Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
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He asked so harshly, yet An Lan actually felt that she could feel a trace of concern from it. Perhaps she knew Mr Nian too well. âHeâs still alive. Apart from the neck injury and concussion, the rest are fine for now.â
Xu Baohan, who was waiting for her to pick up the phone, frowned when he heard that.
âWhat did she mean by âthe rest are fine for nowâ? Will he not be fine in the future?â.
âI knew it. He wonât die so easily.â On the other side of the phone, Nian Juntingâs tone suddenly became lighter. âWhich hospital are you in? No matter what, weâre still classmates. But Iâm on a business trip these few days. Iâll ask Lu Kang to send some supplements over.â
An Lan told him the hospitalâs address.
âOh right, let Xu Baohan answer the phone. I canât reach him.â Nian Junting suddenly said.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
An Lan handed the phone to Xu Baohan. He put it to his ear and said, âIâm fine. Iâll be discharged in a few days.â
âGet this straight, weâre not that close.â Nian Junting said arrogantly, âIâm not concerned about you. Itâs just that the news of you falling from a building has been circulating. Your junior-high schoolâs classmates are all talking about it.â
âIâm sorry to trouble everyone to talk about me. I think Iâll live longer than you.â Xu Baohan said in an indifferent tone.
âWith your current condition, Iâm worried.â Nian Junting chuckled. âYou must protect yourself. If you force Xiao Si to come out of the mountain to help An Lan matchmake, youâll be in trouble. You better leave the job of pouncing onto people from upstairs to the police and firemen. They have at least got some experience. Youâre a judge, why are you meddling into their business. Donât get yourself involved. If I were you, I wouldnât have rushed over to save him given that situation. He wouldnât have jumped off the building. He was holding onto the railing tightly.â
Xu Baohan raised his hand to massage his temple. This guy was as sharp-tongued and mean as usual.
An Lan saw this and thought that he wasnât feeling well, so she quickly took the phone over and said, âMr Nian, heâs not feeling well, Iâll hang up now.â
âI guess he was provoked by me. Okay, take care of yourself.â Nian Junting said. âAlthough youâre taking care of him, you should still eat, sleep and drink properly. After all, heâs tough. Think about it, he didnât even die when he fell from the twelfth floor. He must have been lucky to survive.â
âEh... okay.â An Lan was confused. She couldnât tell if he was being sarcastic or sincere.
After hanging up the phone, Xu Baohan glanced at her and said, âIf he wants to visit me, just say no.â
An Lan laughed and said, âMr Nian is overseas, so he asked Lu Kang to send you some supplements. Mr Nian is actually a nice guy, but heâs mean. However, heâs improved a lot since he got married.â
âDonât put in good words for Nian Junting in front of me.â Xu Baohan felt that his headache was getting worse.
âLet me peel an orange for you,â An Lan said.
There were too many fruits and flowers in the office. An Lan tidied up the office, then dinner was delivered.
Xu Baohan ate some congee and pastries, then fell asleep tiredly.
When he woke up, he didnât know what time it was. It was quiet in the ward, except for the old men who was sleeping beside him. An Lan was nowhere to be found.
She might have gone back.
If it was before, Xu Baohan wouldnât have cared. After all, when he wasnât feeling well, he was already used to having no one around him. He didnât even have a hot meal to eat. But today, for some reason, his heart suddenly felt empty.