Chapter 2055: She's Not a Doctor

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body.

She was standing in a blind spot outside the guest room, intending to walk around without showing herself. So why was her name the only one called out?

“What’s going on!”

Bo Qingshan jumped out. He didn’t go in; he stood at the doorway with both hands on his hips, “Why call my Sister Jiaojiao? She’s not a doctor!”

Song Yuan didn’t know that Nan Jiaojiao practiced Chinese medicine. She bit her lip, tears falling, “I’m sorry, I was just so scared. I wanted to find a familiar friend. I didn’t mean to offend… I’m sorry.”

This kind of half-said, half-hidden, pitiful way, although easily seen through, somehow made Nan Jiaojiao feel like a scumbag, leaving a seriously ill person ignored on the bed. She sighed, and despite disapproving attempts to stop her by Bo Yanching and the Old Lady, she straightened her chest, “It’s okay, I’ll go take a look. A guest, after all, must be a bit taken care of.”

Bo Yanching didn’t want her to go. The room wasn’t cleaned up yet, and the floor was covered with shards that could hurt her, which would trouble him.

But he knew he couldn’t stop her. Only after the servants inside had picked up and swept away all the glass shards did he let go of her hand.

He couldn’t conveniently go in, so Nan Jiaojiao patted his hand to reassure him. After hesitating for a while, Bo Qingshan, being just a kid and not expected to truly act grown, followed her inside closely, straightening his back like a brave man ready to roll up his sleeves at any moment.

“What’s wrong?” Nan Jiaojiao stood two steps away, “Where are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“Jiaojiao…”

Song Yuan raised her hand, but Nan Jiaojiao didn’t take it. Instead, Bo Qingshan dashed over in a step and held Song Yuan’s hands, “Auntie Song, what do you want to say? We’re all listening.”

Song Yuan’s mouth twitched, her gaze flitting for a moment. She lay on her back, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes into her temples, “Jiaojiao, I didn’t mean to cause trouble for everyone. Please don’t be mad. It’s just that my… my injury hurts too much, and I didn’t know who to turn to. We are close in age, so…”

Bo Qingshan interjected quickly, “No, you’re three or four years older than my Sister Jiaojiao, aren’t you? Auntie, you’re not in the same generation gap with Sister Jiaojiao, so how could the age be considered close?”

Song Yuan’s face flushed red, and she felt a gnawing hate in her heart, “I… I misspoke. I just wanted to have a chat with Jiaojiao.”

Nan Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes and looked at her for a while. Being cautious, she didn’t step any closer and urged Auntie Wu. The doctor arrived shortly after.

The Old Lady also came in with them. Song Yuan looked outside the door, knowing Bo Yanching was there, but not seeing him made her feel inevitably disappointed. Glancing at the indifferent Nan Jiaojiao standing beside, she grew annoyed.

The doctor was about to lift the blanket to examine Song Yuan’s injury, but she was gripping the blanket tightly, “Qingshan is still here.”

Bo Qingshan blinked, “Me? Should I go out?”

Song Yuan bit her lip, reluctant to say directly.

He simply pretended not to understand, “No need, I’m just a kid, after all, and I care about Auntie Song as well. Doctor, hurry up. Auntie Song is crying from the pain. If we delay any longer, should we call an ambulance?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s lips curled slightly. This kid, playing dumb like a roast pork parcel; nowhere did his brows or nose show a hint of concern. Clearly, he was enjoying the spectacle too much.