Chapter 1936: Why Are You Still Here

“Can I be alone for a while?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brow twitched slightly, and she glanced around indifferently, “Okay.”

Song Yuan quickly said, “You go back first, the sun is too strong, don’t get sunburned.”

Nan Jiaojiao replied faintly and walked away.

Song Yuan watched her enter the surgical inpatient building, a slight smile on her lips, a trace of satisfaction in her eyes.

She stayed under the sun for half an hour, her face turning red from the heat, she wiped her sweat with her sleeves several times, yet fine beads of sweat still covered her face, betraying a sickly pallor beneath the flushed complexion.

She quietly glanced towards the shadows, roughly estimating it was time, and feebly grasped the edge of the wheelchair wheel. Before she could move, the wheelchair was suddenly held by someone.

“Heading back?”

Song Yuan froze, looking back like she had seen a ghost at the suddenly appearing Nan Jiaojiao, “Why are you still here!”

“I’ve been here all along.”

Nan Jiaojiao pushed the wheelchair back, “I just didn’t hear you call for me, I thought you enjoyed being in the sun.”

Song Yuan clenched her fists, pressed her lips tightly, wishing she could slap her face.

From the sunlight to the indoors, the light suddenly dimmed, Song Yuan’s eyes were pierced by the crisscrossing shadows, her vision blurred, countless white and black dots danced before her eyes. Just as she wanted to fire up, the wheelchair suddenly pushed forward, her body leaning back, only to be gently pushed upright by a hand.

Her head grew dizzier, and the words she wanted to say got choked back.

Returning to the ward, Mrs. Song was nowhere to be seen, Nan Jiaojiao helped Song Yuan to bed, prepared to wash her hands, when her phone rang. She took a look at it, placed it on the bedside table, and went to wash her hands in the bathroom.

Song Yuan, annoyed by the ringtone, reached out to hang up, only to glimpse Bo Yanching’s number. She sat up, peeked towards the bathroom, hearing water running still, she gritted her teeth and answered the call, pressing the phone to her ear.

She deliberately stayed silent.

The man’s gentle voice spread in her ear, “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

Song Yuan’s heart raced, her mouth dry and her tongue parched. Indeed, just the term of endearment made her breathe heavy, the sense of substitution too intense, reddening her sun-flushed face further, almost bleeding.

“Jiaobaoer?” Bo Yanching coaxed softly, “Why aren’t you talking? Are you mad at me again?”

Song Yuan’s heartbeat quickened, stammering a few times before sound came out, “Third Brother, it’s me.”

Bo Yanching paused, his voice suddenly sinking, “Why is it you, where is she?”

“Jiaojiao came to the hospital to see me, she went to the bathroom.”

Bo Yanching’s attitude turned instantly cold, “Please ask her to call me back once she’s out.”

“Also, do not touch her phone.”

Song Yuan gritted her teeth, explaining, “No, Jiaojiao will be out shortly. I saw her phone ringing for a while and it was you, I worried you’d be anxious, so I helped answer it.”

“There’s no need, she often doesn’t answer my calls, I’m used to it.”

Is that so?

He actually pampered Nan Jiaojiao to such an extent.

Song Yuan felt increasingly suffocated, “Okay, I understand, I’ll talk to Jiaojiao later.”

Bo Yanching responded and was about to hang up, start to finish, he hadn’t exchanged a single casual word, nor inquired about Song Yuan’s injuries.

Afraid he’d really hang up, she hurriedly asked, “Third Brother, are you coming to the hospital today?”