Lu Xiaoer was completely silent; she really couldn’t say a word.
Gui Wuling pursed his lips tightly...
"Wuling, don’t look like that."
"If one day I truly can’t stand at the operating table again, whether it’s you or Xiaoer, you will be my successors."
Gui Wuling and Lu Xiaoer almost simultaneously looked towards Song Jing.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes somewhat swollen behind the lenses, and though he was rather handsome, he looked somewhat aged.
Standing there, speaking of his injured hand, there wasn’t a trace of bitterness on his face.
He could even calmly accept reality.
"I can pass on everything I know and understand to you, without reservation. Anlin Hospital doesn’t just have Song Jing; there are many surgeons here far more skilled than me."
Lu Xiaoer’s eyes reddened, her throat felt as if it was being blocked by a stone.
Gui Wuling also felt very upset.
"The medical environment in our country now is indeed poor, whether speaking of compensation, work difficulty, or even interpersonal relationships, all of it is worrisome."
"However... when I saw Xiaoer come to the hospital for an internship, when I saw Wuling come, I truly felt that the younger generation was formidable."
"Teacher... speaking now, it’s as if you’ve set your heart on leaving the hospital."
"Haha! Alright, alright, I won’t say such disheartening things anymore. Look at you two... not mature at all."
Song Jing patted Lu Xiaoer on the shoulder, grabbed her by the shoulder, and Xiaoer looked up to meet Song Jing’s faint smile,
"Hold back your tears; otherwise, someone might see and think I, Song Jing, am bullying you."
Lu Xiaoer couldn’t help but find this both sad and funny, but after taking a deep breath, she really did manage to hold back her tears.
"Aren’t you going back?"
Song Jing saw that Gui Wuling was still standing there and couldn’t help but ask.
Gui Wuling was indeed observant. Song Jing’s words were obviously hinting for him to leave. He sniffled, hopped on his bicycle, bid farewell to Lu Xiaoer and Song Jing, and then immediately left.
After Gui Wuling had left, Lu Xiaoer earnestly said to Song Jing,
"I’m sorry, Song Jing."
Song Jing looked at Lu Xiaoer...
"I’m really sorry, why didn’t you tell me your injury was so serious..."
"Silly Xiaoer, let me tell you again, this is the entrance to the hospital. If you cry , I..."
Lu Xiaoer really couldn’t help it.
At that moment, the sound of a car horn rang out, followed closely by Lu Xiaoer’s phone ringing; it was the ride-hailing car she had ordered that had arrived.
Song Jing said to Lu Xiaoer, and without waiting for her response, he had already walked over to the ride-hailing car and rapped on the window,
The window rolled down.
Song Jing handed over one hundred yuan,
"Sorry to trouble you, please cancel the order. The car isn’t needed anymore."
The ride-hail driver accepted the money with a smile and then drove away.
Lu Xiaoer took out a tissue and wiped her eyes.
Song Jing said to Lu Xiaoer, and then the two of them walked side by side toward the parking lot.
"Crying , it really isn’t like you at all, Xiaoer."
Song Jing’s uninjured hand was casually tucked in his pocket.
He was gentle and amiable, the archetype of a good man.
Competent, and by the age of thirty-three, he had already become the head of surgery.
"But I really feel so sorry... If I had known it would ruin your life, I would rather have never harbored the idea of being a doctor!"
"What kind of logic is that?"
"If I hadn’t been set on becoming a doctor, I wouldn’t have come to Anlin Hospital, if I hadn’t come to Anlin Hospital I wouldn’t have met you, and then I wouldn’t have—"
Song Jing’s voice suddenly became stern.
Lu Xiaoer was startled by him as well, her gaze somewhat dazed as she looked at him.
"So you mean, you regret meeting me, knowing me?"
"Ah! That’s not what I meant! Why would you think that? I feel annoyed for you because if you hadn’t met me, you wouldn’t have..."
"Xiaoer, I am very grateful."
The irritations that Song Jing carried with a hint of authority just a second ago had already turned gentle and smiling,
"I am so grateful to have met you, for this... even if my hand was injured, even if I can never operate again, I still think it’s worth it."
Lu Xiaoer looked at Song Jing.
Unintentionally swallowing hard, this eye contact made her very uneasy. She was just about to shift her gaze and the topic to alleviate the awkwardness of the moment when Song Jing spoke first,
"Everyone’s fate is laid out before them, it’s not something you can change just because you want to."
"So I don’t want to see any guilt on your face anymore."
"Nor do I want your feelings towards me to be only apologetic in the future, after all, it wasn’t you who injured my hand, nor did you instruct someone to do it."
Lu Xiaoer truly felt a tremendous pressure in her heart.
She took a deep breath,
"Song Jing, if there is anything you need in the future, I will do it for you, without any hesitation."
She fixed her gaze on Song Jing, her eyes filled with unwavering resolve.
Song Jing was half a head taller than Xiaoer, his eyes falling on her face, her slightly tilted head... looked just like a chivalrous fighter from a martial arts novel, full of righteousness and blood-hot spirit.
"You will do anything for me, no matter what it is?"
"Xiaoer, you are speaking too grandly."
"Not at all, Song Jing, you are kind-hearted, open-minded, that’s a good thing, but no matter how many times you persuade me not to feel guilty, I can’t do it."
"So I will definitely take responsibility for this. Whatever it is, just say it, and I will do it."
"What if I ask you to do something bad?"
Song Jing narrowed his eyes.
Lu Xiaoer laughed, "As long as you say it, I’ll do it."
Seeing her cunning response, Song Jing couldn’t help saying, "You just know that I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that’s against conscience, don’t you..."
"Hahaha! Because you, Song Jing, are a good person!"
"Alright, get in the car! How about treating me to dinner tonight?"
Lu Xiaoer agreed immediately.
Compared to Zhongli Wuzhi, Song Jing was much more mature and stable.
Song Jing’s hands were injured, and perhaps he may never be able to operate again, those hands that had saved countless lives...
Just thinking about it made Lu Xiaoer feel deeply uncomfortable.
Had it been anyone else, they would have probably made her life unbearable by now...
But his magnanimity and tolerance, his composure and calmness, stood like a monument in her heart.
"Sir, you can’t park here."
A traffic police officer approached the sports car at the intersection and said to Zhongli Wuzhi inside.
Zhongli Wuzhi didn’t speak; his gaze was fixed on the two people inside the parking lot across the street. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel[f]ire.net
The traffic officer squinted his eyes, took out a citation, and began to copy Zhongli Wuzhi’s license plate. Then he asked him to produce his driver’s license and vehicle registration...