"According to the basic principles of fluid mechanics, excessive body fat percentage and abnormally narrow airway cross-sectional area significantly increase your risk of experiencing apnea and acute cardiovascular and cerebrovascular accidents when you are emotionally agitated."
"It is recommended that you control your emotions and lower the volume, otherwise you may not need cold medicine, but cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) equipment."
He paused, his gray-blue eyes lingering briefly on Wang Jinfeng's bright orange raincoat and wet hair, as if making a final assessment.
"Also, based on visual spectrum analysis and public aesthetic preference survey data, the visual impact index of your current color scheme has exceeded the comfort threshold, and there is a risk of causing retinal discomfort to others and potential social avoidance.
"In summary, we recommend that you immediately remove the source of the noise, optimize your personal image, and undergo necessary mental health assessments. Your presence currently creates a significant negative externality for the patient recovery environment in this clinic."
The speech was fluent, logical, and sophisticated, moving from psychology to physiology, from behavioral analysis to aesthetic criticism, and finally to environmental harm.
There isn't a single dirty word, yet every word is piercing and slapping! It's as elegant as an academic presentation, yet so venomous it can make your soul rip!
The entire clinic was in total silence! You could hear a pin drop!
All the patients opened their mouths wide, staring in amazement at the cold and aloof boy who was sitting quietly on the bench, as if he was just explaining a simple physical phenomenon.
Then look at Wang Jinfeng, whose face turned from blue to black, whose fat body was shaking, and who looked like he had been acupunctured.
Sun Guixiang also forgot to cough. Her cloudy eyes widened as she looked at her own child and then at Wang Jinfeng, who looked like she was about to faint from anger.
The pent-up anger in her heart instantly turned into a huge, indescribable sense of relief and relief! If it weren't for the needle in her hand, she really wanted to clap her thigh and cheer!
Wang Jinfeng felt a buzzing in her head and her blood pressure soared. She didn't understand most of what Ye Qingliu said, but every word was like a poisoned needle, piercing her body.
Especially the sentences "my son hasn't visited me for three years" and "the price of the medicine is no more than 15 yuan" were exactly what tore off her fig leaf.
"You...you..." Wang Jinfeng pointed at Ye Qingliu, her fingers shaking like Parkinson's. She kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.
She felt like everyone's gazes were piercing her like needles, full of ridicule and contempt!
"It's...very good! Sun Guixiang! You...you wait!" Wang Jinfeng could only squeeze out a few broken syllables from between her teeth, like the whimper of a dying beast.
Sun Guixiang suddenly grabbed the medicine bag on the counter, not caring about the rain hat that fell on the ground. Her fat body burst out with a speed that was inconsistent with her size. She rolled and crawled out of the clinic door and disappeared in the misty rain.
The wooden door of the clinic swung weakly behind her a few times, making a creaking groan.
Deathly silence fell again.
A moment later, someone burst out laughing first, and then the suppressed laughter spread like ripples in the small clinic.
The old people looked at the direction where Wang Jinfeng disappeared, then looked at the young man who was still reading quietly in the corner, and a relieved smile appeared on their faces.
"My goodness...this boy...is so good at talking!"
"Haha! Good scolding! It makes me feel better! That bitch Wang Jinfeng deserves it!"
"Exactly! Every word is spot on! It makes me feel good just listening to it!"
Sun Guixiang couldn't help but grin, revealing the gap where her teeth were missing, and smiled silently. As she smiled, her eyes felt a little hot.
Her kid...he's just venting his anger on her!
Using his extremely smart brain and his "elegant and venomous tongue" that can make people angry to death!
Ye Qingliu seemed oblivious to the reactions of his surroundings. He gently closed the book in his hands and placed it gracefully on his knees.
Then, Ye Qingliu turned sideways and picked up the thermos bucket and spoon again.
This time, he didn't feed the soup immediately.
His gray-blue eyes turned to Sun Guixiang, his gaze falling on the back of her hand, which was bleeding due to the excitement just now, and his brows frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"Mother-in-law." His voice was still clear, but it seemed to have a barely perceptible softness, like a feather brushing, compared to when he spoke to Wang Jinfeng just now. The ending tone was so light that it was almost inaudible.
"hand."
Sun Guixiang was stunned for a moment, then followed his gaze to the back of her hand. Sure enough, a small bruise had appeared near the needle tip.
Ye Qingliu put down the spoon, stretched out his cold, white, and slender fingers, and very carefully, using only a little bit of skin at the very front end of his fingertips, pressed the skin around the bruise on the back of Sun Guixiang's hand very gently, as if he was checking the condition of his blood vessels.
The force was as light as a feather brush, with an almost pious caution.
"No problem. Slight seepage." He murmured, then withdrew his hand. Then, he picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of mung bean soup at just the right temperature, and handed it to Sun Guixiang's lips again.
Her movements were gentler than before, her gray-blue eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes.
"Drink a little. Replenish electrolytes. Helps with recovery."
Sun Guixiang looked at the spoonful of warm and sweet soup in front of her, then looked at the child's lowered eyes and focused brows, and the warmth in her heart surged so much that it almost overflowed.
She opened her mouth and sipped. The sweetness of the mung bean soup slid down her throat, moistening her lungs and warming her heart.
Her skinny hand moved slightly under the quilt, gently covering the back of Ye Qingliu's slightly cool hand, which was placed next to her wrist to stabilize the infusion.
Ye Qingliu paused in his feeding, barely perceptible. He didn't pull his hand away, nor did he look up.
Only her drooping eyelashes trembled ever so slightly under the light from the clinic's ceiling lamp, like a butterfly folding its wings.
He continued to feed the soup, spoonful by spoonful, quietly and attentively.
Silence returned to the clinic, leaving only the dripping sound and the old man's satisfied sigh.
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