She didn’t dare to ask what she was doing and obediently lay on the bed.
A minute passed, and she hadn’t returned.
Two minutes passed, and she still hadn’t returned.
Jin Yu was getting anxious, wanting to get out of bed but then remembered her words and didn’t dare to get down, stiffly lying in bed counting the time.
Half an hour later, Jin Yu sat up from the bed abruptly.
She wouldn’t have gotten scared away, would she?
Just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard Xu Niannian’s soft voice coming from outside.
"Doctor Wu, please come in."
The corners of Jin Yu’s mouth twitched, it couldn’t be what he was thinking, could it?
Xu Niannian was not very familiar with the town.
The only clinic she remembered was the one she visited the first time.
She remembered that last time Jin Yu had also been to see Old Wu for treatment.
So she simply invited Old Wu over, and on the way, Xu Niannian had already told Old Wu where Jin Yu was injured.
Leading Old Wu into the room, Xu Niannian was the first to push the door open, startling Jin Yu into hurrying back down onto the bed.
Old Wu came in holding a medical kit, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Jin Yu.
Ah, it’s this young man.
Old Wu instantly narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Xu Niannian helped Old Wu to the bedside and moved a stool for him, "Doctor Wu, this is the patient I told you about, you should recognize him."
She remembered the first time she went to Old Wu’s place to pretend to get medicine for a skin condition. At that time, Jin Yu and Old Wu were talking inside for a long time, and they seemed quite familiar with each other.
Jin Yu pricked up his ears. Hearing these two words, he still didn’t understand the situation.
Hadn’t he said he was just pretending?
Sitting up abruptly, Jin Yu asked her, "What illness? I’m not sick."
At this moment, all of Jin Yu’s explanations, in Xu Niannian’s eyes, seemed like desperate cover-ups, the more he insisted he wasn’t sick, the more certain it was that there was a problem.
Men, after all, love to save face, and have strong pride.
His face had turned pale from pain just now, how could he possibly be alright?
Xu Niannian comforted him, "It’s okay, the doctor will just take a look. Don’t worry, if there really is something wrong, I... I will marry you."
Jin Yu: "I really... have something wrong."
This big turn around made Jin Yu’s speech fluctuate.
He looked at Old Wu seriously and gave him a signal with his eyes, extending his hand weakly, "Doctor, could you take a look, see if I’m still okay?"
On the last word "okay", Jin Yu emphasized the tone, hoping that with his familiarity with Old Wu, Old Wu would understand his meaning.
Old Wu indeed understood, but only halfway. Thɪs chapter is updated by novelꞁire.net
He saw Jin Yu was pretending, and the aim was to gain sympathy.
Old Wu knew very well that Jin Yu was generally good with everything except that he couldn’t swallow his pride when it came to women, so he was using this illness pretense.
And knowing Jin Yu, he realized that even if he was trying to look pitiful, he certainly wasn’t doing a very convincing job.
Thus, Old Wu decided to lend Jin Yu a hand.
He pretended to place his fingers on Jin Yu’s wrist, with a very grave expression on his face.
Xu Niannian’s heart skipped a beat, and she asked nervously, "Doctor Wu, how is he doing?"
Old Wu sighed, "It’s not looking good."
"I knew it." Xu Niannian’s eyes reddened again. She was right after all, his claims of faking it were just lies.
For the first time deceiving a young lady, Old Wu felt particularly disrespectful and said with reluctance, "However... there’s still a chance he could recover normally."
As soon as she heard there was a chance for a normal recovery, Xu Niannian immediately perked up, eagerly asking, "What can we do to help him recover normally?"
Old Wu took out a cloth wrap from his medical box, unfolded it on the bed, revealing a row of long, slender silver needles.