When Hong Jingtian and Nalan Ye Jue returned from the men’s restroom, he was filled with doubt about life.
Qin Xin frowned slightly: "Why did it take so long? No one helped me prepare medicine for Xiangxiang."
Hong Jingtian had a bitter smile: "We, I... um..."
Nalan Ye Jue slightly curled his lips: "We talked a bit about medicine."
Qin Xin: "You both?"
Are you sure?
What would a surgeon and a big CEO chat about in terms of medicine?
Nalan Ye Jue’s face remained unchanged: "Mainly we discussed a certain functional aspect of surgery."
Qin Xin was puzzled: "..."
Hong Jingtian blushed: "..."
Young Master, spare me, please, sob sob sob!
＝＝
Xiangxiang’s surgery was very successful.
She was able to consume liquid food that very night, and her bleeding was controlled, with all vital signs gradually stabilizing.
"Miss, they say you’re going to marry Young Master Jue, is that right?" After lying on the hospital bed for so long, Xiangxiang looked haggard and thin, but her eyes were shining at this moment.
Qin Xin had been bombarded with calls and messages about this question countless times over the past couple of days, she nodded: "Yes."
Xiangxiang cried tears of joy: "That’s wonderful, Miss, it’s wonderful that I could wait for this day. I really want to help you with your hair, prepare your wedding dress, help you..."
Qin Xin tucked the blanket for Xiangxiang, her long fingers brushing her forehead, arranging the stray hair: "Silly girl, the biggest help you can give me is to take care of your health. Also, yes, I changed my name to marry him. Qin Xin is me, it’s a little secret between the two of us, remember to keep it hush-hush, okay?"
Xiangxiang stared blankly at Qin Xin.
"Secret... definitely..."
The Miss was so handsome her heart seemed like it wasn’t hers, unable to beat and work, sob.
"Uh, why is the ECG a bit unstable?" Qin Xin glanced at the machine, retracting her fingers from Xiangxiang’s temples, went to operate the machine.
Xiangxiang breathed a sigh of relief yet felt a bit reluctant, thinking about the upcoming wedding, she was happy for a while, then like an old nanny she started worrying about her dear Miss: "Miss, Young Master Jue’s leg... How will you perform the ceremony at the wedding?"
Qin Xin squinted her eyes: "That’s a good question. I will solve it tonight."
Xiangxiang: "Tonight?"
Young Master’s leg had been injured for so many years with no doctor able to fix it, what way could Miss possibly have to solve it?
Speaking of Nalan Ye Jue’s leg, Qin Xin suddenly thought of another question: "When I was young, my leg was injured, my knee broke? Do you remember this incident?"
Xiangxiang shook her head: "Miss, after I started following you, I have been wholeheartedly taking care of you, though I often make mistakes due to clumsiness, I would never let you get hurt, Miss please don’t be disgusted with Xiangxiang, okay..."
Qin Xin turned and touched her head: "It’s okay, just remembered to ask. I might have recalled wrong."
This dashing head-touch made Xiangxiang dizzy again for quite a while.
Qin Xin, meanwhile, silently pondered, Xiangxiang came to the Nalan Family ten years ago, if even Xiangxiang didn’t know about Lan Qingxin’s injury, then Lan Qingxin’s meniscus injury on her knee must have happened more than ten years ago.
Was it at the age of six? Seven, eight, nine?
During that time, did the brief encounter at the mountaintop hospital between Nalan Ye Jue and her happen?
Though this matter wasn’t something she pursued further, from time to time it flickered in her mind, carrying a faint sense of mystery.
But with the wedding approaching, the man was risking his life, braving great danger to draw out their enemies, she truly shouldn’t be thinking about these irrelevant matters.