He directed the movements from the side, concise and precise: "Watch your head."
"Secure the oxygen tank."
"This way."
Every instruction was clear and effective.
Mu Xinrong also received a look from Ye Qingliu and quickly followed him into the back seat, next to Chao Youye.
He carefully supported the side of Chao Youye's body that was not receiving the IV drip, so that he could lean more comfortably.
Ye Qingliu took one last look at the clinic, confirmed everything was right, and then bent down to sit in the passenger seat. The car door closed, instantly isolating himself from the wind and snow outside and the smell of disinfectant from the clinic.
"Go home." Ye Qingliu gave the driver a simple instruction.
"Yes, young master," the driver replied calmly, and the car started smoothly, merging into the empty, silent, snow-covered streets of the early morning. The engine's noise was almost inaudible, and the car's body was remarkably stable.
The warm and comfortable environment, the quietly flowing music, and the extremely reassuring presence of Ye Qingliu beside him completely relaxed Mu Xinrong's nerves, which had been tense for too long.
A huge wave of fatigue washed over him, and his eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. He leaned back against the soft leather seat, his head involuntarily tilting towards Youye. Wrapped in warmth and security, his consciousness quickly sank into a deep and sweet dream.
A second before he completely lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a very light, nasal sound with a hint of helpless sigh coming from the front seat, and Ye Qingliu whispered to the driver: "Drive steadily."
The car finally stopped in front of a modern, clean-lined, single-family villa. The lights were on brightly, and it was obvious someone had been notified in advance.
The car door opened, and the Ye family's housekeeper and two well-trained housekeepers were already waiting at the door. Ye Qingliu got out of the car first and gave a few concise instructions to Grandpa Zhao, the housekeeper.
Butler Zhao immediately directed the personnel to gently and professionally transfer the still unconscious Chao Youye from the car to the mobile stretcher that had been prepared long ago and pushed her into the villa.
Mu Xinrong was also awakened by Ye Qingliu and got out of the car in a daze.
He shivered when the cold wind blew, and then he realized that he had been sleeping very soundly in the car just now.
"Follow me." Ye Qingliu's voice sounded in his ears, still cold, but with a calming power.
Mu Xinrong followed Ye Qingliu into the villa, while Chao Youye was directly pushed into a spacious and bright guest room on the first floor.
The room was obviously carefully prepared. A large medical bed was placed in the center, and necessary medical equipment such as portable ECG monitors and oxygen equipment had been placed next to it. There was even a brand new air purifier working quietly.
Two caregivers in professional nurse uniforms were already in place. They skillfully took over the stretcher, began connecting the equipment, and monitored vital signs.
Ye Qingliu stood at the door, his gray-blue eyes calmly scanning every detail of the room, confirming that everything was ready.
He didn't go in to disturb the professionals at work, but simply nodded slightly to the head nurse in charge: "Thank you for your hard work. Handle it according to the plan and report the data to me at any time."
"Yes, sir," the head nurse replied respectfully.
After arranging Chao Youye, Ye Qingliu turned to Mu Xinrong, who had been following behind him and seemed a little uneasy.
His gaze lingered for a moment on Mu Xinrong's wet, cold, and disheveled hospital gown, and his brows frowned habitually.
"Go take a hot shower first." Ye Qingliu's voice was unquestionable, with a directness that did not require politeness between friends. "The clothes are in the bathroom of the next guest room. They are new and in your size." He pointed to the door of another guest room across the corridor.
"Wash yourself clean, change your clothes, and come to the restaurant." After saying that, without waiting for Mu Xinrong to react, he turned around and walked straight towards the kitchen area in the opposite direction of the guest room. His steps were steady and his goal was clear.
Mu Xinrong watched his tall figure disappear at the kitchen door, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.
Qingliu is always like this, he doesn’t talk much, but he arranges everything for you clearly.
He no longer hesitated and pushed open the door of the guest room that Ye Qingliu pointed to.
The room was equally simple and comfortable, with its own en suite bathroom. The steam in the bathroom was clear, evidently pre-heated. A fresh, soft, dark blue loungewear sat neatly folded on a shelf, alongside clean towels and toiletries.
The size...is actually his!
Mu Xinrong took off the cold, wet and sticky hospital gown and immersed herself in warm water.
The scalding water washed over the cold and stiff limbs, taking away the fatigue and coldness, and also seemed to wash away the heavy haze that had accumulated in the heart.
He let out a long sigh, his tense muscles completely relaxing. Qingliu truly felt like a safe haven. After washing off his mess and changing into soft, comfortable home clothes, Mu Xinrong felt like he had come alive again.
He followed his memory and headed towards the restaurant.
Before he even got close, the warm and tempting aroma of food was like an invisible hand, pulling him towards it.
It was the fragrance of rice porridge, mixed with the mellow and fresh aroma of some carefully cooked meat, and a faint, appetizing salty and fresh aroma.
The restaurant was lit by a single, warm yellow chandelier, casting a soft glow. Ye Qingliu stood in front of the open kitchen island, his back to the door.
He had taken off his crisp black coat and the formal suit underneath and put on a soft light gray cashmere sweater. The sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing his smooth forearms.
He lowered his head slightly, looking intently at the steaming casserole in front of him. Holding a long-handled soup spoon in his hand, he was stirring the contents of the pot gently and meticulously.
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