Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qiao Lian’s face was as pale as before, but her right hand had stopped trembling even though it was still weak.
It was hard to imagine how much her frail body had endured in life.
And what about him?
At the time she would have needed him the most, he had not been by her side.
Even eight years after that… when they met again, he had wanted to take revenge, hit her, harm her.
Right at this moment, Shen Liangchuan felt downright ashamed of himself.
Despite the fact that there were others in the room, he just could not bear this sudden urge to walk to her and hold her tightly in his arms.
Fortunately.
Fortunately, she was still alive and kicking.
Qiao Lian gave the man before her a stunned look.
What was wrong with Shen Liangchuan?
As she held her trembling hand against her chest, although she had not spoken a word, one could sense her post-traumatic stress.
The way he was holding and pressing her tightly in his embrace was, strangely, somewhat heartbreaking.
Was it because her hand…?
All at once, Qiao Lian turned white.
She coughed once and pushed Shen Liangchuan away, asking, “What’s wrong?”
She forced a smile. “Actually my fingers can function perfectly fine for day-to-day living. Even if it doesn’t get any better, it’s alright. After all, I’m old! If I continued gaming after the age of 25, it would be past my golden period and people will think it’s a joke. I’ll just focus on being a coach from now on and that’s not too bad.”
This self-mockery was saddening to hear.
Indeed, the golden period for a gamer was below the age of 25. But she had missed out on those eight years.
Her dreams were getting further and further away.
Shen Liangchuan felt all the more bitter.
Moving her aside, he suddenly looked at Dr. Zhao and said, “You must heal her hand.”
Sighing, Dr. Zhao said, “I’ll try my best.”
As the X-ray film would take half an hour to process, they sat waiting in the office.
Dr. Zhao walked up to Qiao Lian and carefully examined her hand, asking some related questions.
Dr. Zhao finally said after beating around the bush, “Ms. Qiao, have you been in Beijing all this time?”
Qiao Lian nodded.
“Eh… After you left, your uncle and his family kept looking for you.”
Upon hearing this, Qiao Lian pursed her lips and did not speak.
Dr. Zhao continued, “They looked rather pitiful. They used to depend on you for living. After the tragedy struck, their home and belongings were all confiscated. Your cousin dropped out of junior high school, now she’s grown-up and independent. The toughest part is over.”
Finally, something seemed to have stirred her emotions. She pursed her lips and said, “How is my uncle doing health-wise?”
Shen Liangchuan raised an eyebrow when he heard this question.
She had asked about her uncle, but made no mention of her aunt or her cousin.
“He’s quite well.” Dr. Zhao said.
He made her clench her fingers. “How does that feel?”
Qiao Lian frowned and said, “It’s sore and weak. It feels out of control.”
Dr. Zhao frowned.
Shen Liangchuan asked, “How is it?”
Dr. Zhao sighed. “Let’s wait until the examination report is out.”
At this point, a young nurse walked in with a laboratory test form and handed it over to Dr. Zhao.
Dr. Zhao held up the form and looked at the X-ray for a long time. Then, he put down the form and looked up.
Before he could speak, Shen Liangchuan asked again impatiently, “How is it? Can you heal her hand?”
After these words, Qiao Lian looked at Dr. Zhao, her eyes full of hope.