Chapter 32 Hospital Users
Lu Xingche then released his grip on the man's throat and kicked him hard to the ground. Lu Xingche also had many injuries. Although he walked very elegantly, a closer look revealed that his steps were unsteady.
Lu Xingche hailed a taxi. "Driver, to the city center hospital."
The taxi driver, looking at Lu Xingche covered in injuries, asked with great concern, "Young man, are you alright? Should we call the police?"
Lu Xingche shook his head, and just as he was about to speak, Lin Yihuan's image appeared in his mind. He then softened his tone as much as possible and said, "Master, I'm fine."
The taxi driver looked at his determined expression, then nodded and drove towards the city hospital.
Lu Xingche touched his phone in his pocket and finally smiled. "Thank goodness, thank goodness you're alright."
She even took out her phone to send Lin Yihuan a message: "I'm home now, class monitor, get some rest."
Lu Xingche felt a sharp pain in his ribs. He hadn't felt much pain just now, only for the time it took to reply to the girl's message, but now it hurt so much.
Lu Xingche reached out and tapped Lin Yihuan's profile picture; it was still that soft, cute little bunny.
Just as Lu Xingche was engrossed in watching, Lin Yihuan made a video call, startling Lu Xingche so much that he almost dropped his phone.
Lu Xingche looked at himself and decided not to answer the phone. He sighed. This was the first video call the girl had ever made to him, and he felt inexplicably aggrieved.
Lu Xingche looked at the video call that had been turned on again, then cruelly turned it off. He went to register, get an X-ray, and pick up his medicine. His actions were so practiced that it was heartbreaking.
"Lu Xingche, it's you again?" The head of thoracic surgery sighed and rubbed his forehead. Lu Xingche hadn't stopped causing trouble in recent years, causing injuries every now and then. The hospital was practically his home.
Lu Xingche remained calm, his voice lacking the gentleness he usually showed Lin Yihuan, but it was still much better than before.
"Brother Lin, please treat it quickly, it hurts a lot..."
Dr. Lin Mochen, the chief physician of thoracic surgery, was quite surprised. Last time, when he was covered in injuries and had several broken ribs, he didn't complain of pain.
Lin Yihuan nestled on her bed, hugging a cushion, staring at her coat lying to the side, lost in thought. She had called him so many times just now; why hadn't he answered?
Lin Yihuan felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen. She took out her phone and made several calls, but all the calls were switched off. Lin Yihuan hugged a pillow and lay down on the bed, reaching out to tug at her hair.
Just then, Lin Youcheng called upstairs, "Huanbao, come down for dinner! There are chicken drumsticks!"
Lin Yihuan tossed aside the cushion, straightened her clothes, patted her cheeks, and realized halfway down that she wasn't wearing shoes. So, she turned around cutely, put on her bunny slippers, and ran downstairs.
The moment Lin Yihuan came downstairs, Lin Youcheng sensed that his daughter seemed to be in a bad mood. He frowned slightly, and if he wasn't mistaken, it was definitely because of that brat again!
Lin Youcheng shook his head helplessly. It's true what they say, daughters grow up and leave home; even delicious food can't attract his attention anymore.
Lin Youcheng served her a bowl of rice and handed it to her, saying, "Feeling down? Talk to Dad about it?"
Lin Yihuan wanted to speak several times, but she didn't know how to say it.
Seeing this, Lin Youcheng reached out and ruffled Lin Yihuan's hair, saying, "Do what you want to do, make the phone call if you want to. Your dad went through that too. Don't leave any regrets while you're young..."
Lin Yihuan tilted her head up and retorted in a soft voice, "Dad, I didn't, it's not what you think!"
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