Chapter 338 Help Me Check Something

In Lu Yiran's memory, this seemed to be the first time he saw Mu Nanyan break down like this. Even when she was drugged that year, she just bit her lip and said nothing, stubbornly refusing to shed a tear.

"It's okay...it's all over..."

He comforted her softly over and over again, wiping away the tears on her face with his fingertips.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Nanyan's crying gradually subsided.

She raised her red and swollen eyes, her voice still choked with sobs:

"Your injury...go and take care of it quickly."

Lu Yiran looked at her red nose and wet eyelashes, and his brows unconsciously frowned.

He leaned forward, his voice unconsciously lowered:

"How can I leave with peace of mind if you're like this?"

Mu Nanyan turned her face away, but her slender fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his shirt, leaving several wrinkles on the expensive fabric.

Her voice still trembled slightly after crying:

"I'm really... fine now. You go first. I want to... be alone for a while."

Lu Yiran looked at her stubborn profile, and finally sighed softly, preparing to stand up.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed her tightly clenched hands, and a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes:

"You don't want me to leave?"

Mu Nanyan turned her head blankly and followed his gaze, only then she realized that she had been holding the corner of his clothes.

What was even more embarrassing was that there was a large wet spot on Lu Yiran's shirt, and the outline of tear marks could be vaguely seen. If nothing unexpected happened, it seemed... that it was done by her.

Mu Nanyan suddenly felt a little embarrassed and quickly let go of Lu Yiran, her ears instantly burning red.

“S-Sorry…”

In Mu Nanyan's memory, Lu Yiran had a mild obsession with mysophobia, and he would change his tie immediately if it got stained with coffee.

But at this moment, he just lowered his head to look at the water stain, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

This discovery made Mu Nanyan's heart skip a beat.

Lu Yiran rubbed the top of her head for some unknown reason, and this intimate gesture stunned both of them.

Mu Nanyan lowered her head without dodging, revealing a part of the red tip of her ear, like a cat with its claws retracted.

Lu Yiran looked at her like this, and the gloom that had been accumulating for days suddenly dissipated a little.

He withdrew his hand, the soft touch of her hair still lingering on his fingertips.

He lowered his voice and said lovingly:

"Be good, I'll be back soon."

When she turned around, Lu Yiran touched the wet fabric on her chest without leaving any trace, which still carried the warmth of her tears.

However, the moment the door of the treatment room closed, the gentleness on Lu Yiran's face instantly faded away.

He strode through the corridor, emitting a terrifying chill, and the medical staff passing by unconsciously avoided his sight.

He did not go to see a doctor to treat his wound, but went straight to the smoking area at the end of the corridor.

He pushed the glass door of the smoking area open with force, making a bang.

He took out a cigarette case, his slender fingers trembling slightly, and pressed the lighter three times before it lit up.

He took a deep breath, and the stimulation of nicotine calmed his nerves a little.

The phone screen lit up with a cold light in the dim smoking area.

He opened the address book with one hand and his fingertips heavily poked the name "Qi Fengyao".

Soon the call was connected, and a teasing voice came from the receiver:

"Yiran? Didn't you come to Haicheng to find Nanyan? How come you still have time to call me? Could it be that she rejected you again?"

Lu Yiran was in no mood to pay attention to his teasing, and said coldly:

"Help me check something."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second, and then the sound of a chair being moved was heard.

When Qi Fengyao heard Lu Yiran's tone, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He immediately put away his joking expression and his tone became serious:

"What happened?"

Lu Yiran exhaled a puff of smoke, and his eyes were terribly sinister in the smoke:

"Tonight in the underground garage of Lanting Hotel, someone wanted to hit Nan Yan to death."

"What!"

Qi Fengyao stood up suddenly, and the office chair made a harsh sound on the ground:

"Is she... okay?"

"I suffered a minor injury."

Lu Yiran extinguished his cigarette, and the metal ashtray was deformed by his squeezing.

"That car didn't have license plates, and I dented the right side. Check the surveillance footage. I want to know who's looking for death."

He practically squeezed the last few words out through his teeth, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Qi Fengyao loosened his tie, a fierce look flashing in his eyes:

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter. There's no one in Haicheng that my Qi family can't find."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yiran stared at the dark night outside the window, his cold face reflected in the glass.

He slowly loosened his clenched fist, revealing several bloody crescent-shaped marks on his palm.

Lu Yiran crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and the spark struggled to go out in the darkness.

When he stood up, his slender fingers slowly adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. There were a few dark red bloodstains on the expensive silk fabric.

The glass window reflected his chiseled profile.

He adjusted his breathing while looking at his reflection until the hostility in his eyes had completely subsided, and then he walked towards the doctor's office.

The doctor was writing a medical record under the lamp. When he saw him come in, he pushed his glasses and said:

"Mr. Lu, your wound needs to be cleaned and sutured."

"ASAP."

Lu Yiran raised his wrist to look at the Patek Philippe. The platinum dial shone coldly under the light.

The time has reached nine-thirty, and the second hand is moving clockwise, eroding his patience bit by bit.

During the suturing process, the smell of disinfectant filled the clinic, making him inexplicably irritated.

When the doctor cut the last suture, he suddenly asked:

"Has the full body checkup been arranged?"

The doctor glanced at the time and replied respectfully:

"I just contacted the directors of each department. They've already called people over, and they should all be here by now."

"Well, can we have the results tonight?"

“Normally it takes 2 to 4 days…”

Before the doctor finished speaking, Lu Yiran interrupted her directly:

"Hurry up, I want to know the result tonight."

Lu Yiran took out a black card and placed it on the table, the meaning was self-evident.

The attending physician looked at the black card that symbolized unlimited credit, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He finally nodded, his back unconsciously bent a little under his white coat.

In the treatment room, Mu Nanyan had calmed down, and apart from her slightly red eyes, there was nothing unusual.

She sat quietly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the corner of her clothes, until Lu Yiran's footsteps approached.

"I'll take you for a full body checkup."

He whispered, his voice much softer than usual, as if he was afraid to disturb her.

This was probably the softest tone he had ever used in his life.

But Mu Nanyan refused without a second thought:

"I'm fine. I don't need a full body check."

"Be good and listen to me."

He raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, his movements so familiar as if he had done it a thousand times.

Mu Nanyan: "..."

Mu Nanyan didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. Did Lu Yiran treat her like a child?

Before, when Lu Yiran touched her head, she could think that he wanted to comfort her, but what was going on now?

Before she could sort out her thoughts, her body was suddenly suspended in the air.

She immediately realized that Lu Yiran had actually picked her up and walked straight out the door.

So it's useless for her to refuse? Then why did he ask for her opinion? What a waste of time!

Even though Mu Nanyan was a little depressed, she subconsciously hugged Lu Yiran's neck. If she fell, she would probably not be able to go home today.

Mu Nanyan turned her head and met the doctor's mischievous gaze.

Lu Yiran strode in front, and the doctor followed behind them, so she dared to look at the two of them so unscrupulously. Unexpectedly, she was discovered by Mu Nanyan.

However, she was not embarrassed at all, but was laughing secretly behind his back!

It's over! Even if she explained that they weren't in that kind of relationship, no one would believe her.

"Lu Yiran, you, you put me down, I can walk by myself." She lowered her voice, and the tips of her ears felt slightly hot.

"You have a foot injury, and the doctor told you to stay in bed and rest, and not exercise for the next two days. Why are you ignoring the doctor's advice before you even leave the hospital?"

Lu Yiran's tone was light, but it did not allow for rebuttal.

Mu Nanyan was choked and speechless. What was even more infuriating was that the doctor was still chiming in:

"Let Mr. Lu carry you there. Special circumstances will be handled specially. Miss Mu, there's no need to be embarrassed."

Mu Nanyan: "..."

She completely gave up struggling, closed her eyes and pretended to be dead, allowing Lu Yiran to hold her.

The corners of the man's lips lifted up imperceptibly.

…

For the next hour, Lu Yiran carried her to every floor of the hospital, from the CT room to the MRI, from the electrocardiogram to the blood test, and went through almost all the examination items.

Wherever he went, there was constant whispering.

"Oh my god, who is that man? He's so handsome..."

"Is that his girlfriend in his arms? She's so beautiful..."

"Look, look! This is too spoiled!"

…

At first, Mu Nanyan could still feel the gazes coming from all directions, and she was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

But later on, she simply gave up and ignored everything around her, even facing the camera of a secretly filmed cell phone with an expressionless face.

Anyway, she has become "famous" in this hospital.

The person who started it all was holding her firmly, walking calmly, as if he was oblivious to the discussions around him.

The full body examination lasted more than an hour.

When everything was over, Mu Nanyan was exhausted.

The shock of the car accident, the emotional breakdown, and the examination almost exhausted all her strength.

Sitting on the bench in the corridor, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally she closed her eyes uncontrollably.

Her head tilted slightly, and finally rested lightly on Lu Yiran's shoulder.

Lu Yiran glanced at her sideways, the corners of his lips raised silently.

She slept quietly, her eyelashes casting a light shadow under her eyes, and her breathing was even and long.

He reached out and gently brushed aside her scattered hair with his fingertips, his movements as careful as if he were touching a fragile porcelain doll.

It would be great if it could always be like this.

…

At one o'clock in the morning, the examination report finally came out. The doctor came out with the report and found the two of them, just in time to see their warm scene.

Lu Yiran raised his eyes, put his index finger to his lips, and signaled her to be quiet.

The doctor immediately lowered his footsteps and subconsciously held his breath.

The man pointed to his phone and signaled with his eyes.

The doctor quickly understood, took out his cell phone, quickly switched it to silent mode, and tapped rapidly on the screen.

She entered the test results into the memo, checked them carefully, and found that there was no problem. Then she turned the phone to Lu Yiran and handed it to him:

[Mr. Lu, Miss Mu's health indicators are normal except for skin injuries. However, a blood test showed a slight decrease in white blood cell count and a slightly weakened immune system. This is presumably due to a lack of recent rest.]

After reading the message, Lu Yiran's gaze unconsciously fell back on Mu Nanyan's face.

Hasn't she had any rest recently?

He took the report, waved the doctor away, and then carefully lifted her head and moved it off his shoulder.

Afraid that the hard chair back would hurt her, he kept his palms supporting it until he was sure she was leaning securely, then he slowly stood up.

The next second, Lu Yiran leaned over, put his slender arm through Mu Nanyan's knees, and used his other hand to firmly support her back, gently picking her up as if holding a fragile piece of porcelain.

He held his breath, feeling the even breathing of the person in his arms brushing against his neck. After confirming that she showed no signs of waking up, he took steady steps towards the hospital entrance.

Coming to Mu Nanyan's white Mercedes, Lu Yiran carefully adjusted his posture, opened the car door with one hand, and placed Mu Nanyan in the passenger seat.

He leaned over to fasten her seat belt, then slowly reclined the seat, his fingertips lingering on the adjustment button for a moment until he found the most comfortable angle.

Finally, he did not forget to gently cover her with his suit jacket.

After doing all this, Lu Yiran did not start the car immediately.

He stood quietly outside the car door, his eyes lingering on Mu Nanyan's peaceful sleeping face. Only after he was sure that she was completely asleep did he close the car door gently.

The city lights are dim in the night, and the white Mercedes is moving steadily through the streets.

Lu Yiran looked to his side through the rearview mirror from time to time. Mu Nanyan was still sleeping, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face, like a child who knew nothing about the world.

When the four large gilded characters "Yuehu Yundi" came into view, Lu Yiran's slender fingers unconsciously gripped the steering wheel, and his knuckles turned white.

The fierce quarrel half a month ago seemed to still echo in my ears. The determination with which he slammed the door and left was in sharp contrast to his tenderness and affection at this moment.

This was the first time Lu Yiran came here after the last quarrel between the two. He swore at that time that he would never set foot here again, and even flew back to the capital in anger.

But at this moment, looking at the sleeping face in the passenger seat, he actually felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, he came to see her today, otherwise he might never see her again in this life...

The scene he saw at night unconsciously emerged in Lu Yiran's mind.

He had actually arrived at the underground parking garage of Lanting Hotel half an hour ago, but he had not yet figured out how to face Mu Nanyan.

So I kept smoking in the car, preparing to sort out my thoughts before going to find her.

In the dim light, Lu Yiran suddenly saw a woman standing in the middle of the road.

The car speeding towards her from a distance showed no intention of slowing down, and its glaring high beams made her figure appear pale.

"court death."

He sneered in his heart, and the ashes fell from his fingertips.

Lu Yiran's expression was almost indifferent. He just watched the scene happen. He seemed to be just a passerby watching the show and didn't care about it at all.

Just when Lu Yiran thought a collision was about to happen, the woman suddenly lunged forward and dodged the car.

When the pale face turned to him, the whole world seemed to be muted.

Lu Yiran's pupils suddenly shrank. That woman was actually... Mu Nanyan!

Before he could open the car door, the car turned around and rushed towards her again.

Lu Yiran felt his blood freeze instantly, his body reacting before his brain. He stepped on the accelerator and the high-performance sports car rushed out like an arrow, slamming the black car away at the critical moment.

The loud sound of metal colliding echoed in the underground garage.

In the rearview mirror, the out-of-control car tilted and hit the pillar next to it.

Sitting in the car at this moment, he could still smell the smell of gunpowder after the airbag exploded.

His eyes were fixed on the staggering figure on the roadside. Only after he confirmed that she was safe did he realize that the back of his shirt was already soaked with cold sweat.