Chapter 1932: Going to the Hospital

Nan Jiaojiao said, “Then no need to rush, I have something to go out for and I’ll be back in the evening. Just make dinner, we’ll eat when we come back.”

Aunt Mou didn’t ask what it was, she agreed happily. “That’s fine, Young Master Pei will be back tonight too, and Mr. Bo as well. Mist Garden is rarely this lively. Today I’ll cook, I’ll make a few dishes you like, Miss.”

Nan Jiaojiao was amused. In her words, even Pei Dongshi was just brushed past, mentioned in passing, yet when it came to cooking they still went according to Nan Jiaojiao’s taste.

She really had been spoiled. Sometimes she was rather proud of it—growing up indulged and doted on, yet her views and character hadn’t gone crooked, and she hadn’t developed a willful temper. That really wasn’t easy.

Nan Jiaojiao drove herself.

It was hard to hail a cab near Mist Garden. Elder Jiang liked peace and quiet, the place he chose was practically like the outskirts, but from the upper floors you could still look out from afar and see the bustle of the city. There was practically only her household living there, so even ride-hailing cars had to charge extra to come in.

Besides, the place she was going to really was more convenient by car, so that when Bo Yanching came to pick her up in the evening he wouldn’t have to ask questions.

The hospital.

In the morning, Song Yuan’s foot hurt. Several doctors came, and after examining her all said the pain level from her leg injury was within normal range. But Song Yuan was in so much pain her face had gone pale; she couldn’t even string together a full sentence. Her eyes were brimming with tears, fine beads of sweat stood out on her forehead—no matter who looked at her, she seemed to be in excruciating pain.

The doctors couldn’t come up with a plan either. The Song family parents were watching from the side; they didn’t press them with words, their attitude could be called polite, but precisely that easygoing manner only made people feel more pressure.

Only when Xu Shu came, prescribed some painkillers, and then did some massage for Song Yuan did her complexion start to ease.

“Luckily you’re here, Brother Xu. If it weren’t for you, I really wouldn’t know what to do.”

“You’re overstating it. Try to relax emotionally, don’t stay wound so tight. I’ll go apply for a wheelchair for you later. When you’ve got time, you can go downstairs for a stroll.”

Xu Shu handed the prescription slip to the nurse. Another doctor who’d come along leaned over to take a look.

Wasn’t it just ordinary painkillers, the common kind you see in pharmacies—whether you take them or not doesn’t make much difference? And Xu Shu prescribed this kind of medicine?

He didn’t find it that strange. It wasn’t like he’d never encountered patients even fussier than Song Yuan.

She knew Xu Shu, she was probably here especially for him. Otherwise how do you explain it—other doctors were all at their wits’ end, yet once Xu Shu came, he casually massaged her a few times and she was fine.

The other doctors and nurses had all gone out; Xu Shu was still there. Song Yuan said, “Brother Xu, once I’m discharged, can I treat you to a meal?”

“Let’s skip the meal. We run into each other at gatherings now and then anyway. I’m busy with work, it’s hard for me to promise you a specific date.”

Song Yuan was unwilling to give up. “It’s fine. When the time comes I’ll invite Jiaojiao and Third Brother Bo too. We’re all friends, in Rongcheng City I only know you guys. This hospitalization has troubled you all too much.”

Xu Shu never once sat down on the hospital bed, keeping his distance. His expression stayed calm and unruffled, and he just wouldn’t loosen up and agree. Song Yuan had no choice but to set the thought aside for now. After thanking him a few more times, she lay back down.

She was in low spirits, and Xu Shu hadn’t planned to stay long either. Mr. Song walked him out, and just as they reached the door, they suddenly heard Xu Shu’s voice: “Jiaojiao?”

Nan Jiaojiao had already been there for quite a while. There were too many people, so she hadn’t squeezed inside.

Running straight into Xu Shu face to face, she didn’t try to hide. “Morning, Doctor Xu.”

Xu Shu smiled gently. “Morning, little girl? It’s already past noon.”

“Even past noon it’s still early, isn’t it? There’s more than half the day left. Have you had lunch yet, Doctor Xu?”