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Pei Junchi?

He is here too?

The scene of the day when Yu Qingluo came back suddenly emerged in his mind. He was one of the many caregivers, and Yu Qingluo seemed to be still wearing his clothes; then he thought of the scene of her holding Zhou Yulang in the ward just now. Every frame was like stabbing Yin Liting's heart with guilt and remorse.

He felt suffocated and uncomfortable, but he could not help but be happy, he even felt grateful.

It was him who failed in his duty.

Leng Wu's lips were tightly pursed into a line, but then slowly relaxed. He turned around and Yin Liting returned to the ward.

At this time, in the room, Mrs. Chen had already opened the food box and heated up the snacks. Yu Qingluo was picking out some to eat. Mrs. Chen had just put out the fruit plate and brought it out, and Yin Liting took it over:

"Give it to me, and go and boil some pear juice."

Yu Qingluo has been having recurring fever and a little cough. Snow pears moisten the lungs, so they often boiled pear juice for her to drink these past two days.

"Okay, Master."

Mrs. Chen went to the tea room and put the fruit plate aside. Yin Liting then sat down on the chair beside the bed.

"What to eat?"

Without even looking at it, Yu Qingluo shook his head, lowered his eyes, held the soft bread in his hand, and took another big bite.

Although Yu Qingluo was not a picky eater, she was very restrained when it came to high-calorie desserts like bread and cakes, especially those that obviously had a lot of fillings. But at this moment, she was like a greedy child who had never eaten such delicious food before, and she almost stuffed the food into her mouth.

She didn't want to talk to him.

She wanted to eat sweets and she was in a bad mood.

These few actions conveyed these meanings to Yin Liting's mind.

He remembered one time when they went out to eat together, she took a fancy to a very expensive small cake and he wanted to order it for her, but she said it was not a good idea to eat at night because it would make her fat, and she also couldn't eat desserts, otherwise it would be useless when she needed it.

He didn't understand and thought she was just worried about the money, so she explained to him with a smile, "When life is too bitter and you can't bear it anymore, you will feel happy when you eat something sweet, so she will put candy in her pocket when she is working, because the service industry often cannot avoid being wronged, and she doesn't need dessert when she is happy."

At that time, he said that she was having a twisted logic, but he was happy when she said "happy", because there were only the two of them at that time, and he felt that her happiness had something to do with him.

Later, he didn't force her to order anything, but sent her a small red envelope with the same amount as the cake, 688 yuan, not a cent more or less, saying it was for her to buy something to eat, and told her to buy it herself when she couldn't help it.

She laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

It was a very ordinary and normal meal. He didn’t think much of it before, but now when Yin Liting recalled it, he felt it was quite sweet and left a deep impression on him. In fact, the two of them were always very happy together.

She injected color and freshness into his mechanical life that had remained the same for many years. Since being with her, he felt that his life and emotions had returned to normal, and he was no longer a workaholic with his mind "full of work".

She really brought him a lot of joy, but because of his negligence, he often made her angry and hurt her, and this time -

She must be sad and disappointed!

Suddenly he realized that although she had not refused his care and approach since she came back and was hospitalized, she had been very silent, as if she had never spoken a word to him. Yin Liting's heart suddenly panicked:

"Luoluo..."

In a hurry, he stood up directly, but he couldn't utter the three words "I'm sorry" when they came to his lips. He knew very well how hurtful these words were.

While Yin Liting was paused, there was a rustling sound outside the door. A doctor and a nurse came to check on the patient. Then he cleaned up the dining table in front of Yu Qingluo and took the piece of bread that was left in her hand.

Soon, a group of people came in. The attending doctor first asked about her condition, then looked at the injuries on her feet, legs and arms. While explaining things to the nurse, he asked the nurse to take her temperature again.

"The skin injuries have basically started to scab over. It's not a big deal if there's no inflammation. You still have to be careful not to get wet recently. It may be a little itchy during the recovery period. Try not to scratch it too hard, as that can easily leave scars."

"The wound on your foot is too deep. Don't let your shoes touch the wound or try not to wear shoes or walk less. Otherwise, your skin will rot if it gets rubbed too deep."

The doctor's brows knitted as he muttered. At this moment, the nurse who took the temperature shouted again:

"Doctor Zhang, her temperature is over 39 degrees. She has a fever again. What's going on? She was normal this morning. She's still on IV drip. Why is she having a fever again?"

"It's rare to go down and up so frequently."

"We have done all the tests that can be done, and there is no major problem. What should we do now?"

The nurses who came with him were obviously novices. They looked through the reports and examination records and were visibly at a loss. Yin Liting became a little anxious when he was about to say something when another slow male voice came:

"Don't push me, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Mr. Wen, hurry up, everyone is waiting for you."

At the door, a young nurse came in pushing a middle-aged man in a white coat who looked plump. Everyone made way for them without any prior agreement.

Yin Liting turned his head, but was stunned:

Isn't this the Chinese doctor who gave Zhu Nianqing acupuncture before? Why did they call him here?

At this time, the attending physician also gave up his seat and stood back:

"Mr. Wen, please come and take a look. This patient has a recurring fever. It's not serious, but it won't get better. Also, the skin and flesh on her feet are severely worn out. Do you have any way to treat it?"

After hearing the way people addressed him, Yin Liting felt that this Chinese medicine doctor might be quite capable and of high status. Upon closer inspection, he was surprised to find that this middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties actually had a hunched back. When he heard them calling him "Mr. Wen" and the nurse was still half-supporting him with one hand, Yin Liting couldn't help but think:

Could it be that this “old” is not just a respectful title?

The old Chinese doctor first looked at the wound on Yu Qingluo's foot, then walked to the bedside and said:

"Little girl, don't be nervous. Come on, stretch out your hand and I'll take your pulse."

After a moment, he withdrew his hand, took out his acupuncture kit and gave her two more injections:

"It's okay. The girl has a good physical foundation. She just has a lot on her mind. The cold air has entered her body and there is a little heat in her lungs. A person's life is only about 30,000 days. Think about it. We come alone and leave alone. We are just a shell. Why should we be so hard on ourselves?"

"Stop giving her the medicine. I'll give her some treatment and apply a plaster. It's no big deal."

Waving his hand to signal everyone to leave, the old Chinese doctor looked at Yin Liting again:

"Is this your sister? Don't worry, her condition is much milder than your girlfriend's. It's a congenital defect, there's no cure and you can only take care of her. Young people should still believe in the wisdom of our ancestors. Bring her here some other day and I'll take a look at her."