Chapter 1918: You Really Can

Bo Yanching paused for a moment. “Can you really handle it?”

Nan Jiaojiao almost burst out laughing.

After all, it was childhood friendship. Song Yuan didn’t understand Bo Yanching’s true nature at all.

Other women in his eyes were no different from cabbages, all the same. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been suspected of having some special orientation back then just because there were no women around him. After he met Nan Jiaojiao, Old Lady Bo clung to her and refused to let go, like she’d seized the lifeline that could extend the Bo Family’s future bloodline.

If he really had that kind of tender, considerate EQ toward women, would he have stayed single for so many years?

Song Yuan almost couldn’t believe what she heard. Not quite sure, she asked, “Third Brother, do you have something urgent to do?”

“Nothing urgent,” Bo Yanching glanced at the time. “Your family will be here soon. I’ll leave after they arrive.”

So fast?

Song Yuan braced her hands on the bed edge and tried to sit up. She tensed too hard all at once. The man’s gaze swept over; she immediately fell back into the pillow, letting out a soft cry of pain. “Third Brother, my leg really hurts…”

Bo Yanching walked over. Song Yuan stared at him in a daze, hand already reaching out, thinking he’d scoop her up, or at least personally check the injury on her leg. But Bo Yanching only stopped a few steps away and pressed the call button.

“Third Brother?” Song Yuan didn’t quite understand what he was doing.

“If it hurts, call the doctor. Someone will be here soon. Just lie down.”

Song Yuan: ??

The doctor really did come quickly, and with him came quite a few interns and nurses. Song Yuan suddenly felt the shame of being treated like a monkey on display. But with Bo Yanching there, she couldn’t lose her temper and drive people out. She even had to cooperate during the examination, putting on an act to look like she was in even more pain.

“Why are there so many people? What’s wrong with my daughter?”

A woman’s anxious voice came from the doorway.

Qiao Airu walked in quickly. She grabbed the cabinet for support, borrowing some strength before she could keep moving forward.

The interns stepped aside to clear a path for her. Qiao Airu quickly reached the bedside. Seeing Song Yuan holding back tears with a wronged expression, then seeing the doctor’s hand resting on Song Yuan’s leg, she instantly felt her vision go black.

“You must be Madam Song. Your daughter is fine. She’ll just need to stay in the hospital for a few days. We’ll be watching her closely, and we’ll be able to attend to any issue in time. Her leg didn’t injure the tendons or bones, which is a blessing. Please don’t worry.”

The doctor was the same one from that department earlier, his personality much smoother than Doctor Chen’s, and his way of speaking polished enough to be easily accepted.

Qiao Airu held onto the bed rail, caught her breath a few times, and asked about Song Yuan’s condition. Her daughter just kept crying and wouldn’t talk.

“Thank you, Doctor. Sorry to trouble you all.”

“It’s not really trouble. It’s just that the patient’s emotions are a bit unstable. You should stay with her more and comfort her. Adjusting her mindset will be better for her recovery.”

“Alright.”

Qiao Airu walked them out for a bit, but only a few steps; her husband, Mr. Song, was the one who actually escorted the doctors out.

Qiao Airu hurriedly turned back. There wasn’t a single chair by the bed. She went to move one over herself, but the corner of her eye still flicked toward Bo Yanching.

Before coming, she’d personally asked Bo Yanching to look after Song Yuan.

And this was how he “looked after” her—he hadn’t even stayed by the bedside.

She sat down, asked a few concerned questions, then turned her head. “Yanqing, thank you for watching over her for Aunt Qiao.”

Bo Yanching said evenly, “You’re welcome.”

“Aunt Qiao will be in Rongcheng City for a while. Once Yuan Yuan is a bit more stable and can be discharged, I’ll go visit Old Madam. Help me apologize to her, will you? I really can’t get away right now, so I can’t go see her in person.”

Bo Yanching responded with a quiet “okay.” “Aunt Qiao, have you and Uncle Song eaten yet?”

“Your Uncle Song ate on the plane. I can’t eat anything.”

Song Yuan anxiously tugged at Qiao Airu’s clothes. Without even turning her head, Qiao Airu reached her hand back, grabbed her daughter’s hand, and pressed it down.