Song Chuyi turned to look out and from the bustling crowd, he saw a somewhat familiar face.
It seemed to be Yan Changqing’s assistant from last time. Could it be…
“Stop for a bit.” He opened the door of the ambulance and walked down quickly, pushing the crowd aside. He saw the woman who had fallen and curled up into a ball. His eyes surged with rage.
“Move aside,” he howled, hitting a reporter’s camera which was pointing at Changqing on the ground.
The scene suddenly quieted down.
“Snap, snap.” Flashes landed on him.
Changqing felt every inch of her body was in pain and she was covering her face with all her might, wanting to leave the place quickly, wanting to get up quickly, but it was so viciously packed that she didn’t seem to be able to get up.
She felt exceptionally helpless but suddenly, a tall and large shadow loomed over her. She lifted her head and at that moment, she happened to see a handsome face against the sunlight. He was wearing a white coat and was simply more dashing than God, even manlier and more good-looking than when he took her place during the drunk-driving incident.
She stared blankly at him, biting her lips and almost crying out.
Song Chuyi bent down and carried her up. That reporter whose camera was damaged asked angrily, “Who are you? What rights do you have to damage my camera?”
“I’m a doctor here.” Song Chuyi’s gaze was full of fury as he said, “I know you’re reporters and want the news. Perhaps this woman’s fall and humiliation might’ve given your news a higher value, but you have to remember that as a reporter, you still need to have basic morality. When you see someone has fallen, helping her up is what a human should do.”
His voice resounded and the area was silent.
He carried Changqing straight to the ambulance at the side with a cold face.
The paramedic inside closed the door and Song Chuyi pulled her mask off. Changqing suddenly bawled out loud, burying herself in his chest.
That paramedic was in shock. Was that Northern City broadcasting station’s belle, Yan Changqing? Why was she so different than who she was on TV, crying so foolishly?
He took a look at Song Chuyi again and felt very awkward. What kind of situation is this?
Song Chuyi lowered his head, his face full of anger. “Why are you crying?”
“It hurts… everywhere hurts.” Changqing’s tears and mucus were all wiped on his coat.
Song Chuyi’s temples hurt from all the crying and he lowered his head. Her hair at the side was messy, and her light blue shirt was stained with patches of mud. Her arms and legs were full of bruises and injuries.
His expression became worse as he chided, “Are you crazy? Who let you come to this kind of place?”
“I.. I…” Changqing sobbed and stuttered.
The vehicle suddenly stopped and the ambulance door opened. A few paramedics carried out the patients inside swiftly. “Dr. Song, the operation room is free.”
“Okay.” Song Chuyi quickly handed Chuyi to another paramedic in the ambulance. “Zhu Chao, take her to the VIP rooms reserved for the hospital leaders’ families.”
He followed the stretcher into the A&E department after finishing.
Chuyi stared blankly at his back with moist eyes. His steps were definitely hasty, but how did Song Chuyi still look so dashing?
Forgive her for not being easily smitten, but she felt that Song Chuyi was someone who was dashing from inside out.
“Cough, Miss Yan. Please sit up here.” After a while, Zhu Chao pushed a wheelchair over from the side.
Changqing was helped onto the wheelchair.
On the way, she saw many crying families and her heart ached.
Zhu Chao pushed her to the ward on the eighth floor. It was clean inside with complete facilities, just like a mini apartment.
Zhu Chao brought the medicine over and smiled while asking, “Miss Yan, do you know our Dr. Song?”
Changqing hesitated for a while before nodding listlessly. “Isn’t Dr. Song from Neurology? Why did he go to the accident scene with you?”
Zhu Chao said while applying medicine for her, “That’s because Dr. Song will most likely be the next director of our hospital and everyone working at this hospital knows it well. Our current Director Yu intends to train him. Today’s accident is the most severe one the hospital has encountered in recent years and the situation is quite critical, so Director Yu sent Dr. Song to head over. Dr. Song might look very young, but he’s one of the best when it comes to clinical experience and standard of skills. Any normal doctors wouldn’t be able to handle the situation and would easily become flustered. Besides, I heard Dr. Song was sent over by the American Research Institute to North Africa five to six years ago when Dengue broke out there and therefore, he has the most experience in that aspect. Also, he’s also the best-looking in our hospital and when it comes to news interviews, he’s usually the one who does them.”
Changqing was in disbelief and hesitated before asking, “I remember Dengue killed many people then.”
“You also know about it?” Zhu Chao was a little astonished.
“Don’t forget, I work at a broadcasting station,” Changqing adjusted her mood and said, “Although I had yet to enter the broadcasting station then, I was close with an old colleague from the news department and he was also sent over to do a report six years ago when Dengue broke out. He came back afterwards and told me it was too horrifying there.”
“Yeah. Firstly, such diseases are indeed very contagious and are also life-threatening. Secondly, the military affairs in Africa then were very unstable.” Zhu Chao nodded in agreement. “However, I admire Dr. Song a lot. I’m currently his student.”
Changqing almost spouted: “That would make me your teacher’s wife,” but she bit her lip and swallowed it back in.
Zhu Chao asked anxiously, “Did I hurt you?”
Changqing shook her head.
Zhu Chao went out to busy herself after finishing up. When she was about to leave, Changqing asked, “When will Dr. Song be back?”
“Not sure, at least until after the surgery is completed. Just lie down and rest for now. Dr. Song will come over after he’s done.” Zhu Chao was actually uncertain but she still said that before she left.
After she left, Changqing quickly received a call from Wen Tong. Her tone was full of anxiousness and guilt. “Changqing, are you alright?”
“Do I look like I’m alright?” Changqing pouted. She felt reproachful in her heart but Wen Tong couldn’t be blamed either; Wen Tong only meant well for her.
“I’m sorry.” Wen Tong sounded weak and very guilty. “The chaos was really beyond my expectations. Why don’t we hire a few bodyguards?”
“…” Changqing sighed. “I can barely survive on my own yet I still have to hire bodyguards? Forget it. I’ve thrown all my face away anyway. Thinking about how Chi Yining has to sleep with such an ugly and fat person like Boss Feng, I think I already feel much better.”
Wen Tong felt even worse upon hearing that. “Do you have to comfort yourself like that?”
“What if I didn’t?” Changqing actually felt exceptionally aggrieved and also felt like crying but she didn’t want to cry in front of Wen Tong, afraid she would feel even more remorseful and be even more stressed.
Wen Tong was silent for a while before saying, “I just called Director Su and he understands. You don’t have to film today and we’ll see how it goes tomorrow. If you’re still in pain, I’ll tell Director Su. There are still many reporters outside right now, so you’d better stay in the hospital for a while. Anyway, there’s Song Chuyi there.”
Changqing gave an “Mm” softly.
“If it hurts, just act coquettishly to your husband.”
“I can’t be bothered with you.” Changqing hung up and soon after, she received calls from Yan Lei, Changxin, Ruan Yang successively to ask about her own condition. After that, Changqing was so annoyed by all the consolations that she simply switched her phone off.
In this day and age, the internet had developed too quickly and within half an hour, videos of her falling and being bullied in the hospital exploded on Weibo.
Changqing didn’t watch them because it was too embarrassing. She covered herself up in the blanket and laid down in bed. Perhaps she was too tired, so she fell asleep soon after.
It was seven in the evening. Song Chuchu was weary after completing the surgery. He washed his hands and disinfected himself, changing into a clean coat and when he came out, his primary assistant asked passionately, “Dr. Song, shall we grab a bite at the canteen together?”
“There’s no need, I still have something to do.” Song Chuyi called Zhu Chao after leaving with a cold face. “Where’s Yan Changqing?”
“In the ward on the eighth floor.”
“Have you delivered food to her?”
Zhu Chao suddenly slapped the back of her head violently. “I was too busy and forgot. Sorry, Dr. Song…”
“It’s okay, carry on.” Song Chuyi walked towards the wards.
He pushed open the door to the VIP ward. It was silent.
Changqing was sleeping on her side facing the door. Her trouser legs and sleeves were rolled up and she had medicine already applied. The blanket was stained with medicine while she slept.
Song Chuyi walked to the bedside and saw tiny water droplets hanging onto her lashes. Her mouth was pouted even though she was sleeping.
He bent over and stared at the patch of bruises on her hand, poking it with his finger.
Changqing woke up with a start from the pain and when she clearly saw that it was him, she sat up with a bolt, rubbing her eyes childishly and saying, “You’re done?”
“Just finished a surgery.” Song Chuyi stared down at her seriously. “Why did you show up at the main entrance of the hospital and even fall on the floor? Where was your assistant? What was she doing?”
“She… She wanted me to visit Guan Ying.” Under his strict gaze, Changqing became inexplicably cowardly, cowering and not daring to say she was good friends with Guan Ying even more. “Because Chi Yining also went and news of it got onto the headlines.”
“I think you also made it onto the headlines now too, but in an embarrassing way.” Song Chuyi didn’t look good and he chided her ruthlessly, “Have you ever wondered if I hadn’t gone over, how badly you would’ve been stepped on? China has the most people. Do you still remember those trampling stories? How many people get trampled to death? Those reporters wouldn’t let you off just because you’re a celebrity. They don’t care and after trampling you, they’ll still upload your ugliest side onto the web to serve as entertainment for others.”
“Enough said.” Changqing couldn’t listen anymore as she covered her ears. Her tears were almost flowing out from anger.
When she was feeling extremely miserable earlier, she kept using the fact that Chi Yining had to sleep with Boss Feng to comfort herself. Now that she finally felt a little better, Song Chuyi came to tear her face away ruthlessly.
She had a thin skin and was most afraid of throwing face and was also unwilling to recall how helpless she was when she fell with so many people ogling at her and taking photographs of her.
Song Chuyi took in a deep breath and sat at the side, watching her cry with a cold face.
Song Chuyi turned to look out and from the bustling crowd, he saw a somewhat familiar face.
It seemed to be Yan Changqing’s assistant from last time. Could it be…
“Stop for a bit.” He opened the door of the ambulance and walked down quickly, pushing the crowd aside. He saw the woman who had fallen and curled up into a ball. His eyes surged with rage.
“Move aside,” he howled, hitting a reporter’s camera which was pointing at Changqing on the ground.
The scene suddenly quieted down.
“Snap, snap.” Flashes landed on him.
Changqing felt every inch of her body was in pain and she was covering her face with all her might, wanting to leave the place quickly, wanting to get up quickly, but it was so viciously packed that she didn’t seem to be able to get up.
She felt exceptionally helpless but suddenly, a tall and large shadow loomed over her. She lifted her head and at that moment, she happened to see a handsome face against the sunlight. He was wearing a white coat and was simply more dashing than God, even manlier and more good-looking than when he took her place during the drunk-driving incident.
She stared blankly at him, biting her lips and almost crying out.
Song Chuyi bent down and carried her up. That reporter whose camera was damaged asked angrily, “Who are you? What rights do you have to damage my camera?”
“I’m a doctor here.” Song Chuyi’s gaze was full of fury as he said, “I know you’re reporters and want the news. Perhaps this woman’s fall and humiliation might’ve given your news a higher value, but you have to remember that as a reporter, you still need to have basic morality. When you see someone has fallen, helping her up is what a human should do.”
His voice resounded and the area was silent.
He carried Changqing straight to the ambulance at the side with a cold face.
The paramedic inside closed the door and Song Chuyi pulled her mask off. Changqing suddenly bawled out loud, burying herself in his chest.
That paramedic was in shock. Was that Northern City broadcasting station’s belle, Yan Changqing? Why was she so different than who she was on TV, crying so foolishly?
He took a look at Song Chuyi again and felt very awkward. What kind of situation is this?
Song Chuyi lowered his head, his face full of anger. “Why are you crying?”
“It hurts… everywhere hurts.” Changqing’s tears and mucus were all wiped on his coat.
Song Chuyi’s temples hurt from all the crying and he lowered his head. Her hair at the side was messy, and her light blue shirt was stained with patches of mud. Her arms and legs were full of bruises and injuries.
His expression became worse as he chided, “Are you crazy? Who let you come to this kind of place?”
“I.. I…” Changqing sobbed and stuttered.
The vehicle suddenly stopped and the ambulance door opened. A few paramedics carried out the patients inside swiftly. “Dr. Song, the operation room is free.”
“Okay.” Song Chuyi quickly handed Chuyi to another paramedic in the ambulance. “Zhu Chao, take her to the VIP rooms reserved for the hospital leaders’ families.”
He followed the stretcher into the A&E department after finishing.
Chuyi stared blankly at his back with moist eyes. His steps were definitely hasty, but how did Song Chuyi still look so dashing?
Forgive her for not being easily smitten, but she felt that Song Chuyi was someone who was dashing from inside out.
“Cough, Miss Yan. Please sit up here.” After a while, Zhu Chao pushed a wheelchair over from the side.
Changqing was helped onto the wheelchair.
On the way, she saw many crying families and her heart ached.
Zhu Chao pushed her to the ward on the eighth floor. It was clean inside with complete facilities, just like a mini apartment.
Zhu Chao brought the medicine over and smiled while asking, “Miss Yan, do you know our Dr. Song?”
Changqing hesitated for a while before nodding listlessly. “Isn’t Dr. Song from Neurology? Why did he go to the accident scene with you?”
Zhu Chao said while applying medicine for her, “That’s because Dr. Song will most likely be the next director of our hospital and everyone working at this hospital knows it well. Our current Director Yu intends to train him. Today’s accident is the most severe one the hospital has encountered in recent years and the situation is quite critical, so Director Yu sent Dr. Song to head over. Dr. Song might look very young, but he’s one of the best when it comes to clinical experience and standard of skills. Any normal doctors wouldn’t be able to handle the situation and would easily become flustered. Besides, I heard Dr. Song was sent over by the American Research Institute to North Africa five to six years ago when Dengue broke out there and therefore, he has the most experience in that aspect. Also, he’s also the best-looking in our hospital and when it comes to news interviews, he’s usually the one who does them.”
Changqing was in disbelief and hesitated before asking, “I remember Dengue killed many people then.”
“You also know about it?” Zhu Chao was a little astonished.
“Don’t forget, I work at a broadcasting station,” Changqing adjusted her mood and said, “Although I had yet to enter the broadcasting station then, I was close with an old colleague from the news department and he was also sent over to do a report six years ago when Dengue broke out. He came back afterwards and told me it was too horrifying there.”
“Yeah. Firstly, such diseases are indeed very contagious and are also life-threatening. Secondly, the military affairs in Africa then were very unstable.” Zhu Chao nodded in agreement. “However, I admire Dr. Song a lot. I’m currently his student.”
Changqing almost spouted: “That would make me your teacher’s wife,” but she bit her lip and swallowed it back in.
Zhu Chao asked anxiously, “Did I hurt you?”
Changqing shook her head.
Zhu Chao went out to busy herself after finishing up. When she was about to leave, Changqing asked, “When will Dr. Song be back?”
“Not sure, at least until after the surgery is completed. Just lie down and rest for now. Dr. Song will come over after he’s done.” Zhu Chao was actually uncertain but she still said that before she left.
After she left, Changqing quickly received a call from Wen Tong. Her tone was full of anxiousness and guilt. “Changqing, are you alright?”
“Do I look like I’m alright?” Changqing pouted. She felt reproachful in her heart but Wen Tong couldn’t be blamed either; Wen Tong only meant well for her.
“I’m sorry.” Wen Tong sounded weak and very guilty. “The chaos was really beyond my expectations. Why don’t we hire a few bodyguards?”
“…” Changqing sighed. “I can barely survive on my own yet I still have to hire bodyguards? Forget it. I’ve thrown all my face away anyway. Thinking about how Chi Yining has to sleep with such an ugly and fat person like Boss Feng, I think I already feel much better.”
Wen Tong felt even worse upon hearing that. “Do you have to comfort yourself like that?”
“What if I didn’t?” Changqing actually felt exceptionally aggrieved and also felt like crying but she didn’t want to cry in front of Wen Tong, afraid she would feel even more remorseful and be even more stressed.
Wen Tong was silent for a while before saying, “I just called Director Su and he understands. You don’t have to film today and we’ll see how it goes tomorrow. If you’re still in pain, I’ll tell Director Su. There are still many reporters outside right now, so you’d better stay in the hospital for a while. Anyway, there’s Song Chuyi there.”
Changqing gave an “Mm” softly.
“If it hurts, just act coquettishly to your husband.”
“I can’t be bothered with you.” Changqing hung up and soon after, she received calls from Yan Lei, Changxin, Ruan Yang successively to ask about her own condition. After that, Changqing was so annoyed by all the consolations that she simply switched her phone off.
In this day and age, the internet had developed too quickly and within half an hour, videos of her falling and being bullied in the hospital exploded on Weibo.
Changqing didn’t watch them because it was too embarrassing. She covered herself up in the blanket and laid down in bed. Perhaps she was too tired, so she fell asleep soon after.
It was seven in the evening. Song Chuchu was weary after completing the surgery. He washed his hands and disinfected himself, changing into a clean coat and when he came out, his primary assistant asked passionately, “Dr. Song, shall we grab a bite at the canteen together?”
“There’s no need, I still have something to do.” Song Chuyi called Zhu Chao after leaving with a cold face. “Where’s Yan Changqing?”
“In the ward on the eighth floor.”
“Have you delivered food to her?”
Zhu Chao suddenly slapped the back of her head violently. “I was too busy and forgot. Sorry, Dr. Song…”
“It’s okay, carry on.” Song Chuyi walked towards the wards.
He pushed open the door to the VIP ward. It was silent.
Changqing was sleeping on her side facing the door. Her trouser legs and sleeves were rolled up and she had medicine already applied. The blanket was stained with medicine while she slept.
Song Chuyi walked to the bedside and saw tiny water droplets hanging onto her lashes. Her mouth was pouted even though she was sleeping.
He bent over and stared at the patch of bruises on her hand, poking it with his finger.
Changqing woke up with a start from the pain and when she clearly saw that it was him, she sat up with a bolt, rubbing her eyes childishly and saying, “You’re done?”
“Just finished a surgery.” Song Chuyi stared down at her seriously. “Why did you show up at the main entrance of the hospital and even fall on the floor? Where was your assistant? What was she doing?”
“She… She wanted me to visit Guan Ying.” Under his strict gaze, Changqing became inexplicably cowardly, cowering and not daring to say she was good friends with Guan Ying even more. “Because Chi Yining also went and news of it got onto the headlines.”
“I think you also made it onto the headlines now too, but in an embarrassing way.” Song Chuyi didn’t look good and he chided her ruthlessly, “Have you ever wondered if I hadn’t gone over, how badly you would’ve been stepped on? China has the most people. Do you still remember those trampling stories? How many people get trampled to death? Those reporters wouldn’t let you off just because you’re a celebrity. They don’t care and after trampling you, they’ll still upload your ugliest side onto the web to serve as entertainment for others.”
“Enough said.” Changqing couldn’t listen anymore as she covered her ears. Her tears were almost flowing out from anger.
When she was feeling extremely miserable earlier, she kept using the fact that Chi Yining had to sleep with Boss Feng to comfort herself. Now that she finally felt a little better, Song Chuyi came to tear her face away ruthlessly.
She had a thin skin and was most afraid of throwing face and was also unwilling to recall how helpless she was when she fell with so many people ogling at her and taking photographs of her.
Song Chuyi took in a deep breath and sat at the side, watching her cry with a cold face.
