Startled, Su Mei jumped up from the sofa and walked up to him: "Dr. Gu, you..."

Gu Mobei's voice remained calm, as if he were an emotionless person. He said coldly, "Ye Junlin is out of danger. She should know about this. It is my duty as a doctor to prevent patients from getting hurt again due to recklessness."

Then, he turned around and handed her a business card: "If she has any problems, call the number on this card."

Su Mei's hand holding the business card trembled, and she subconsciously looked at Brother Yao.

Her face was a little pale, as if she was recalling what Gu Mobei had just said.

Only after Gu Mobei left the ward and closed the door did Su Mei rush over and hold her hand: "Brother Yao, listen to me."

Only then did she realize that her hands were trembling. She had just eaten breakfast, and her hands should have been warm, but her fingertips were cold, so cold that it pained her heart. "Brother Yao, don't worry, I..."

"Half the blood?"

She interrupted Su Mei, her voice sounding deep, as if she were trying her best to control something, and she grasped the key point in just one sentence.

Half the blood...

It's easy to imagine how much damage this would do to the body...

She couldn't believe how bad his health was, yet he still took care of her all night without sleeping.

She felt a stinging pain in her heart, as if it were being poisoned. She took a deep breath and looked at her calmly: "So, when I woke up before, he wasn't by my side because he had too much blood transfusion and wasn't feeling well. He was afraid I would find out, so he lied to me, is that right?"

She was right about everything.

Su Mei's eyes darted away, somewhat apologetically: "The situation was too dangerous back then, that's why I didn't tell you, Brother Yao, please don't blame me..."

She shook her head, her voice somewhat hoarse: "No, I don't blame anyone, it's my own problem."

She suddenly felt at a loss for words. At this moment, she was probably the one who truly felt sorry for him. She moved her lips and said, "Brother Yao..."

She interrupted again: "Don't tell him I know about this."

Su Mei was stunned, then suddenly realized why she had made such a request.

At first, Fourth Master didn't want anyone to tell Yao Ge, partly to stabilize her emotions and partly to prevent her from feeling guilty or indebted to him.

Now, Brother Yao is doing the same thing, also because he doesn't want Brother Yao to overthink things.

She withdrew her hand, forcing back the stinging sensation in her nose: "He has done so much for me, so I will do as he wishes. I respect him and his efforts for me. Now that things have come to this, I can only think positively, that he will get better soon, or that I will treat him even better."

Su Mei: "..."

I thought it was going to develop in the direction of Korean dramas, and Yao Ge hugged Fourth Master and was moved to tears, but who knew it would turn out like this.

Sure enough, this is so typical of Yao Ge.

She let out a long sigh: "I just feel sorry for him. He did all this for me and even rushed over to take care of me. Now I understand why he was so pale outside the operating room yesterday."

Su Mei comforted him, "It's all in the past. Thanks to the blood transfusion that Fourth Master gave Ye Junlin, he's out of danger. Now, you should focus on recovering and not let him down. Fourth Master will also recover gradually."

She looked down at his pair of fair and slender hands, and thought back to the moments at the operating room door yesterday, especially the moment he reached out his hand to her.

Even so, you could sense that he was slightly injured.

What would have happened if she hadn't reached out her hand to him then...?

Just thinking about it brings me so much bitterness that I dare not think about it anymore; all that's left is heartache.

After a long pause, she finally moved her lips and repeated the same sentence: "Half the blood..."

Even though she was whispering very softly, Su Mei still heard it, and felt as if her heart had been clenched tightly.

Everyone who witnessed it was deeply moved, let alone Yao Ge, who was directly involved. Only she herself could truly understand her heartache for Fourth Master.

She said, as if venting her frustration, "You can still stand up and hug me? That's amazing, Xiao Laosi."

Su Mei knew that Yao Ge still felt guilty and saddened that Fourth Master had hurt himself. She was both touched and heartbroken.

Tang Yaoyao lay down again, thinking about the two kisses from last night.

Gradually, I realized that all sorts of complex emotions in my heart would transform into liking him.

I think I like him even more today than yesterday...

Su Mei tucked her in and said softly, "Go to sleep. I'm going to check on Ye Junlin at Pei Jin's place. Don't overthink it."

She responded softly, then closed her eyes.

Su Mei came out of the room, closed the door, stood still for a while, and rubbed her aching temples.

The image of Yao Ge's trembling, icy hands still lingers in my mind.

She felt sorry for Yao Ge, but what's done is done.

I don't know what kind of mentality Gu Mobei had to say it so recklessly.

Perhaps he was just standing up for his childhood friend, the Fourth Master, and his stance wasn't wrong.

well.

It's good that he knows now, so that Brother Yao will understand.

I just hope that the three people involved in this incident can recover soon.

When Gu Mobei returned to his office, he found that the man had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

His eyes remained indifferent and calm, but when he got closer, his expression softened somewhat. He glanced at the IV drip bottle, which still had more than half full of fluid, before turning and walking in another direction.

He took a sign from the storeroom that read: "Do not disturb if necessary."

He placed the sign outside the door, closed the door, took his own suit jacket from the hanger, and draped it over his shoulders.

Then, he turned the air conditioning up higher before returning to his desk to review the patients' medical records.

After carefully examining Ye Junlin's condition, I entered the name of the medicine into the computer and prescribed the medicine he needed for the afternoon.

Then he opened Tang Yaoyao's document again, entered some pain-relieving and anti-inflammatory medications, clicked save, and notified the nurses at the nurses' station to pick up the medications.

...

Xiao Jinhan woke up.

He looked down at his hand, which had been receiving an IV drip before he went to sleep; the needle was gone.

He sat up from the sofa, his dark chestnut pupils now tinged with bloodshot veins, and he looked somewhat tired.

Gu Mobei was busy with something and didn't look at him, but reminded him, "There are disposable toiletries in the restroom."

He hung his suit back in its original place and went into the restroom.

When he came out, he was much more sober, and the bloodshot in his eyes was not as obvious. He walked to Gu Mobei's desk and asked, "How are her injuries?"

"Just rest and recover."

Xiao Jinhan patted his shoulder: "Thanks, Mobei."

He put down the mouse and said seriously, "For the next week, you will need intravenous infusions every morning to regulate your body with medication."

His sharp brows furrowed slightly, and his tone rose: "Every day?"