Chapter 216: Chapter 209 Qiao Jing Is Forced to Go on a Blind Date
Zhan Yuanshan’s condition was something he was very familiar with; he had heard about it years ago while in the United States. Zhan Yuanshan was old and seriously ill, and it seemed he wouldn’t live much longer.
At that time, his mother was still alive, and he hesitated about whether to go back to see her, but in the end, he did not. His mother ended up passing away first.
Before she died, she made him promise to avenge her.
Later on, he received news that Zhan Yuanshan’s condition had gradually begun to improve.
At the time, he found it strange, because according to the information he had, Zhan Yuanshan’s illness was so severe, beyond the help of medicine or doctors, and his family had already begun making advance arrangements for his funeral.
But then Zhan Yuanshan miraculously recovered.
Thinking of this, Wu Xirui’s gaze fixed on Qiao Jing, his already narrow eyes squinting into slits.
“Do you really not know Divine Doctor Jing?” Wu Xirui leaned in closer and asked Qiao Jing again.
Qiao Jing stepped back to maintain a certain distance from Wu Xirui, his gaze shifting and landing on Wu Xirui’s left chest.
“Rather than that, shouldn’t you be more concerned about yourself? Since becoming a doctor, I have treated countless patients. To survive, those people don’t know what sins they’ve borne.
But you don’t take yourself seriously at all, recklessly damaging your own body. This time, I managed to stabilize your condition, but I won’t always be by your side every time. Aren’t you afraid of dying?”
“Afraid, of course I’m afraid, who isn’t? But——fear doesn’t help.”
Wu Xirui showed a rare solemn expression as he said this.
Everybody wants to live, his mother wanted to live, so did he; but fate was unkind. Despite his family’s wealth, what good was it?
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Wu Xirui suddenly laughed, looking at Qiao Jing, he continued, “Now I’m not worried anymore, with you here, you definitely won’t let me die, right?”
Qiao Jing looked at Wu Xirui’s smiling eyes, partly nonchalant, partly inscrutable.
“I promised you, I would cure your disease. I do what I say; from now on I’ll visit you once a week.”
Having said that, Qiao Jing no longer lingered and turned around to continue his slow jog.
He had just run a little way when he heard Wu Xirui’s voice from behind.
“I indeed want to use you.”
At these words, Qiao Jing abruptly stopped, and after a moment of silence, turned back to look at Wu Xirui.
Wu Xirui lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then exhaled.
Qiao Jing kept staring at the cigarette in Wu Xirui’s hand, “Don’t you know that smoking accelerates the process of arterial sclerosis and worsens myocardial ischemia?”
Wu Xirui didn’t seem intent on extinguishing the cigarette, “One can’t live constantly worrying about this and that. If we give up everything, what’s the point of living?”
Qiao Jing continued to stare at the cigarette expressionlessly, “Suit yourself, find someone else to treat you.”
“No, no, I won’t smoke anymore, alright?” Wu Xirui’s words startled Lan Yinyin.
Lan Yinyin, having followed Wu Xirui for many years, knew well that Wu Xirui liked to smoke when he had nothing else to do. The doctors’ advice was useless; in the end, they were the ones to suffer.
Wu Xirui placed the cigarette in his pocket.
“What, planning to take it with you, to smoke when I can’t see?” Qiao Jing said indifferently, “I believe my medical skills are quite good, but they are not so good that I can cure you if you don’t quit smoking.”
With a helpless smile on his face, Wu Xirui took the cigarette out of his pocket and tossed it into the trash can.
“Does that satisfy you now, Doctor Qiao?”
Lan Yinyin’s eyes bulged with surprise; Wu Xirui’s actions left her increasingly shocked and bewildered.
Was Wu Xirui really just trying to snatch Qiao Jing away from Zhan Qipei? Even if that was the case, was Wu Xirui going too far?
After Qiao Jing left, Lan Yinyin got out of the car and walked over to Wu Xirui.
“Fifth Master, that bitch Qiao Jing is so rude to you, do you want me to find an opportunity to secretly teach her a lesson?”
As soon as Lan Yinyin finished speaking, she saw Wu Xirui slowly turn his head, gazing at her with eyes as if looking at a dead person.
“Would you like to slap yourself, or shall I do it?” Wu Xirui said coldly, staring at Lan Yinyin. She felt as if she had caught the attention of a demon from hell, her back went cold, her hair stood on end, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.
“Hmm?” Wu Xirui’s face showed an impatient expression.
Lan Yinyin snapped out of it, not daring to delay any longer, and raised her hand to slap her own face.
“Slap—slap slap—” Lan Yinyin kept hitting her face, leaving distinct red and white marks, showing how harshly she was hitting herself.
Throughout the process, Wu Xirui’s face did not show an ounce of extra expression, just watching coldly and indifferently.
“Slap slap slap—” The sound of slaps continued, one after another, Wu Xirui did not signal her to stop, and Lan Yinyin didn’t dare to stop.
“Remember, if you dare to insult her again, I will make your life a living hell!”
“Yes, yes,” Lan Yinyin choked back, cursing Qiao Jing in her heart.
It was all Qiao Jing’s fault!
She got her into this mess!
What happened to Fifth Master? Why was he so protective of Qiao Jing?
“Also, in the next couple of days, I will arrange for you to be sent to Zhan Qipei’s bed as soon as possible.”
Wu Xirui couldn’t wait to see Zhan Qipei and Lan Yinyin rolling in the sheets, and then Qiao Jing would appear right at that moment.
He was certain that, given Qiao Jing’s temperament, there would no longer be any chance between her and Zhan Qipei.
“Buzz buzz buzz—” The vibration of the phone rang out; the call was from the deputy director of the orphanage.
This deputy director once took care of Qiao Jing when she was at the orphanage and was very fond of her.
“Hello? Teacher Qian, what’s the matter?”
“Qiao Jing! You haven’t forgotten about our meeting today, have you?”
Hearing this, Qiao Jing suddenly remembered what the deputy director had told her on the phone a few days ago.
She said that Qiao Jing was not getting any younger and that Lin Xiuxiang was getting married. If Qiao Jing continued to be alone, she might end up an old maid.
That’s generally the way the elderly think, afraid that their children and descendants will grow old without anyone to marry.
At that time, she refused, but she couldn’t withstand the deputy director’s earnest persuasion. She even lied about being married, but the deputy director just wouldn’t believe her.
Finally, feeling too embarrassed to let down the deputy director’s kindness, she reluctantly agreed.
Qiao Jing checked the previous chat record sent by the deputy director and found the address of the blind date.
“Huh? Red Star Cafe, why does this name sound so familiar? It seems I’ve heard it somewhere.”
Qiao Jing couldn’t recall where she had heard it, and rather than continue to ponder, she decided to simply go first.
On the way to the cafe, there was a rear-end collision and traffic, so Qiao Jing was three minutes late.