Bai Lanwu nodded, looking at her with heartache, âJust make sure you think it through, your father and I have no other opinions. Just remember, donât do anything that will hurt yourself, we will always be your strong support.â
Ye Xingguang, with tears in her eyes, couldnât help but act coquettish. She leaned her head against Bai Lanwuâs chest, âMom, I know, I wonât let anyone hurt me again. Donât worry, I know who treats me well.â
Doctorâs office.
Chang Danran returned to her desk in a daze.
The sky outside the window dimmed as if it was about to rain. The low barometric pressure before the storm made her feel suffocated.
She picked up the cup on her desk, unscrewed the lid to drink water, only to find that the cup was empty. Just as she was about to get up and refill it, she saw Xia Ye Zhao walk in.
Chang Danran stiffened, quickly sitting back down.
She casually picked up the mouse, staring at the computer screen, bringing up a patientâs medical record. But she couldnât take in any of the words on the screen.
Xia Ye Zhao slowly walked to her front, his tall figure standing next to her. Chang Danran appeared not to see him, her gaze fixated on the computer screen. After a long while, Xia Ye Zhao broke the silence, âLong time no see.â
âSorry, I am working. Non-medical related matters, please wait until I finish my shift.â
Xia Ye Zhao frowned, looking somewhat helpless. He pulled out a stool and sat down, âI wanted to discuss the patientâs condition with you.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDid you register? I need to see the registration slip.â
âIâm inquiring about the patient in the 19th bed, thereâs no need for a new registration.â
Chang Danran flared up, âI wonât disclose patient information to non-relatives.â
Xia Ye Zhao pondered, âI am a relative.â
A sense of gloom flashed in Chang Danranâs heart. She suddenly turned to him, âReally? As far as I know, Mr. Song only has a daughter, and no son. What kind of relative are you?â
Xia Ye Zhao, the adoptive father of his younger sister, felt an immense gratitude towards him that weighed as much as Mount Tai. From his heart, the gratitude was equivalent to a fatherâs love. He wanted to understand Mr. Songâs condition, to repay the kindness of raising his sister.
Therefore, Xia Ye Zhao said, âIâm like half a son. Can I ask about his condition now?â
Half a sonâ¦
That means son-in-law?
Chang Danranâs hand, holding the mouse, unconsciously tightened. She forced a smile, âWait a moment, let me pull up Mr. Songâs file. You can ask anything you want to know.â
However, while typing the three Chinese characters for Song Chuanqi on the keyboard, she made several mistakes. It was as if the keyboard, which she usually used with great ease, deliberately opposed her today and always mistyped the pinyin.
At this moment, a nurse walked in, âDr. Chang, the patient in bed no.56 condition has changed, can you please come and have a look?â
Upon hearing this, Chang Danran felt as if she had been granted redemption. She immediately replied, âAlright.â
She stood up, as though fleeing. âIâm sorry, you wait here, I must check a patientâs condition right now.â
âYou go ahead, Iâm not in a hurry.â
Xia Ye Zhao didnât even stand up, after her departure, he sat in her place, calming his mind.
At this moment, Chang Danranâs mobile phone, left on the office desk, suddenly rang. Xia Ye Zhao glanced at it. The incoming callerâs nickname was âBabyâ.
These two words struck Xia Ye Zhaoâs eyes.
He picked up the mobile, swiped the answer button, and put the phone to his ear. He didnât immediately say anything, but a childish voice came from the other end of the line, âMommy.â