"I'm going to rest in the neurology department for a bit. If you have any questions, or if any patients are feeling unwell, feel free to come and ask me anytime." Dr. Chang's face showed signs of fatigue, a result of his age.
Yang Qingheng quickly replied respectfully, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Dr. Chang."
Seeing that everything was settled, Cheng Xi brought Cheng Kai over and said, "Congratulations on the successful surgery. We won't bother you any longer today. We'll come to visit the old man another day."
"Yes, Yang Qingheng, you should also get some rest. Your eyes look like a panda's." Cheng Kai looked at Yang Qingheng carefully for a few moments.
Yang Qingheng knew exactly how disheveled she looked, her face burning, and she glared at Cheng Kai.
Turning to Cheng Qi, she said politely and gratefully, "Thank you, Director Cheng, for putting in a good word for me with Dr. Chang. Let me see you out."
Cheng Qi said goodbye to Song Hengjue and the others before heading out of the hospital with Yang Qingheng.
Watching Yang Qingheng's figure disappear at the hospital entrance, Cheng Kai slowly fastened his seatbelt.
Cheng glanced at the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "Your classmate is no ordinary person."
Although Old Man Chang had a good relationship with him, he wasn't someone who was easily persuaded. If Yang Qingheng hadn't given him a vase beforehand, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
Cheng Kai patted his chest and raised his chin proudly: "Of course my older brother is great."
That stupid son didn't understand what he was saying at all.
Cheng Qi felt a lump in his throat, unable to exhale, and hesitated to speak.
I don't know how to explain to Cheng Kai that the vase alone is worth as much as a small villa, and if Yang Qingheng really has the ability to appraise antiques, then her future prospects will be bright.
A girl like that who would fall for her own good-for-nothing son must be blind.
To protect his son's self-esteem, he kept quiet.
So what if he's a bit slow? Anyway, we're well-off, so we don't need him to have any special skills.
It was already night when the surgery was completed.
It wasn't until after nine o'clock that Yao Ying slowly opened her eyes.
Yang Qingheng noticed her fingers twitching slightly and rushed over immediately: "Mom, how are you feeling?"
The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, and Yao Ying felt weak. She curled her lips into a pale smile and said, "I don't feel anything."
Yang Qingheng instructed, "If anything happens, you must tell me clearly. Don't do it like before. If you had told me earlier that your head wasn't feeling well, I would have brought you to the hospital sooner. Your sudden fainting scared us to death."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work these past few days," Yao Ying said with a light laugh.
Seeing the two being so affectionate, Li Qiqi couldn't help but nod: "Then you should really thank Qingheng. Yang Qingheng managed to get a very famous doctor to perform your surgery, otherwise you wouldn't have had such a smooth experience."
Yao Jianjun patted his chest in lingering fear: "Luckily, Qingheng is smart, otherwise you would have almost been harmed by a quack doctor. That person dared to cut people with a knife without even a license. It's too terrifying."
Yao Ying's eyes narrowed: "Qing Heng, what happened to your face?"
Yang Qingheng had been deliberately turning her head away from the slap mark on her face, but she still noticed it. After hesitating for a moment, she was about to make up an excuse to cover it up.
Song Hengjue said coldly, "It was your uncle who hit you. He said Yang Qingheng wanted to harm you."
That ignorant little brat.
Yao Cheng's expression changed, and he glared fiercely at his nephew.
Looking at Yao Ying with an embarrassed expression, he said, "I was just worried and confused."
Yao Ying laughed angrily. If it weren't for the bandage on her head and her weak, powerless body, she would have slapped the old man.
"When are you going to change this lousy temper of yours? Who do you think you are to hit her like that? If it weren't for my sake today, Qingheng would definitely have sent you to jail for a few days. Have you apologized yet?!"
Seeing that she was emotional, Yang Qingheng quickly patted the back of her hand to comfort her: "I apologized. You're not fully recovered yet, so don't get agitated."
"You're smart to know what's good for you." Yao Ying's expression was still not good; she didn't like the whole family.
Yang Qingheng was afraid that this family would upset Yao Ying and cause her some harm, so she quickly called them to go outside: "It's almost nine o'clock. It's not safe for you to go back now. Why don't you stay at the guesthouse for the night and go back the next day?"
"No need to spend that money." Yao Cheng immediately refused when he heard that his whole family would be staying at a hotel, which would cost a lot of money.
Yang Qingheng ignored him and led Li Qiqi outside: "You're pregnant now, it's not safe for you to go back at night. I'll get you a room, and you can have a prenatal check-up here tomorrow."
Li Qiqi nodded, and Yao Cheng, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, gritted his teeth and followed with a livid face.
“Cousin, you must be tired too. Go and rest.” Yao Jianjun noticed that Song Hengjue was staring in Yang Qingheng’s direction and spoke up at the right moment.
Song Hengjue hesitated and looked at Yao Ying, only to find that she had already fallen asleep. He nodded to his cousin and said, "I'll go see them off and come back in a bit."
With that, he strode out.
Yang Qingheng led the group to the guesthouse.
"How many rooms do you need? Do you have any referral letters?" The receptionist, who had been dozing off, was jolted awake when she saw them.
“Yes,” Yang Qingheng told them to take out their letters of introduction, “We’ll open four rooms.”
Yao Cheng glared: "How come we need four rooms? Jianjun and I can share one, you and Qiqi can share one, two rooms are enough. Do you think your family is wasting money?"
Those who just sit at home and do nothing have no idea how hard it is to earn money!
Yang Qingheng laughed angrily: "It's not your money that's being spent, why are you so concerned!"
"Sister-in-law, if you want to stay in one room by yourself, you can book three rooms. Four rooms are too expensive, and one of you will have to stay at the hospital to keep watch over her." Li Qiqi was embarrassed and tacitly agreed that Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue should share a room.
Looking at her guilty expression, Yang Qingheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said to the receptionist, "Then let's book three rooms. This is my marriage certificate with him."
He casually pulled out a neat piece of paper and threw it on the counter.
Song Hengjue glanced at her indifferently, his dark eyes subtly fixed on the top of her head.
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