Chapter 1160: 1160: Love at First Sight in Medicine (Part 17)
Chapter 1160: Chapter 1160: Love at First Sight in Medicine (Part 17)
“I can predict my own physical condition.” Chuzheng’s tone was a bit cold, but very certain, “Doctor Yuk, you don’t need to worry.”
Yuk Jian was momentarily stunned, did she say she could predict her own physical condition?
Most people would just say they have a sense, and that there wouldn’t be any problems, but wouldn’t say something like that.
Yuk Jian realized that he probably couldn’t get rid of Chuzheng. It seemed that her family wasn’t around, and her caregiver was a hired maid, probably not much help.
Yuk Jian took a step back, “I’ll have the nurse bring you an extra bed. Please wait a moment.”
Chuzheng looked at the narrow companion bed, then at Yuk Jian’s bed, and did not object.
The nurse quickly brought and set up the bed, constantly glancing at Chuzheng, almost wanting to rush over and ask about her relationship with Doctor Yuk.
Yuk Jian didn’t look at Chuzheng; he was reading internal documents. The nurse, perhaps noticing his displeasure and Chuzheng’s icy demeanor, didn’t dare to speak, quickly tidied up and left the ward.
Chuzheng also didn’t speak much, lying down and taking out her phone to play.
“You should go to sleep.” At some point, Yuk Jian had put down what he was doing and was looking at her sideways.
“It’s still early.”
Yuk Jian stared at her.
Chuzheng turned her back to him.
Yuk Jian felt a “rebellious child at home” vibe, as he reached down to take the phone from her hands, “If you want to stay here, you have to listen to me.”
“You’re so annoying.”
Yuk Jian retreated back, leaning against the edge, “Then you should go home.”
“I’m not going back.”
There’s no way you’re tricking me into going back!
If it weren’t for you being my Good Person Card, I wouldn’t be here enduring this, you little heartless thing.
Several thoughts swirled in Chuzheng’s mind, perhaps feeling indignant, she crossed her arms as if to hug herself to calm down.
Yuk Jian glanced at the person with their back to him, then looked down at the phone. She had just opened a video app, pausing on the homepage.
Yuk Jian scrolled through the history records, all sorts of dramas, either currently popular or once popular.
The expressionless young girl actually enjoys such shows…
Yuk Jian recalled a term from the internet, “gap moe.”
He scrolled further down, the style changed to obscure but professional content.
There were even historical items…
Yuk Jian placed the phone aside, lay back down without looking at anything else, and turned off the light.
–
Chuzheng said she was taking care of him, but in fact, didn’t do much, at most handing him a glass of water. The doctors and nurses of the surgical department formed groups to watch her daily upon realizing she was there.
Someone discovered that she was the wealthy benefactor who donated some equipment to the hospital recently, sparking a flurry of rumors.
Yuk Jian occasionally received looks from colleagues that were either ambiguous or gossipy.
Consequently, Yuk Jian didn’t want to linger at the hospital. As soon as he was cleared for discharge, he proceeded with the discharge procedures immediately.
The hospital had brought in doctors from elsewhere, allowing him some time for recuperation.
Chuzheng carried their belongings, taking Yuk Jian back to his apartment.
Yuk Jian wasn’t keen on this, but could not refuse!
The girl simply gave no opportunity for refusal; like the time with the dinner issue, before you figured out how to decline, she’d already arranged the car, just waiting for you to get in.
Yuk Jian and Chuzheng entered the apartment lobby, only to find both elevators marked with maintenance signs.
A building manager stood nearby watching.
“The elevators are malfunctioning, you’ll need to take the stairs.” The building manager said.
Yuk Jian frowned slightly, “Both elevators are down?”
The manager was also troubled, “Yes, and I’m not sure why; they’re still being repaired, and it might take a while.”
Normally, taking the stairs would be no issue, but Yuk Jian couldn’t exert his leg too much; climbing would be challenging.
Unfazed by her physical limitations, the ever-bold Chuzheng offered to demonstrate her ‘boyfriend power’: “Want me to carry you?”
Yuk Jian couldn’t help but twitch his eye, assessing her slight frame, taking a deep breath, “I don’t want to become a murderer.”
Yuk Jian supported himself with a crutch, heading toward the stairs.
Chuzheng looked up and down at herself, finally just muttering a curse silently in her heart.
This lousy body.
Yuk Jian’s apartment was on the sixteenth floor; it was difficult given his condition, so he walked a bit at a time until the fifteenth floor.
From excessive reliance on his leg while climbing, Yuk Jian felt pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead, as he stepped onto a stair, perhaps unsteady, his body suddenly tipped downward.
Just when Yuk Jian thought he would fall, someone behind him held him up.
A warm hand clasped his wrist, gently stabilizing him.
Yuk Jian immediately withdrew from Chuzheng’s grasp, leaned against the wall to catch his breath, startled by his own large reaction, he hesitantly looked at Chuzheng.
She remained impassive, simply asking, “Can you still walk?”
Yuk Jian parted his lips but ultimately didn’t say a word, just nodded.
She knew his habits, consistently respecting them, avoiding any physical contact with him.
Yuk Jian couldn’t fathom this girl.
Sometimes she was domineering, leaving no room for negotiation, yet occasionally small gestures made one feel warm inside.
–
As soon as they entered the apartment, Yuk Jian went straight to the bedroom, emerging later in a different set of clothes.
Yuk Jian offered her a glass of water, limping to check the fridge’s stock.
“Hungry?”
“Hmm.”
“I’ll just whip up something quickly then.”
Chuzheng looked at his leg.
As if reading her mind, Yuk Jian assured, “Cooking is no problem.”
Perhaps due to his recent hospitalization, there weren’t many groceries at home; what he called casual was really just a simple bowl of noodles.
After eating, Chuzheng swiftly put the bowl into the dishwasher before Yuk Jian could, her movements rough yet bold, as if throwing a bomb instead of a bowl.
Yuk Jian listened to the sounds, calculating how many bowls were probably broken.
But once Chuzheng was done, his bowls were surprisingly intact.
Leaning against the table in light-colored loungewear, under the crystal lamp, Yuk Jian’s features were refined to near perfection.
Chuzheng walked over, her gaze meeting his, pausing her steps slightly, their eyes silently communicating.
As Chuzheng approached, Yuk Jian suddenly averted his gaze, turning to leave the dining area, returning to the living room.
Chuzheng rubbed her fingertip against her clothes nonchalantly, following him over.
Yuk Jian noticed her lingering presence, “You don’t plan on staying here, do you?”
“Can’t I?”
“It’s fine with the hospital, but… this is my home, it’s not right for a single man and woman to be alone in a room.” Yuk Jian spoke slowly, as if enunciating each word.
“I don’t mind.”
“I do.”
The last three words were said by Yuk Jian with utmost seriousness.
Ultimately, Chuzheng didn’t stay, only going downstairs to buy some things and restocked his fridge.
Yuk Jian looked at it; she had simply filled it up—a hodgepodge of everything.
“Call me if anything comes up.” Chuzheng paused, “I suppose you have my number?”
“Hmm.” Yuk Jian saw Chuzheng out the door, “Be careful on your way.”