Chapter 154 Who Gave Me the Courage?
They had only known each other for a day, but it took Sheng Tingzhou three whole years in the hospital to establish his authority and professional image.
However, Song Zhiwei easily destroyed all of this in less than a day.
Sheng Tingzhou was filled with resentment and helplessness; he could not tolerate his efforts going to waste.
Sheng Tingzhou dragged Song Zhiwei to a corner of the hospital's small garden.
This place is relatively secluded, and not many people pass by. He needs a quiet place to calm down.
He braced himself against the wall, trapping her in front of him, constantly adjusting his breathing, trying to control the anger in his heart.
Sheng Tingzhou took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.
He knew he couldn't let his emotions get out of control, especially in a situation like this.
Sheng Tingzhou's firm chest rose and fell, and Song Zhiwei, who was half a head shorter than him, could see him breathing heavily.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if she didn't know why she had angered him.
She slowly raised her hand, intending to touch him, hoping to let him feel her warmth.
However, Sheng Tingzhou immediately grabbed her restless hand and stopped her from moving.
"Song Zhiwei, don't make me think you're too frivolous!"
Sheng Tingzhou's voice was full of anger and blame.
Sunlight streamed through the window frame behind him.
"Dr. Liang."
Yuan Peipei gave a dry laugh and greeted them.
She always felt that this person spoke with a barbed tongue and had a tone that was irritating.
But at least he helped her see a doctor last time.
Liang Yixuan glanced at her indifferently and raised his hand to push up his glasses.
He smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Why aren't you booking an appointment with me this time? Do you think I can't cure you?"
Yuan Peipei was stunned on the spot. Her face flushed instantly, and her ears burned. She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Song Zhiwei quickly replied, her tone urgent.
"We just happened to get an appointment with Dr. Fang, and the timing just happened to match. There was really no other meaning behind it; it was purely a coincidence."
"oh?"
Liang Yixuan slowly put down his water glass, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"I thought... you were avoiding me because you didn't like me. It seems I was just overthinking it."
Yuan Peipei: "..."
When she first met him, she thought he was a bit cold.
But at least he's good-looking, with handsome features and a calm demeanor.
He is serious and professional in treating patients, with a rigorous attitude, and can be considered a reliable doctor.
Now?
Now all she wants to do is run away, as far away from him as possible.
It's best if we never see each other again in this lifetime.
“Dr. Liang, you’re overthinking it,” she said, trying to remain calm, though her voice was a little strained. “We have other things to do, so we’ll be leaving now. We won’t disturb your work.”
After saying that, she grabbed Song Zhiwei's wrist and turned to leave without looking back.
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed in the corridor.
Liang Yixuan stood there, his gaze fixed on their rapidly disappearing figures.
The underground parking garage was dimly lit and the air was slightly cool.
Song Zhiwei sat in the driver's seat, took a deep breath, and skillfully fastened her seatbelt.
The engine rumbled softly, and the wheels rolled slowly.
Yuan Peipei had been holding back her emotions ever since she got on the bus, her brows furrowed and her face grim.
It wasn't until the car left the hospital grounds and entered the main road that he finally couldn't hold back and exploded.
"Is he out of his mind? Do I have to report to him just to register? Is he my boss or my parent? Does he really think he's the hospital director? Does he think everyone has to revolve around him?"
"This kind of man has a heart smaller than a pinhead."
She added through gritted teeth.
Song Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, her fingers gently twisting the hem of her clothes, and asked cautiously, "Mengxi...you really didn't know him before? You had no interaction at all?"
"How is that possible!"
Yuan Peipei suddenly turned her head, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“I don’t even know his name! If it weren’t for the name ‘Liang Yixuan’ on the registration slip today, I wouldn’t even know what this person’s name is! How could I possibly get involved with such a persistent and inexplicable person?”
Song Zhiwei pursed her lips, her brows furrowing slightly.
"But I always feel... there's something wrong with the way he looks at you."
What kind of eyesight do you have?
Yuan Peipei scoffed, her tone disdainful.
"Does he intend to kill with his eyes?"
Song Zhiwei pondered for a moment, then carefully chose her words: "It's like... a little unwilling, and a little... wronged."
She paused, then added, "I took a psychology course in college, so I know a little about how to read people's expressions. That kind of look isn't just indifference; it's more like a long-suppressed emotion, hidden deep down, suddenly having its old wounds exposed."
“Liang Yixuan’s action just now,” she said softly, “was like he was blaming you, or like he was hiding some unspeakable old story. It was very complicated and painful.”
Yuan Peipei waved her hand, interrupting her directly.
"Then he's sick! He has psychological problems! He hates me for not getting an appointment with him? Fine, from now on I'll avoid this hospital whenever I see its sign, I'd rather walk three kilometers than go near it!"
After she finished speaking, she leaned heavily back in her chair, looking disgusted.
"Um."
Song Zhiwei responded softly and didn't say anything more, focusing on driving.
The car drove smoothly through the city streets at night.
Finally, the car came to a smooth stop in the parking space below the apartment building.
Yuan Peipei pushed open the car door, picked up her bag, and hurried towards the elevator.
The elevator doors closed, and the numbers slowly rose.
Just as the door was about to close.
She suddenly stopped and turned to look at Song Zhiwei, who was still standing next to the car.
"Zhiwei," she lowered her voice, "Sheng Tingzhou isn't at your house, is he?"
"It's hard to say."
Song Zhiwei rubbed her temples, her brows furrowing slightly.
When she left, she was still inside the house, sitting quietly on the sofa.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door creaked open.
Sheng Tingzhou walked out carrying his laptop.
He was wearing a light gray casual shirt, with the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows.
His gaze first swept lightly over Yuan Peipei, who was standing at the door.
It then slowly fell back onto Song Zhiwei.
A slight smirk appeared on his lips, a smile tinged with a hint of mockery.
"Hey, where did these two bodyguards come from? Just started working here?"
"We just hired them, and they haven't been paid yet."
Song Zhiwei stretched out her hand with a smile, palm facing up.
He gently patted her palm.
"Alright."
"What do you mean it's okay?"
She was taken aback and blinked.
"The salary has been paid."
"What is this? Payment without air?"
She frowned, looked down at her hands, and found them empty.
"It's courage."
He looked serious, his gaze was open, and he even nodded slightly.
"Thanks! You're really great!"
She rolled her eyes, drawing out her words with obvious disdain.
Do you think you're Fish Leong?
Give me courage?
What era are we living in that we're still playing this game?
Song Zhiwei ignored him and decisively dragged Yuan Peipei inside.
She turned around and shouted at him, "You're going home, right? I won't see you off!"
The door slammed shut.
Sheng Tingzhou stood at the door, gazing at the tightly closed door, the smile on his lips lingering.
He shook his head slightly, smiled helplessly, and turned to walk towards the next room.
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