Beside him was a pretty woman, being held affectionately, with a touch of shyness on her cheek... she should be his wife, right?
It seems that this Xiao Anhe is a husband who loves his wife very much.
And the photo next to it...
A young man about twenty years old.
His skin is extrely pale, forming a strong contrast with his ink-black eyes, thin lips, but bright in color.
A handso young boy...
Su Xiaong looked at this young man for a long ti, always feeling... very familiar.
The photo includes more than just the young man; he is wearing a beige trench coat and carrying a child in an airport.
Su Xiaong’s mory was imdiately pulled back to last October, when she and Yin Shixiu went to London with Shuangshuang and Huang Huang, and she encountered that boy carrying a child at Capital Airport...
That child... had a flower-like mark on his forehead, she rembered, extrely beautiful.
If it wasn’t because the child was a boy instead of a girl, she would have gone crazy trying to take him...
Su Xiaong’s gaze instinctively tightened, falling on the child in the photo wearing a well-fitted hat, his face unseen.
This photo... could it be... taken secretly?
The heart was pounding "dong dong dong"...
Life seems to have to be like this...
Torturing people, letting those wounds that want to be obliterated occasionally split open in the chest when least expected, leaving her montarily shocked by the pain.
Little Treasure.
Su Xiaong pursed her lips, left the room, and suddenly felt that this uniquely decorated villa converted into a private hospital lost all its interest to her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Fortunately, the villa’s back garden still allowed people to breathe in fresh, fragrant air.
Less than two hours later, Xiao Anhe ca downstairs, still smiling, but with a hint of tiredness in his eyes.
"Dean Xiao."
"The effects of the dication haven’t passed yet, it’ll take another half-hour or so, maybe then he can wake up."
Su Xiaong nodded in response.
This kind of treatnt requires visits twice every month for the next month.
She really dared not complain, not only could she not complain but had to feel lucky that Beijing has such a place that can protect their privacy while providing the best dical care in a short ti.
"Really, thank you Dean Xiao."
"Actually, to be honest, what I’m doing now is taking over work from the London Royal Hospital, after the first three stages of treatnt, I can combine my own thods for treatnt."
Su Xiaong nodded in response, she knew all of this.
All of this was already far better than what they had imagined.
"Dean Xiao, so tomorrow... can he go out?"
"..."
Xiao Anhe suddenly frowned tightly, looking at Su Xiaong puzzled,
"What do you think?"
"If Dean Xiao says he can’t go out, can’t be like today, we won’t go out."
Su Xiaong replied quickly, her thoughts differing from Yin Shixiu’s.
She absolutely didn’t want to gamble with Yin Shixiu’s health.
Xiao Anhe glanced at Su Xiaong, "Two hours, at most two hours."
"..."
"Don’t look at like that, President Yin already asked earlier, and I said the sa thing."
Su Xiaong was speechless, she originally thought, if Xiao Anhe insisted that Yin Shixiu’s current state was unsuitable for going out...
Xiao Anhe slightly curled his lips and chuckled softly,
"I wonder what Mrs. Yin thinks of my private hospital after touring it?"
Xiao ng hurriedly replied with a smile,
"Dean Xiao truly is a talented person."
"Haha!"
"By the way, I looked at the bookshelf in your office earlier, hope that’s okay?"
Xiao Anhe waved his hand, "No problem, I said you could look. Anything I have out can naturally be seen by anyone, those that can’t be seen are naturally put away, like patients’ personal information, right?"
"Shixiu says Dean Xiao has integrity, indeed so."
Although greedy, he clearly charges for consultations and treatnts, although greedy, not just anyone can throw money at him.
So people co seeking his consultation with fortunes, he coldly replies "I don’t take," and that’s the end of it.
Hearing Xiao Anhe say this, Su Xiaong felt assured, after all, so people say you can look but it’s just courtesy...
Xiao ng wandering like this was actually quite impolite.
"But I saw two photos on Dean Xiao’s desk."
As she spoke, Su Xiaong walked with the Dean toward the office, she needed to fill out so docunts.
Xiao Anhe quickly said,
"That’s my wife. Beautiful, right?"
A man in his fifties suddenly turned into a child showing off his treasures, he turned to Su Xiaong braggingly, catching her off guard.
Then she quickly replied,
"Beautiful, really beautiful."
Xiao Anhe’s smile was no longer plain, without emotion, but brimming with happiness.
"What kind of work does your wife do? Is she also in the dical field?"
"She’s dead. Liver cancer."
As Xiao Anhe spoke, his face didn’t show much emotional change, but this sentence drastically changed Su Xiaong’s previously relaxed expression.
An empty form was handed to Su Xiaong,
"Mrs. Yin, please fill out this form, I’ll keep a record."
"Ah? Oh, okay."
Su Xiaong was stunned for a mont, took the form and pen, and began filling it out without asking more redundant questions.
However, Xiao Anhe didn’t stop there and unexpectedly added,
"My father didn’t like her, so she died."
"..."
The tip of Su Xiaong’s pen trembled, almost writing the "Xiu" in Yin Shixiu as a cursive script.
She looked up at Xiao Anhe, who still showed no special emotions, the simplicity of his statent almost made it sound like he was talking about soone else’s affair.
Xiao ng naturally had no intention of probing the depths of this matter, even though she was indeed curious, but... the beautiful woman already passed away.
Beauty with a short life span, no matter how many stories, she didn’t want to listen, even if the story was wonderful, it was shrouded in sadness.
"Mrs. Yin must understand the heartache of losing a beloved, right?"
Xiao Anhe’s question wasn’t seeking empathy, it felt more like a casual part of the conversation.
Su Xiaong replied,
"Indeed, I know."
The pain of carving bone and slicing flesh.
"So, the person in the adjacent photo is..."
Xiao Anhe’s face again showed the expression from when he was showing off his beautiful wife, quickly saying,
"My son."
"He looks very much like you when you were young."
"He looks more like my wife."
"Indeed, a bit of both."
Su Xiaong replied, continuing to fill out the form, strangely, as if she unwittingly led the conversation to a place she originally didn’t intend to ask much about.
If soone else pulls at your wound, you’re helpless.
If you pull at it yourself, that’s self-torture.
"The child in your son’s arms is..."
"His son."
"Wow, your son looks so young, yet he already has a child."
"Young ones, they do things we can’t understand."
As Xiao Anhe spoke, Su Xiaong thought, this Dean Xiao really is different from ordinary people.
"Other parents might worry if their child beca a parent so young."
"What’s there to worry about? I haven’t seen anything wrong since he had a child."
"That child’s mother is..."
"I don’t know either."
Xiao Anhe laughed again.
"..."
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