Yuan Heng was still undergoing examination, so Ning Lang didn't want to go in and "disturb" him. She sat far away on a bench in the corridor outside.
She was scrolling through her phone.
Suddenly, a local news article caught her attention.
She read it carefully, word by word, and raised an eyebrow.
Unexpectedly, the Lin family has managed to climb up the ladder to Mingda Group, investing in several large residential projects in the northern suburbs and even wanting to bid for the shopping plaza in front of it.
Over the years, the Lin family has married off several daughters, each marriage being a strategic alliance, which has helped the Lin family rise in status.
That's why people in Rongcheng's upper class say that the Lin family has been "skilled at marrying off their daughters" in recent years.
Previously, the Lin family intended to arrange a marriage between the Lin and Ning families, and even deliberately sent their youngest daughter, Lin Meier, to the department where her cousin, Ning Zhang, worked. However, the elders politely declined.
Could this be the same trick that allowed them to successfully climb up to Mingda Group this time?
Just then, the door opened.
Shan Jueyi's cold and beautiful face peeked out and explained, "His gastric mucosa is quite damaged. He needs to take medicine to regulate it first, and his diet needs to be carefully monitored."
Ning Lang nodded.
Shan Jueyi turned around, gave the nurse a few instructions, and then stepped inside.
Ning Lang followed him in and found Yuan Heng lying on the hospital bed, unconscious, his face pale, his brows furrowed, as if he was in great pain.
"How did he fall asleep?"
Dean Shan, who was quickly writing out prescriptions, looked up at the patient and said in a low voice, "I gave him a little anesthesia and did a gastroscopy. He should be awake soon."
Ning Lang understood the discomfort of undergoing a gastroscopy, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"I'll take care of his meals; the rest is up to you."
Shan Jueyi quickly typed a line on his laptop and then picked up his pen again.
"Gastrointestinal diseases mainly rely on daily care and cannot be taken lightly. His love for cold foods is very bad."
Ning Lang shrugged and explained gently, "He said it was a social engagement. Only men understand what men are thinking. I'm not a doctor, so my words don't carry much weight. You can speak to him when he wakes up. He'll listen to whatever you say."
Dean Shan paused briefly as his pen moved rapidly across the paper, but quickly resumed its rapid strokes.
Ning Lang glanced at her pen out of the corner of his eye and chuckled to himself.
Bestie, I'll help you to the end. You get some sleep, I'll do the rest.
Yuan Heng, lying in his hospital bed, had been tormented by stomach pain for most of the night. The effects of the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, so he slept soundly, completely unaware that his best friend had already betrayed him and was just waiting to count the money.
Shan Jueyi wrote half of it, then placed her slender, fair hand on Yuan Heng's wrist.
The ancestors of the Shan family were all traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, but their descendants all studied Western medicine. With their extensive family knowledge, they were all able to combine Chinese and Western medicine.
Yuan Heng tilted his head, his handsome features almost bewitching. At this moment, he was neither noisy nor funny, but as quiet as an exquisite doll in a toy store window.
Dean Shan couldn't help but take a few more glances.
After a moment, she coughed lightly, feeling uneasy, and explained, "His spleen pulse is weak, but otherwise he's fine. His liver fire is a bit excessive, probably due to staying up late. Add a portion of millet to the medicinal diet you prescribed for him; it can help him sleep."
"Mm." Ning Lang nodded.
The autumn wind was bleak, and a cool breeze blew in through the window, causing the white paper on the table to flutter and rustle softly.
Shan Jueyi put down her pen, gracefully got up and approached the hospital bed, opened the thin blanket at the foot of the bed and covered Yuan Heng with it, her movements gentle and slow.
Ning Lang chuckled softly.
Dean Shan glanced up at her and suddenly said something out of the blue.
"The advertisement is brilliant; Sheng Xuan is truly talented in this industry. Are you planning to stand idly by forever?"
Ning Lang was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised by her words.
Shan Jueyi explained coldly, "He was once my patient, so I was just asking out of concern."
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