Her gaze fell on the bag held in the driver’s hand, Song Qiao only then realized that it indeed was her own bag. She smiled gratefully at the taxi driver and reached out to take it, "Thank you, you really went out of your way."
The driver smiled naively and handed the change in his hand to Song Qiao, "This is your change. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back. Oh, and if you’re worried about missing items in your bag, you can check it."
"No need, I’ve troubled you enough."
As the driver left, Song Qiao looked at the bag in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to use her other hand to hold the bag and stand up, she belatedly realized her hand was injured. It wasn’t too severe, but it was quite painful indeed.
"Let’s get that treated, no need to act tough." The deep pleasant voice rose again, seemingly very close, even mingling with the strong masculine scent of the man.
Looking up, she saw the handso face of the man. She pursed her lips but remained silent.
The man apparently didn’t care about her response and directly helped her up.
It was only when he helped her up that Song Qiao noticed his na on the chest of his white coat—Si Mu.
Minutes later, when Song Qiao was sitting in an office and reaching out her hand to let the man across disinfect it, she couldn’t help but gasp in pain.
The disinfectant poured onto the wound that had just been cleared of glass shards. Although it wasn’t much, it still pained her almost to the point of grimacing.
"Just endure a bit, it’ll hurt." Perhaps aware that Song Qiao was afraid of pain, Si Mu lightly adjusted his touch and said.
"It’s okay." Song Qiao still felt sowhat uncomfortable. After all, the incident was not just his fault, to be precise, it was also because she ran too fast without watching where she was going, leading to her bumping into him and falling, even landing on glass.
"Dr. Si." Just then, the office door was pushed open and a young nurse ran in, but she halted in place when she saw Si Mu and Song Qiao sitting there.
Si Mu looked up at the nurse, his expression unchanged, and asked, "What’s up? You seem in a rush?"
The nurse quickly snapped back to reality, rembered her purpose, and hurriedly spoke, "A patient who was in a car accident has just been brought in. The director is looking for you, saying that the surgery needs to be done by you."
The man’s brows furrowed instantly, he let go of Song Qiao’s hand, and stood up, "I’ll head there right now. You stay and finish treating her wound here."
"Okay, Dr. Si."
Song Qiao, "..." Only after seeing Si Mu hurry out did she finally make sense of what had happened, and she couldn’t help but feel dumbstruck.
...
After having her hand treated, and going to her grandfather’s hospital room, ten minutes had passed.
Just as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw a familiar figure directly ahead, causing Song Qiao to freeze in place, staring dazedly at the man not far from her.
It was only when he seed to sense sothing and turned around, his gaze falling on her and he walked over to her, that she spoke, "Lu Jingchen, why are you here?"
Lu Jingchen stood in front of Song Qiao, his expression sowhat stern, yet sowhat more pleasant than when he had turned around, his deep voice charming, "The hospital called , so I ca straight over. Where have you been, huh? They said you ca over half an hour ago."
Song Qiao knew that the ’they’ he referred to was the direction of Director He and others.
Just as she was about to speak, the man’s gaze fell sternly on her injured hand, directly taking her hand to inspect it. Seeing the small hand wrapped in gauze, his brow furrowed deeply and he spoke with a heavy voice, "How did you get this injury?"
His tone carried a tinge of displeasure, as if a bit angry.
This morning she was completely unscathed, yet now he saw one hand wrapped in gauze, clearly just recently injured.
Song Qiao looked at her hand wrapped several tis over with gauze, the wound itself wasn’t very severe, just a small cut, but who knows if it was the nurse exaggerating or what, it had been wrapped several tis making it look very severe.
Trying to restrain her words, Song Qiao spoke softly, "I accidentally fell just now, directly onto so broken glass, it’s fine, it’s already been taken care of."
After saying this, she suddenly rembered her grandfather, and without waiting for Lu Jingchen to speak, she asked, "How is my grandfather?"
The man was still holding her hand and frowning, clearly a bit upset, but he still answered her question, "Your grandfather’s surgery is done, it was successful, and he is out of life-threatening danger."
Song Qiao let out a sigh of relief upon hearing his words, but as she lifted her head, she ran into the man’s intense and profound eyes, even his expression sowhat gloomy.
Her breath tightened, she subconsciously asked, "What’s the matter?"
"Song Qiao." The man’s gaze was still focused on her, his voice husky, his tone neither warm nor harsh making it difficult to grasp his emotions, he simply said, "Next ti anything happens, you must call , don’t always shoulder it alone. You are now my wife, and I am your husband, you are not alone."
The man’s words carried a certain resolute certainty, articulating a fact.
She, Song Qiao, was not alone.
...
Sitting in her grandfather’s hospital room, Song Qiao’s thoughts drifted far away. Besides the old Mr. Mu lying on the hospital bed still asleep and herself, there was no third person in the room.
Lu Jingchen had already left, and Song Qiao didn’t know where he had gone.
Perhaps he went back to the company, or perhaps he went out sowhere else.
After he finished speaking those words to her, he left right away.
"Sister, you’re here?" The door to the hospital room opened again, Mu Shinian entered holding a thermal box, his eyes lighting up when he saw Song Qiao, he smiled and said.
Song Qiao snapped back to reality and looked at Mu Shinian. She stood up and reached out to take the items from his hands, asking, "Why didn’t you rest at ho? Aunt Zhang ntioned you were at the hospital with grandpa all night. Can your body handle it?"
Mu Shinian shook his head and replied, "Sister, I’m fine. School is out on break and I don’t have classes to attend."
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