Chapter 163 Ten Thousand Yuan for Medical Expenses
As Sang Ruo watched his departing figure, her heart sank deeper and deeper.
Chen Wuye, that rascal, is quite shrewd.
Sang Ruo had no choice but to sit at the consultation table and place her hands on the surface.
Bo Jinyan couldn't help but smile slightly, then placed his hand on it.
Sang Ruo looked down at his hand, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.
These hands had touched hers countless times in all sorts of situations, but never before had they felt so untouchable.
"Do I have needles in my hands? Is it really that difficult to start?"
Bo Jinyan's slightly mocking voice suddenly reached her ears.
Sang Ruo raised her head and glared at him, but in the end, she still reached out and placed her hand on his pulse.
When her icy fingertips touched his warm skin, her heart inexplicably raced.
But when the image of that woman kissing his face appeared in his mind, his heartbeat gradually calmed down, and he even felt as if his heart had turned to ashes.
Even after so much time has passed, I still feel an indescribable sadness when I think of that scene again.
It feels like I've just broken up with someone...
Seeing that she hadn't spoken, Bo Jinyan asked curiously, "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"
Sang Ruo's thoughts were interrupted, and her brows furrowed slightly for a moment: "What do you want to ask?"
"When you traditional Chinese medicine practitioners take someone's pulse, don't you always ask all sorts of questions? Like how's your sleep? How's your mood? How's your diet...?"
Sang Ruo glared at him, but didn't say a word.
Seeing that she didn't intend to speak, Bo Jinyan began to speak on his own: "I haven't been doing well lately. Ever since that day, I haven't been able to eat or sleep, and my mind is filled with..."
you.
Before he could even finish the last word, the woman in front of him interrupted him: "Mr. Bo, you can't talk while taking someone's pulse."
Bo Jinyan looked at her with a hint of helplessness, but ultimately shut his mouth.
After taking her pulse, she quickly took out a piece of paper and scribbled lines of text on it.
Then, casually, he said, "Your headache is caused by not getting enough rest last night. I'll prescribe some calming medication for you. Remember to take it on time when you get home."
"I don't know how to brew medicine, can you help me?"
Hearing the man's cold tone, Sang Ruo suddenly became furious: "Our clinic doesn't offer decoction services. Go home and have your auntie make it for you."
"Even your aunt doesn't know how."
Sang Ruo's hand holding the pen involuntarily clenched for a moment.
She raised her eyes in an instant, meeting the gaze of the man in front of her: "Then let's find an aunt who knows how to brew medicine."
Bo Jinyan was so angry that he laughed, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
After finishing writing the list, Sang Ruo quickly got up and walked briskly to the Chinese medicine area, pulling out one compartment after another to start picking out the medicine for him.
A faint voice suddenly came from behind: "Are you still angry?"
Sang Ruo's hand, which was picking up the medicine, involuntarily paused for a moment.
After a moment of calm, she said softly, "The past is the past, and I don't want to bring it up again."
She had just finished inspecting the Chinese medicine and turned to put it on the cashier's counter, intending to wrap the bag up.
But the man in front of her grabbed her wrist.
Sang Ruo quickly raised her eyes and met his gaze.
Bo Jinyan stood outside the cashier's counter, while she stood inside. They were very close, yet she felt incredibly distant from him.
“If this matter were handled properly, you wouldn’t have this attitude.”
"What attitude am I talking about?" Sang Ruo's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Between Mr. Bo and me, we're just uncle and niece-in-law. Isn't it normal for me to treat you this way? You're not my boyfriend, much less my husband..."
"Sang Ruo!"
Bo Jinyan suddenly raised his voice a few decibels.
The hand gripping her wrist tightened its grip involuntarily.
"Clatter—"
Just then, the bathroom door was suddenly opened from the inside.
Chen Wuye originally thought Bo Jinyan had left, but when he saw the scene at the cashier, he suddenly froze on the spot.
For a moment, they were caught in a dilemma.
The two people at the cashier also turned their heads at the sound and looked in the direction of the restroom.
Chen Wuye subconsciously scratched his head, then retreated directly to the bathroom: "Ah! My stomach hurts again..."
After seeing the bathroom door close again, Sang Ruo shook off the man's hand.
Without saying a word, she simply tied the bag up.
After packing the medicine, I handed it to him.
At the same time, a patient walked in from outside: "Doctor, my leg is a little uncomfortable, could you come and take a look at it for me?"
Sang Ruo quickly bypassed the cashier and walked to the consultation table.
Bo Jinyan glanced at the medicine on the table.
She didn't seem to tell him how much money it was...
The man picked up the medicine, took out his phone, opened WeChat, and transferred some money to her.
He glanced one last time at the other end of the consultation table, then strode away.
When Sang Ruo raised her head again, Bo Jinyan was no longer there.
She only saw the money Bo Jinyan sent when she got home that evening.
Ten thousand yuan.
Seeing this number, I suddenly felt both amused and exasperated.
The medicine she gave him was worth at most a few hundred yuan, but the money he gave her was many times that amount.
She only glanced at it before exiting the chat.
In the following days, Bo Jinyan did not come to her place, but he frequently sent her messages, asking her why she did not accept his money.
Throughout the entire conversation, Sang Ruo never responded to the topic, and she barely paid attention to anything he posted.
Sunday was the day for Mr. Bo's follow-up appointment, and Sang Ruo took advantage of today being a day off to go early to have him examined.
Because in the past, every time I went there, it was already close to evening, so it was relatively rushed.
Upon arriving at the Bo family residence, Sang Ruo had barely stepped inside when she saw Bo Jinzhou and Bo Yukang.
What are you doing here?
What happened at school that day seemed to have intensified Bo Yukang's resentment towards her.
Even the tone of his voice carried an unprecedented anger.
Sang Ruo glanced at him with her eyes lowered, her voice deep: "Come over here for your great-grandfather's follow-up examination."
"It's been so long and you still haven't cured your great-grandfather. You keep doing follow-up appointments. Are you even good enough at medicine? If not, then stop treating your great-grandfather."
Bo Yukang's voice was full of displeasure.
It seems she's still holding a grudge about what happened at school that day.
Mind your own business and don't meddle in adults' affairs.
Her tone was cold and indifferent, and her face was full of annoyance.
The next second, Bo Jinzhou suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and led her towards the back garden.
What are you doing?
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