Zhang Sanfeng gave a bitter smile, "Sister-in-law—"
"Why, didn’t you decide to be with her no matter what?"
Zhang Sanfeng was dumbfounded, he seed to have never said such words, right? Why would Gu Nuan say that?
Gu Nuan looked at the expression on his face, "You don’t want to be with her, then what’s the purpose of doing these things? Don’t tell it’s out of guilt or anything like that. These are all excuses. If you’re not approaching her with this intention, you’re forcing her onto a dead end. She is now your elder brother’s legal wife."
Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback, he hadn’t considered such a far-reaching consequence.
"In other words, if your brother returns—"
"Then if she wants to be with my brother, no problem."
"Do you really think that? Even if your brother wants to take her to die together?"
Zhang Sanfeng’s brow furrowed deeply.
"Honestly, morally speaking, I should advise you to stop imdiately and leave her. But since your brother isn’t a good person, that’s why I’m telling you this," Gu Nuan said, "If you can heartlessly abandon her, then don’t ever approach her and do this pointless work. Because you’re not helping her, you’re pushing her. You know what kind of person she is. You’re tornting her inner self."
Zhang Sanfeng knew that everything Gu Nuan said was correct. Zhong Qiaohui won people’s favor and recognition precisely because of her righteous spirit, completely lacking the arrogance of a wealthy girl.
"As the saying goes, a romance without marriage is just fooling around. You, Zhang Sanfeng, are so smart, yet you can’t figure out even this point? Isn’t that strange?"
"Sister-in-law—" Zhang Sanfeng sighed, admitting defeat completely. This ti, he finally understood the sharpness of Gu Jinrong’s formidable tongue.
Faced with the freshly brewed tea on the table in front, neither of them moved.
They were both waiting, patiently waiting.
There were too many things they needed to wait for, beyond waiting, they were helpless. Waiting and patience are absolute tests of one’s abilities. Life, largely, actually passes in waiting. Including finding the person you love, including reaching the end of life.
It was unclear how much ti had passed when Ou Yanan erged from the consultation room, removing gloves and a doctor’s mask.
Gu Nuan and Zhang Sanfeng approached him, waiting for him to speak.
"I think the problem shouldn’t be too serious. However, she needs to have so anti-inflammatory injections and needs further observation for any continued gastric bleeding," Ou Yanan explained Zhong Qiaohui’s condition to them, "That object was indeed in her stomach, several tis blocking the outlets of other digestive organs at the pylorus, causing her pain. I’ve managed to retrieve it using an endoscope."
The object was being cleaned by Zang Xiaolian, using a special solution to remove the stomach fluids stuck to it.
"Thank you, Dr. Ou," Zhang Sanfeng said.
Others could clearly hear the hoarseness in his voice, noticeably infused with so moisture. Though he appeared calm and composed, he was just as human, genuinely having feelings for Zhong Qiaohui.
Ou Yanan remained silent. He had heard gratitude from patients’ families often enough that his mindset had long beco serene. It’s as Tang Sili taught him, being a doctor is a technical job, never consider yourself an omnipotent deity.
At this mont, no one expected that Zhan Dapeng suddenly rushed out from Lingxin’s room, shouting, "Where’s the doctor?!"
Gu Nuan’s face imdiately changed dramatically and she was the first to rush towards her son’s room.
Ou Yanan followed right behind her. Zhang Sanfeng wheeled himself around.
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