Song Qiao’s fingers at her side gradually clenched into a fist involuntarily, as feelings of annoyance slowly rose in her heart, yet she felt helpless.
Her anger turned to laughter as she looked Xi Mohan in the face, speaking coolly, "To go to such lengths for the sake of your good brother, Xi Mohan, to be honest, I am thoroughly impressed."
Xi Mohan remained calm and imposing, standing there with his tall and straight figure, his expression slightly obscure under the light, "If you insist on understanding it this way, then there’s nothing I can do."
He was always loath to explain himself, nor did he like to elucidate the significance of his actions to others, and he certainly wouldn’t take the initiative to explain to anyone.
What others think is their own business, not his.
Song Qiao closed her eyes briefly before raising her gaze to Xi Mohan, her lips curling into a cool sneer as she spoke mockingly, "Xi Mohan, by pressuring to stay here like this, and when I can’t even take care of him, are you making waste ti here?"
Song Qiao’s opinion of Xi Mohan had dropped to a new low, completely unexpected that this man would be so obsessed as to forcefully keep her here for Lu Jingchen’s sake.
Due to the injury on her back, Song Qiao had been wearing a loose-fitting knee-length dress this morning. She didn’t have a penny on her, nor a mobile phone, and even the slippers on her feet had vanished at so point.
When Xi Mohan said she could walk back by herself, it was undoubtedly his intention to detain her there.
Glancing sideways at the operation room still lit up, Xi Mohan did not say much more, his statent sharp and clear, "When he wakes up, he’ll definitely want to see you first."
"He has just been taken in for surgery, it’s not possible for him to wake up so soon after it’s over." Song Qiao clenched her teeth, looking at him with a cold face.
"Mhm, then you’ll have to wait here until his surgery is finished."
Perhaps truly understanding this man’s character, Song Qiao knew at this point that anything more she said would be futile; she was stifled with frustration that she could neither express nor relieve.
Looking up coldly at Zuo Yuqing, whose face was sowhat pale as she stood there watching the surgery room door, Song Qiao’s mood was far from good, quite the opposite.
She glanced at the seats in the corridor and took a seat at a relatively far distance from Xi Mohan and Zuo Yuqing. Her originally fair feet had beco dirtied from walking barefoot all the way here.
Song Qiao did nothing more than give her feet a brief look before leaning her head against the wall behind her, and slowly closed her eyes.
She was very tired, wishing she could find a bed to sleep on right this mont. Too many things had happened today, so many that she felt overwheld and incapable of fully processing.
The pain from her back injury had beco sowhat numb. She hadn’t told Xi Mohan about her injury, knowing that he must be unaware of it.
Few people were aware of the injury on her back; apart from Lu Jingchen, there was only Yu Xia, and not even the servants and Mother Chen at the villa knew.
The surgery lasted over two hours before the lights above the door finally dimd, and soon after, a doctor ca out. Song Qiao, upon hearing the noise, stood up without much movent but began to walk slowly towards the door.
The one who reacted first and with the most action was, of course, Zuo Yuqing, who had been tensely monitoring the operating room. Seeing the doctor erge, she quickly stepped towards him, anxiously asking, "Doctor, how is he?"
The doctor looked at Zuo Yuqing. As a famous celebrity, he naturally recognized her, but showed little change in emotion, and instead asked formally, "Are you a family mber of the patient?"
Zuo Yuqing paused for a mont, her expression slightly awkward as she moved her lips, explaining, "I’m his friend."
The doctor nodded, but then looked over at the few people in the hallway, asking, "Has the patient’s family not arrived?"
Because Lu Jingchen was injured, he was rushed to a nearby hospital to prevent excessive blood loss from hindering tily rescue, a hospital not under the Xi Group. The doctor was a professor who had seen many important figures, and he of course recognized the identities of Zuo Yuqing and Xi Mohan, but to him they were no different from ordinary people.
Xi Mohan’s brows furrowed slightly as he turned back to look at Song Qiao, who was moving slowly, his voice deep, "Song Qiao."
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