Chapter 42: The kid gloves treatment wasn’t going to work on her, so Dr. Song had no choice but to play hardball.
Chapter 42: The kid gloves treatment wasn’t going to work on her, so Dr. Song had no choice but to play hardball.
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She peeled an orange for herself and continued to eat until his breath no longer lingered in her mouth.
The color of the sky outside the hospital ward gradually darkened as time passed, and just when Changqing’s eyes were on the verge of turning teary as a result of surfing social media for a long period of time, a series of footsteps resounded from outside the ward.
She lifted her head and discovered Song Chuyi coming into the ward. He was holding a pale yellow lunch box in his hand.
"I managed to get some rice for you from the canteen. Help yourself to some for now."
Changqing was still upset about the incident that happened a while ago. Thus, she turned her body away from him and faced another direction.
"Why’s the young lady so playful?" Song Chuyi thought to himself when he saw she was upset.
Faced with this predicament, Song Chuyi had no choice but to utilize his skills of coaxing children at the hospital on her. "I’ll take you out for supper later if you eat some rice now, okay?"
"Who would ever want to have supper with you?" Changqing snorted violently through her nose.
Discerning from her response that the kid gloves treatment wasn’t going to work on her, Dr. Song had no choice but to play hardball and be uncompromising towards her. "So, judging from the way you’re acting now, are you implying that you’ll only listen to me if I repeat the things that I did to you when we were in the office, here in this ward?"
"You… baddie!" Changqing exclaimed as she finally stared him directly in the eyes.
She couldn’t do anything about Song Chuyi, so she snatched the lunch box from his hands and opened it, revealing the contents of the box—spare ribs with green pepper inside. While eating the meal, she kept on complaining that the food tasted bad. "Yesterday, you promised me that
Song Chuyi put his hand to his forehead. He had an increasingly strong feeling that he had gotten himself a daughter who constantly needed to be taken care of. "The cooking oil used in the hotels is unsanitary. Although the canteen food tastes mediocre, it’s very sanitary."
"That’s why people often have the notion that doctors are so troublesome. You doctors are endlessly worrying about hygiene all day long. You should learn from my sister. She’s a doctor too, but her life motto is that as long as the food tastes good to her, all is fine." Changqing tried to correct his viewpoint about hygiene in a serious tone.
"Right, and that’s why she’s your sister," Song Chuyi said with resignation. "I’m heading off now. I still have things to do. Oh, by the way, remember to press the bell when the patient wakes up. I’ll be coming over again when she wakes up so let’s go home together afterwards."
After he finished telling Changqing about the things to note, he left the ward.
Shen Lu woke up sometime after Changqing had eaten her fill.
When Changqing noticed Shen Lu was waking up, she immediately pressed the bell. A nurse arrived to their side first, followed by Song Chuyi five minutes later.
Song Chuyi conducted another series of tests on Shen Lu before finally pulling out the tracheostomy tube attached to her windpipe.
Shen Lu said feebly, "Dr. Song, thank you so much."
"You can thank me again after your condition successfully stabilizes in the next three days," Song Chuyi said before continuing to instruct her: "You must immediately notify the medical staff if you experience any discomfort in any parts of your body in the next few days. Although the surgery was a success, postoperative complications are common in some patients after their surgery."
"Okay," Shen Lu replied to Song Chuyi. Following that, she turned her gaze to Changqing and said, "Child, you really came to visit me as I told you."
"Of course! I always did what you told me when I was a child!" Changqing said with a smile.
Shen Lu showed a faint smile but subsequently sighed, "Before the surgery this morning, I was thinking that if the surgery failed, my sole regret would be that I wouldn’t be able to witness Fu Yu’s marriage ceremony. It would be great if you could be my daughter-in-law. Didn’t you love to follow Fu Yu and go around declaring loudly that you would marry your brother Fu Yu when you were little?"
Changqing stopped paying attention to Shen Lu in the middle of the conversation. All her attention was spent observing Song Chuyi’s changing face. His current face looked much uglier than before.
Is he going to teach me a lesson by grabbing me and kissing me forcefully again? Changqing conceived the possibility.
"Auntie, that’s all history. Brother Fu Yu has a girlfriend now." As soon as Changqing finished her sentence, the Category 8 hurricane that was blowing on Song Chuyi’s face immediately worsened to a hurricane of Category 10.