HR Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Discharge

The two went to the office first. Qi Yue chewed on his pen, looking distressed. Song Ci, wearing his reading glasses, squinted at the medical records. Lu Qinyuan quickly knocked on the door, and Cheng Ruoyu followed him in. Without a word, they sat down on the nearby chairs. Qi Yue, still chewing on his pen, turned his head and said, “Lu-ge, Bai Ze is fine, much better than yesterday.”

Song Ci then put down the medical records in his hand, took off his reading glasses, and said, “Yes, the situation looks good so far, but the child has too many worries, which isn’t good for his recovery. Someone needs to give him more guidance.”

From the moment Bai Ze was cut from his mother’s womb, he was destined to bear a heavier burden than most lives.

Song Ci said, “Bai Ze’s condition is stable. He can continue to have the medicinal cuisine he usually eats. It’s usually fine, but now we need to pay attention to avoiding foods that might counteract the medicine and ruin its effectiveness.”

Lu Qinyuan said, “I’ll have Sha Tang cook it and send it over.”

Song Ci hummed in agreement and said nothing more.

Qi Yue still wore a miserable expression, which Lu Qinyuan found irritating. He asked, “Are you going to see Bai Ze with that face?”

Qi Yue shook his head. Cheng Ruoyu was also curious and asked, “What’s wrong with you? Your mood is easily going to affect my brother, can you have some professional ethics?”

Qi Yue glanced at the door, finding it hard to explain.

“Forget it, I’ll go see my brother first.” Cheng Ruoyu wasn’t very familiar with Qi Yue. If it weren’t for the fact that he was Bai Ze’s doctor, he wouldn’t have let him off for showing such a miserable face.

Lu Qinyuan also stood up, and the two had only taken a couple of steps when they were stopped. Qi Yue, leaning against the door, was on the verge of tears. Under the gazes of Lu Qinyuan and Cheng Ruoyu, he couldn’t help but cover his face.

“If you have something to say, say it quickly!” Lu Qinyuan, his temper flaring, kicked Qi Yue twice. Qi Yue held firm against the door, not letting them leave. After a long time, he choked out, “Sit for a while longer, just a little longer, we haven’t said much yet.”

Lu Qinyuan narrowed his eyes and threatened, “Get out of the way, or I’ll kick you to death.”

Qi Yue quickly moved away from the door, watching the two men’s retreating figures with a miserable expression. He asked, “Mr. Song, can’t you say a few more words! Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, you know!”

Without even raising his head, Song Ci said, “Thirsty.”

Qi Yue almost wanted to kneel before Song Ci.

This morning, Qi Yue had arrived earlier and saw several fresh, juicy fruits on Song Ci’s desk. He picked one up and ate it, just as Song Ci returned with water. Song Ci’s eyes flashed, and with the agility of a swallow, he flew over and slapped Qi Yue onto the table, almost forcing him to spit out the fruit he had just eaten.

As he slapped, Song Ci howled with grief, “My fruits! I hadn’t even been willing to eat them myself! You little brat, daring to eat my fruits, my fruits!”

That wasn’t all. After examining Bai Ze, Song Ci told him, “Hey, kid, Bai Ze said he wanted your help. I agreed for you, so you don’t have to run around.”

Qi Yue felt uneasy, and his eyelids began to twitch. He asked, “Mr. Song, what does Bai Ze want me to do?”

Song Ci said, “Bai Ze said he wanted to see his half-brother, Lu Qingshuang, and wants you to bring him here. I agreed for you, and he should be on his way now.”

“That’s not right, wasn’t Lu Qingshuang imprisoned by Lu-ge?” Qi Yue struggled in vain. Song Ci shattered his illusions, saying, “Bai Ze’s words are inviolable. Even if Lu-shao finds out, he won’t do anything.”

That’s right, he won’t do anything. But if he knew and didn’t say anything, he would be in trouble. This old man was too petty.

Qi Yue dragged his feet for a long time before reaching the door of the ward. He peered inside, saw something, and then looked again. “Huh! Huh, huh!”

He pushed open the door and entered. Inside the ward, Lu Qingshuang was sitting on the edge of the bed, folding paper cranes. Lu Qinyuan was sitting on a chair, playing with a Rubik’s Cube. Bai Ze was holding a Chinese ring puzzle, trying to solve it. The two were chatting occasionally. Cheng Ruoyu was leaning against the windowsill, listening to them. In the vase on the bedside table was a bouquet of hollyhocks in full bloom, their large, beautiful flowers adding some color to the ward.

Hearing the door open, all four of them looked over. Bai Ze’s face was full of joy, Lu Qingshuang’s expression was cold, Cheng Ruoyu looked gloating, and Lu Qinyuan was expressionless.

Qi Yue gave a sheepish smile, performed a routine check-up on Bai Ze with his stethoscope, and then found a small corner to stay in.

Lu Qingshuang folded a paper crane and gave it to Bai Ze to look at. Bai Ze held it in his palm and looked at it, saying, “You’re getting better at folding them.”

There was a paper box on the bedside table, containing over a dozen paper cranes. They were all strange-looking, some without mouths, some missing tails, some with broken wings. Only two or three looked decent, but they weren’t very neat either.

Bai Ze put the paper crane into the box and asked, “Why do you look thinner? Haven’t you been eating properly?”

Lu Qingshuang took another piece of paper and began to fold it, saying casually, “I’m detoxing, I don’t have an appetite.”

Bai Ze said, “Oh.” After a while, he said, “When I’m discharged, come and have lunch with me.” He looked at Lu Qinyuan and asked, “Is that okay?” Lu Qinyuan nodded in agreement.

The sick person was in charge, even Lu Qinyuan had to give way. Although he strongly disagreed with Lu Qingshuang having lunch with Bai Ze, if Bai Ze was happy, his objection was useless.

Before leaving, he naturally gave Qi Yue a scolding, making Qi Yue question his life. Qi Yue himself felt very wronged. Lu Qinyuan said, “What do you have to feel wronged about? Lu Qingshuang came, and I didn’t even know.” As soon as he saw Lu Qingshuang sitting in front of Bai Ze’s bed, his scalp tingled. If Cheng Yu hadn’t been quick to stop him, he would have kicked Lu Qingshuang to death.

Qi Yue lowered his head and said nothing. He couldn’t say that he had been tricked by Song Ci. Saying it would be worse than not saying it, even more embarrassing.

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Lu Qinyuan kicked him twice and said, “Are you mute? You’ll stay in the room with Lu Qingshuang. If anything even slightly happens to Bai Ze, I’ll skin you alive.”

That day, Sha Tang had an extra task: to cook medicinal cuisine, and he had to personally deliver it to the hospital. Sha Tang spat out a mouthful of old blood three steps away, wishing he would just be killed.

So, Sha Tang initiated a culinary temptation, selling himself for a month to get Min Jia’s help. Serving the great masters on one side and serving the great masters on the other, he became a laborer running back and forth, and his legs became thinner after a few days.

This day, Sha Tang made the medicinal cuisine, packed it in a thermos, and was about to go out when An Yu sauntered over, followed by his Chihuahua and Lai Xi. Over the past few days, An Yu and Lai Xi had become familiar. Although Lai Xi hadn’t recognized him as its master yet, it was already willing to eat the food An Yu gave it, so An Yu was very happy these days, spending every day occupying the kitchen to research how to make more nutritious dog food.

Sha Tang wanted to curse in his heart. He was working himself to death, while this kid was relaxing. He stuffed the thermos into An Yu’s arms, suppressing the bitterness of being exploited, and put on a smiling face, saying, “An Yu, you go deliver this today, you must deliver it before twelve o’clock.”

An Yu looked down at the thermos in his arms and stuffed it back into Sha Tang’s hand, “Not going. Got things to do.”

He avoided Sha Tang and went into the kitchen, preparing to cook a pot of delicious dog food to reward Lai Xi. When it grows up, it must be obedient and bite whoever he tells it to bite.

Sha Tang arrived at the hospital, Qi Yue was already waiting in the usual spot. Qi Yue said, “He’ll be discharged this afternoon after the injection, come and pick him up later.” He picked up the thermos and turned to go into the hospital.

Sha Tang felt like banging his head against the wall. Were they playing with him?

For the past few days, Lu Qingshuang had been showing up on time for lunch every day. Qi Yue had stubbornly stayed in the ward, afraid that Bai Ze might neglect himself and lose his skin.

But today at noon, just as Qi Yue carried the thermos inside, before he could even open it to see what was inside, Bai Ze unceremoniously kicked him out, saying, “Qi Yue, eat outside today. Xiao Shuang and I have something to talk about.”

No matter how thick-skinned Qi Yue was, he didn’t know how to stay. Bai Ze was being polite, but if it were Lu Qinyuan, there would only be one word: “Get out.”

Not daring to go far, Qi Yue ordered takeout and sat outside on a chair, eating.

Bai Ze and Lu Qingshuang sat facing each other. Bai Ze served Lu Qingshuang a bowl of poria, jujube, and almond porridge. Lu Qingshuang looked much better than before, still thin, but not as frighteningly thin.

Lu Qingshuang took the porridge and ate it in silence. He knew that after today, they might not have another chance to eat together. Even if Bai Ze was willing, Lu Qinyuan would stop them, and even Lu Jianwei would object. In their eyes, he, Lu Qingshuang, was a time bomb, ready to poison the people they cared about at any moment.

Bai Ze peeled an egg and rolled it into Lu Qingshuang’s porridge along the edge of the bowl. Lu Qingshuang looked up and said in a flat tone, “I don’t like to eat eggs.”

“I’m giving it to you, eat it.” Bai Ze ignored him and continued to peel a second egg, saying, “For you, I should live well. If I die, you won’t have an easy time either, right?”

Lu Qingshuang poked at the egg in his bowl without speaking. Bai Ze said again, “I’m trying so hard, you should try hard too. Stop using drugs. I know the way Lu-ye is making you detox is painful, but it won’t kill you. If you get through it, you’ll get through it.”

If he doesn’t get through it, it will kill him. Lu Qingshuang argued silently in his heart, but said, “I know.”

Lu Qingshuang’s heart was filled with mixed feelings. When Bai Ze’s breathing became labored, as if he were about to die, he was truly afraid, hoping he would die and hoping he would live well. He didn’t even understand what he wanted.

After finishing the meal, Lu Qingshuang washed out the thermos and placed it on the bedside table. He picked up his coat hanging on the back of the chair, put it on, and said, “I’m leaving.” As soon as he turned around, tears flowed down uncontrollably. He heard a very soft voice behind him respond, “Okay.” Lu Qingshuang wiped his eyes and fled.

Qi Yue, who was guarding outside, was startled, thinking that something had happened to Bai Ze. He immediately rushed into the ward and saw Bai Ze leaning against the headboard, looking at him calmly. Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, saying, “I was scared to death. What’s wrong with Lu Qingshuang? He’s going to give me a heart attack.”

Bai Ze pursed his lips and smiled slightly, “It’s nothing.”

Qi Yue didn’t ask any further questions, dragged a chair over, and sat down, gazing expectantly at the medicine dripping drop by drop from the bottle.

Before the medicine had finished dripping, Cheng Ruoyu walked in carrying a basket of oranges, followed by Shu Xiu carrying several shopping bags. They put down the things and surrounded the bed, asking questions. Bai Ze, who had been listless, perked up.

Before long, Lu Qinyuan’s voice came from outside. Before the voice had faded, Lu Qinyuan had already reached the door, but he stopped and retreated because he hadn’t finished his phone call. Zhu Yan squeezed in, looked left and right, lifted Shu Xiu, who was sitting on the chair, over to Cheng Ruoyu, and sat down with a thud. He carefully examined Bai Ze’s face, and seeing that he looked energetic and had good color, he gave a big smile.

Bai Ze also smiled and scolded him, “Silly!”

Lu Qinyuan hadn’t finished his phone call yet. Mi Shengfei also came. After a while, they saw someone slowly edging in at the door. It was Fang Yiwei, who had been frightened by Lu Qinyuan. He hadn’t completely edged in when Lu Qinyuan kicked him inside. Fang Yiwei covered his butt, kept silent like a cicada in winter, and found an unobtrusive and inconspicuous place to shrink into.

After waiting for a while, Bai Ze finished his IV, changed his clothes. Those who carried luggage carried luggage, those who cleared the way cleared the way, those who supported people supported people. They left the hospital in a large and impressive group, got into the car at the door, and drove straight back to Lan Yuan.

Before leaving, Lu Qinyuan had ordered the house to be cleaned inside and out. The house was currently in a chaotic state, reaching the final stages of cleaning. The loudspeaker sounded there, and this side had just finished cleaning up.

Sha Tang wiped the sweat from his forehead and went out to greet them. Min Jia followed behind unhurriedly. An Yu stopped under the eaves, holding the Chihuahua.