Half-blooded elder brother...
Lu Mian’s lips twitched slightly, unsure how to respond.
Xiao Qimo’s face stern as bronze, he directly shoved Yun Sang to the side.
How had he never noticed how shameless Yun Sang could be?
"Yun Sang, do you have anything to do with Lu Mian?" He couldn’t be bothered to talk to such an idiotic brother, holding Lu Mian’s hand, he strode forward, "Mianmian, let’s go."
"Tsk, what’s a penny worth? We have a relationship worth five hundred million!" Yun Sang snatched Lu Mian’s wrist, "Sister, you agree, don’t you?"
Caught between them, with one person pulling each arm, Lu Mian felt very confused about the situation.
How did she suddenly get caught between the two?
The girl blinked sincerely and asked, "Aren’t you two good buddies?"
Xiao Qimo snorted with aloofness.
Yun Sang frowned with disgust.
Xiao Qimo stood in the middle, using his body to separate Yun Sang and Lu Mian, and without looking back, led Lu Mian away, "Mianmian, we still need to go to the hospital to see your little uncle."
Yun Sang was thus squeezed out of the conversation, watching the departing figures of Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo, he forlornly kicked the floor tiles.
When he pulled out his phone, the screen showed 69 missed calls, all from Zhou Xin.
Tsk, so I can’t even take a little break?
Mo Nie drove Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian to the central hospital.
On the way, Mo Nie hesitated several times, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.
For the first time in his life, he found reporting to his superior to be such a difficult task.
Until they reached the hospital entrance, Mo Nie hadn’t found the opportunity to speak. Clutching the steering wheel, he couldn’t help but wonder: Did Mr. Mo really come back for work?
Xiao Qimo accompanied Lu Mian to the hospital.
Lu Mian casually asked, "Aren’t you going home?"
"Cough." Xiao Qimo pushed up his glasses, "Since I’m here already, I’ll also visit Uncle."
Lu Mian didn’t think much of it and pressed the elevator button to go up to the surgical floor.
Ya Ling’s office was set up independently, and when the two arrived, Fu Yu was sitting on the couch.
"Little Uncle." Lu Mian walked over and greeted softly.
Fu Yu, recognizing the footsteps, had his warm face light up with joy, "Mianmian, you’re here."
Lu Mian hmmed in acknowledgment and approached, with Xiao Qimo also calling out "Mr. Fu" from the side.
Fu Yu paused slightly.
"You’re still in school, why bother coming all this way?"
"I definitely had to come." Lu Mian couldn’t rest easy without seeing him finish the surgery and safe and sound.
Although a lot had happened during this period, and it was confirmed that she had no blood relation to Mrs. Fu’s family, Lu Mian’s attitude towards this little uncle had never changed.
She didn’t plan to tell Fu Yu about it either, to avoid him feeling any estrangement towards her.
"Uncle, how did your checkup go?"
Ya Ling handed over a stack of medical reports, "No problem with the checks, surgery can be done at any time. Now, we’re just waiting for your miracle drug."
Lu Mian flipped through a few pages of medical reports with her fingertips and then returned them to Ya Ling.
Fu Yu stood up leaning on a cane, "Mianmian, I’m going to the restroom."
Xiao Qimo understood immediately and said, "I’ll accompany him; you two talk."
The two men left the office.
Lu Mian was completely focused on the surgery and didn’t notice those details.
Ya Ling repeated the surgery arrangements to Lu Mian.
"Yixin requested that her surgery be done first, followed by Mr. Fu’s."
"Miss Shen requested that?" Lu Mian was somewhat surprised.
"Yeah, she said she wanted me to practice on her first. But don’t worry, Brother Mian, I won’t be the only one performing the surgery. I’ll be operating with Ye Jinwen, and I have also invited the chief ophthalmologist Du Changyi to guide us, so there shouldn’t be any problems."
Lu Mian patted Ya Ling’s hand, who seemed quite playful, but when it came to medical science, her attitude and skills were beyond reproach.
She trusted Ya Ling completely.
It was just that Yixin’s choice surprised her. Regardless of the motivation, she felt grateful towards Shen Yixin.
At the end of the corridor.
Fu Yu hadn’t actually gone to the bathroom; he had just found an excuse to call Xiao Qimo out.
"Mr. Xiao, you must have been quite busy with all the preparations for my surgery, haven’t you?"
The strong will to survive made Xiao Qimo subconsciously more alert. This seemingly gentle uncle was not someone to be taken lightly. Every word he spoke was a potential trap.
He answered cautiously, "It’s all part of what I should do."
Fu Yu nodded slightly, "No matter what, I owe you a favor for this. As the elder, I certainly can’t expect Mianmian to repay a favor for me, right?"
Xiao Qimo thought to himself that something was not right; he must have misspoken.
This uncle must be concerned that he would ask Mianmian for a favor, right?
The elegant man quickly added, "Mr. Fu, you don’t have to worry. The whole affair was handled by Mianmian; I actually didn’t help much. You don’t owe me any favor, and neither does Mianmian."
Fu Yu’s brow relaxed slightly, yet he was still puzzled.
"How did Mianmian get the special medication?"
Xiao Qimo chuckled, "She’s quite capable."
Ya Ling’s office received two visitors who seemed to be of some importance, and many in the hospital noticed.
An intern knocked on Du Changyi’s door, handed him the invitation letter, and gossiped, "Professor, two more people visited Ya Ling’s office today; it seems they’re here concerning Mr. Fu’s surgery."
Without looking up from his work, Du Changyi kept writing medical records.
"I heard that the dean also takes this surgery very seriously, having talked to Ya Ling several times already. And that Ye Family’s Ye Jinwen also visits Ya Ling’s office from time to time. Professor, is their surgery really that important?"
Du Changyi shook his head, "Probably drawn by the hype of some sort of miracle drug."
"That’s what I thought."
The intern immediately pushed the invitation letter in front of Du Changyi, "See, Professor, I told you. In the end, Ya Ling still turned to you, didn’t she? Here’s the formal invitation letter!"
Only then did Du Changyi put down his pen and glance at the letter without opening it.
He furrowed his brows and asked an unrelated question, "Has there been any reply from that elderly patient with macular degeneration we saw earlier?"
"Oh, you mean him..." The intern immediately remembered who that was, guessing the other party must be some influential figure they didn’t want to offend. Du Changyi and the whole department took it very seriously.
"The assistant said they’ll schedule a time in the next couple of days to personally bring the elderly gentleman in for a consultation."
Du Changyi nodded, then pushed away the invitation letter on his desk, saying indifferently, "Just say I have important patients to see in the next few days and don’t have time."
The intern understood.
This was a polite refusal of Ya Ling’s invitation.
"Alright, Professor, I’ll go reply to her right away."