A. Bai Yueguang Said Nothing And Just Cried For The Substitute B. Chapter 15
byWēn Sòng instantly understood the meaning of the period Guān Suī had sent.
He guessed that Guān Suī was unhappy after seeing Zhào Míngzhuó’s social media post and had sought him out.
[Sòng]: What’s wrong.
Guān Suī was likely glued to the chat interface, replying instantly: [Unhappy.]
Wēn Sòng’s guess was correct.
[Sòng]: Why.
[S]: Was the noodle soup good.
With those five short words, Wēn Sòng immediately grasped Guān Suī’s true meaning.
[S]: Doesn’t Zhào Míngzhuó have a maid? Does he need your meticulous care.
[Sòng]: He is my boyfriend.
[S]: When are you breaking up? I want to be your boyfriend too.
Wēn Sòng: “?”
Guān Suī’s sudden statement rendered him speechless.
What should he say?
He had no idea how to reply.
Every action the other party took reeked of “absolute determination.” He knew Wēn Sòng had a boyfriend, yet he was completely undeterred.
Finally, Wēn Sòng opened the input panel and slowly typed a few words: [What you’re doing is blatant poaching.]
With a whoosh, Guān Suī sent a voice message lasting a few seconds.
Wēn Sòng originally intended to tap the convert-to-text option, but his hand trembled, and he accidentally played the voice message.
He wanted to quickly press the screen off to stop it, but the clear, husky voice, electronically processed with a hint of magnetism and sexiness, had already transmitted from the phone.
———“Hmm, will you let me poach?”
The volume was neither too loud nor too soft, perfectly audible.
It included Guān Suī’s casual tone, and if one listened closely, they would detect a slight hint of amusement.
Wēn Sòng’s heart leaped to his throat as if he had been caught doing something wrong—it truly felt no different from having an affair. He maintained his composure and looked toward Zhào Míngzhuó, who was sound asleep on the sofa.
One second, two seconds… five seconds.
The other party showed no sign of waking up.
Seeing this, Wēn Sòng finally let out a sigh of relief.
He took his phone, turned, and left the living room. He slid open the glass door and stepped out into the front yard, which was filled with various beautiful flowers.
For some unknown reason, he compulsively tapped on Guān Suī’s voice message again.
After listening, his emotions were completely calm, yet his face felt inexplicably hot.
The other party’s Mandarin was very standard, but Wēn Sòng somehow associated the pronunciation of “poach” (qiāo) with another, dirtier, vulgar, and indecent word.
Perhaps… Guān Suī’s image had already been stereotyped in his mind.
That Alpha had said similar things that night. Although not as straightforward or crude as this, the meaning conveyed was exactly the same.
[Sòng]: No.
[S]: Then I’ll continue being the mistress.
Wēn Sòng: “……….?”
This was the first time Wēn Sòng realized Guān Suī was so shameless.
This time, Wēn Sòng did not reply to the other party’s message.
Just as he was about to put his phone away, he received a call from the hospital.
“Hello, Mr. Wēn, we are from the City Center First People’s Hospital. Ms. Sòng Lánxuě’s condition is currently…”
The color instantly drained from Wēn Sòng’s face. His knuckles, gripping the phone, turned white from the force.
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City Center First People’s Hospital.
Wēn Sòng quickly stepped out of the car and hurried up the steps, taking the familiar route to the inpatient department.
Outside the ward, a nurse stood by the door. Seeing his arrival, she habitually reached out to stop the patient’s family member, preventing them from emotionally disturbing the doctor during the examination.
However, the Beta before her, aside from walking too fast, his chest rising rapidly, and frequent gasps for breath, showed no sign of being so agitated as to disregard the obstruction and rush into the ward.
“Excuse me, how is Ms. Sòng Lánxuě doing?” Wēn Sòng stabilized his emotions and asked calmly.
The nurse held her record book and said seriously, “She suddenly started vomiting after taking her medication half an hour ago. The doctor is currently examining her. The situation is not extremely serious, but the family should still be mentally prepared.”
A pang of pain shot through Wēn Sòng’s chest.
Though he appeared composed now, his anxiety was churning inside, making it impossible to fully settle down.
A few days ago, the doctor had told him that his grandmother’s condition was not optimistic, but since there was no deterioration or worsening, she could maintain treatment and medication to recuperate. Once certain high values decreased, the risk of surgery would be low.
He hadn’t expected the vomiting to occur just a few days later.
“Is there absolutely nothing that can be done about this?” Wēn Sòng asked.
The nurse thought for a moment, then shook her head slightly, “I apologize, sir. The specific situation requires the doctor’s diagnosis before we can know the result.”
Wēn Sòng knew that being nervous or anxious was useless; he needed to wait for the doctor to emerge from the ward to understand why the vomiting had occurred.
Ten minutes passed.
The ward door finally opened.
The doctor took off his mask as soon as he stepped out.
“Doctor, how is my grandmother now? Is there any problem?” Wēn Sòng asked immediately.
The doctor paused and said, “The situation is not critical. She is experiencing drug rejection, and further examination is required.
“However—”
Wēn Sòng pressed, “However what?”
The doctor explained, “The specialist you contacted yesterday, the one researching Pheromone Cancer Cells, examined Ms. Sòng’s physical condition. We are not entirely clear on the results here. You can ask them; they specialize in related illnesses and will understand the situation better than we do.”
Medical exchange symposiums are held annually in the country, where experts form teams dedicated to related difficult and complex diseases with extremely low national cure rates.
The expert team for Pheromone Cancer Cells has not been in the country for the past few years. Even if the local doctors understand the related illness, they lack professional authority and knowledge compared to the specialists.
Not to mention that the team’s experts were once attending surgeons, and their success rate for Pheromone Cancer Cells reached 80 percent.
Wēn Sòng was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized that Guān Suī had likely found someone to check on his grandmother’s condition.
He was still in the consideration phase.
Yet the other party was offering help “without holding a grudge.”
For a moment, Wēn Sòng couldn’t find the right words to describe his current feelings.
“Alright,” he nodded toward the doctor, “Thank you for your trouble.”
The doctor replied, “It’s nothing. We will conduct new examinations over the next few days. Mr. Wēn, you don’t need to worry. Ms. Sòng’s condition is still within the reversible range. It’s normal for drug rejection to occur occasionally, as everyone’s constitution is different.”
Hearing the doctor’s words, Wēn Sòng finally relaxed.
“Okay, thank you,” he said earnestly.
The doctor nodded at him, gave a few instructions to the nurse standing nearby, and then left.
The nurse said, “Mr. Wēn, Ms. Sòng just fell asleep after taking her medication. To avoid disturbing her rest, please don’t go in for now.
“You can look through the door.”
The ward door had a glass window that allowed a view inside, directly facing the patient’s bed.
The doctor had opened the glass from the inside before leaving, making it convenient for family members to look in.
Wēn Sòng said, “Okay.”
He stood at the doorway, looking through the glass at the white-haired Ms. Sòng Lánxuě lying in the hospital bed.
Several tubes were attached to her body. Wēn Sòng’s nose twinged, and his eyes instantly welled up with moisture. He lowered his eyelids, holding back the tears.
Being sick was truly agonizing.
Even young people struggled to bear it, let alone an elderly person who had entered her seventies.
Fortunately, the condition had not worsened.
Wēn Sòng stood at the ward door for about half an hour before finally withdrawing his gaze and turning to leave.