Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
However, as soon as she left the house, Chu Yihan was sitting in the courtyard. His expression was solemn, and upon seeing Saint Ruan standing beside Su Yingxue, his demeanor became somewhat menacing.
Su Yingxue had just completed surgery, and even though she had changed her clothes, there was still a hint of the lingering scent of blood.
Chu Yihan detected it and furrowed his brow. “What happened? Did Saint Ruan force you into something again?”
Su Yingxue was about to explain when Saint Ruan exclaimed, “I didn’t! Chu Yihan, swear on your conscience, am 1 the kind of person who would do such things?”
Chu Yihan lacked a conscience, but confidently replied, “You are.”
Saint Ruan was left speechless.
He felt his dignity had been trampled upon.
Seeing Saint Ruan’s frustration, Su Yingxue quickly pulled Chu Yihan aside and explained, “Saint Ruan found a patient with the same illness as my father. He has been a worker at Red Brocade Lane for many years which brought him here. We just performed surgery on him together, and it went smoothly. The patient is now recovering.”
“Surgery?” Chu Yihan hadn’t witnessed it, but Su Yingxue explained that it was another method of treating and saving lives. It was risky but could save critically ill patients, like Su Dingheng and this worker.
Chu Yihan’s eyes revealed a touch of admiration. “You’re quite courageous. Even ordinary doctors would hesitate when faced with such cases.”
Su Yingxue’s eyes sparkled. “Medicine is vast and profound, with endless possibilities for learning. If there’s innovation, why doubt it? Why not embrace it? The ability to save more lives is what makes a doctor most proud.”
Chu Yihan’s lips curved up. Su Yingxue always managed to surprise him.
His expression unconsciously softened, making him even more attractive.
Saint Ruan suddenly felt a pang of sourness. “An older man chasing after young ladies and still being so old-fashioned! Disgusting!”
“Such age? Who’s of such age?” Zhilan, who was preparing lunch, came over, looking particularly curious.
“The man across from your Miss is almost thirty, still unmarried and alone. Isn’t he an old bachelor?” Saint Ruan snorted indignantly. “And he’s still trying to woo your Miss. If he had married earlier, he could have been a father by now!”
Saint Ruan snorted disdainfully.
Su Yingxue’s mouth twitched slightly.
However, upon reflection, if Chu Yihan had married early, his child would indeed be around ten.
Chu Yihan’s face darkened. “A seventy-year-old man dares to call me old?”
“Hey, where did I become seventy? I’m a young man in my twenties! Young girl, what do you think?” Saint Ruan patted Zhilan’s head.
Zhilan, oblivious to Saint Ruan’s age, nodded. “Young Master Ruan is probably in his twenties.”
“Zhilan, your eyesight isn’t great. If Young Master Ruan had married early, he would have a grandson your age now,” Su Yingxue kindly reminded.
Zhilan opened her mouth in surprise. It could fit an egg. “You… No! Are you already… this old?”
“What old? You guys are the old ones!” Saint Ruan stamped his feet.
Saint Ruan knew that Chu Yihan was jealous of him being able to perform surgery with Su Yingxue, hence he was targeting him .
So, he proudly took out the surgical tools that Su Yingxue had custom-made for him and intentionally flaunted them in front of Chu Yihan. “Ah, some people, just because they’re a few years younger, can’t bully me.. After all, not everyone has what that young girl prepared for me!”