan around, she had never once felt that Song Yuan was down-to-earth. After all, she was born a rich heiress, joined the entertainment industry purely for fun. It’s not like Sister Lai hadn’t seen her different faces in public and in private.

“What are you still doing here? Go apologize to the doctor. Didn’t you hear him say the hospital is very busy today? If you go any later, you’ll delay him treating other patients.”

Song Yuan’s voice carried both weakness and force. Sister Lai could only respond and head to the door, but was called back by Song Yuan: “Apologize properly. Once you’re done, come back and stay with me for the checkup. Don’t trouble Third Brother Bo.”

Sister Lai glanced at Bo Yanching’s back, thinking this was exactly the perfect chance to build some rapport with him. But then she saw Nan Jiaojiao sticking close at his side and instantly felt angry. Sister Lai thought she had to hurry back to keep an eye on things, otherwise this Xiao San who’d popped out of nowhere might stir up trouble.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt a chill at the back of her neck. She turned to glance at the empty doorway of the ward.

“Cold?” Bo Yanching’s attention had been on her the whole time. She tilted her head slightly, and he immediately noticed.

“Not cold.”

It was almost the hottest stretch of summer; how could it be cold? Bo Yanching was only in a shirt and dress pants, no jacket. If she was cold, he couldn’t exactly take off his shirt and give it to her.

“Then step in a bit, don’t let the draft hit you.”

Song Yuan chimed in, “Exactly, Jiaojiao, come in quickly. The temperature drops in the evening, the wind in the corridor can be a little chilly. Come in and sit.”

Bo Yanching settled Nan Jiaojiao on the sofa, not taking even half a step closer, just looked at Song Yuan. “You need to go for the CT yourself.”

“I know.”

Song Yuan lowered her gaze, staring at the leg bent under the blanket. The corner of her mouth pressed down, and her weak, low voice carried a faint hint of fear. “But I twisted my ankle. I can’t get over there by myself.”

“Mm. Then wait for your manager to come back.”

Bo Yanching sat down directly.

Song Yuan pressed her lips together, feeling wronged, her eyes reddening. She’d already acted strong enough, and still hadn’t managed to draw even a shred of pity from this man. Whenever she pulled this move in front of other men, it always worked—they would rush to comfort her.

She’d originally taken Nan Jiaojiao’s presence into account, tried to phrase things more tactfully so her intentions wouldn’t seem so obvious. She’d deliberately ignored her mom’s call, guessing her mom would contact Bo Yanching instead. Since he’d already been asked to come and he was here now, why was he acting like he didn’t care at all and had no intention of carrying her to the checkup?

Song Yuan secretly shot Nan Jiaojiao a glance and pressed her lips. “Jiaojiao, how’s your injury?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression stayed flat. “Just from the impact. They put medicine on it.”

“That’s good. I saw blood on your head at the time and was terrified, but I was strapped to the stretcher and couldn’t move. Once we got to the hospital, we got separated and I’ve been worried about you ever since. Seeing that you only got minor injuries, I can finally relax.”

Nan Jiaojiao remained lukewarm. “Thanks for your concern.”

Song Yuan’s expression darkened a little. She didn’t want to endure that kind of perfunctory response. She took a deep breath and said, “When the crash happened, I was scared out of my mind. I saw that truck about to tip over onto your car, so I told my driver to charge over and block it for you. Luckily my car’s been modified, and the truck driver also slowed down…”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows flickered. “How did you get over there at the time?”

“Huh? We’d just gotten on the bridge, and then…”

“You were coming from the direction of the film city, had just gotten on the bridge, driving in the opposite lane?”