Chapter 63
The doctor Jiang Chen had called arrived in about twenty minutes.
Braving the rain, he cursed Jiang Chen eight hundred times in his heart, but even so, he didn't dare to delay.
After all, it was Young Master Jiang himself who called.
"I really hope all these evil capitalists explode—"
Xia Zhihe cursed as he carried his medical kit up the stairs.
When he first arrived, he thought he had come to the wrong place, and he called Jiang Chen twice to confirm before daring to come up.
On rainy days, the stairwell looks damp and dark, and in short, he finds fault with everything about making him work overtime.
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Upon hearing the knock, Kim Cho-wan immediately got up and opened the door.
Lee Sung-eun was in poor condition, but that's not the point.
The important thing is that he is now awake and has seen Jiang Chen in the room. The two looked at each other, one pale and gloomy, the other nonchalant.
The two stared at each other in silence. Li Xing'en quietly sat up, supporting herself on the armrest of the sofa, while Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair indifferently. At first glance, the two seemed calm, but Jin Chuwan still longed to abandon everything and escape from here.
The doorbell ringing at that moment was like a savior.
She opened the door, and the other person seemed surprised that it was opened so quickly. His face stiffened for a moment, then he quickly suppressed the resentment on his face and put on a polite and considerate smile.
"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Jiang...?"
Jin Chuwan opened the security door before he could finish speaking.
“Yes, Jiang Chen is here, but it’s not him who’s sick, it’s my friend.” Jin Chuwan said, stepping aside to let the doctor in, her gaze turning to Li Xing’en, “He seems to have a fever. Although he just took two fever-reducing pills, his condition seems a bit serious…”
As Xia Zhihe listened to Jin Chuwan's explanation, his slender eyes darted back and forth between the three people in the room.
It was just an ordinary room. His aloof and unattainable young master had clearly just taken a shower; his hair was still wet, and he was wearing dark pajamas. Opposite him was a stunningly handsome young man.
At this moment, both of their eyes fell on the girl in front of him.
For a moment, Xia Zhihe couldn't remember why he came here. His mind involuntarily played the TV series he had been watching recently, "The Secret of the Rich and Powerful." He paused for a second and then switched to the taboo movie "Dodder Flower: Does She Love Him or Him?" that his female colleague had been talking about a while ago.
Jin Chuwan looked at the doctor in front of her with a strange expression. She wanted to take the medical kit from the man's hand, but he suddenly took half a step back with a look of surprise and uncertainty, while waving his hand and muttering, "I can do it myself, I can do it myself."
Jiang Chen coldly swept his gaze over the man, then turned his attention to Jin Chuwan.
"Ignore him."
Jin Chuwan glanced at Jiang Chen, who looked incredibly languid, as if he had sunk into his chair. But at that moment, he used his dark, deep eyes to scan the doctor in front of the sofa.
"You'd better put your mind at ease, stop thinking nonsense, stop guessing, and stop talking nonsense."
Jiang Chen's voice wasn't loud. Jin Chuwan stared blankly at the doctor who kept nodding and saying "okay, okay, yes, yes, yes," and then looked back at Jiang Chen.
He was looking down and drinking water, as if he wasn't the one who had just warned others.
Jin Chuwan was somewhat confused. She glanced at the tall man who had already begun performing various examinations on Li Xingen.
His features were very defined, and his hair was combed back, though a few strands were loose, perhaps because he had rushed over. He took off his coat and hung it by the door when he came in; underneath was a black shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, and a sharp fountain pen tucked into his breast pocket. Apart from the slightly oversized collar that looked a bit... odd, everything else seemed quite normal.
In short, they are similar to the highly educated people often portrayed on television.
Jin Chuwan glanced at Li Xingen. His gaze seemed to be fixed on her, and for some reason, she felt that there was a deep resentment pressing down in his eyes.
Xia Zhihe had already started preparing the medicine. He politely asked Jin Chuwan to help him get the IV drip bottle, and then his eyes began to search the room for something to hook.
In the end, he chose the wall hooks, which Jin Chuwan originally used to hang calendars, but now used to hold medicine bottles.
The small hook seemed to be struggling a bit. Jin Chuwan glanced at it worriedly, then asked softly, "Will this work?"
Xia Zhihe looked up at the hook.
To be honest, he also felt that this thing might not work, but he had no other choice at the moment. At worst, it would just fall down, since he was carrying a plastic bottle anyway.
This patient might suffer a bit.
But this minor offense wouldn't kill anyone, so he still skillfully put on a smile that would convince the family.
"Don't worry, it's okay."
Jin Chuwan nodded. She glanced at Li Xingen, whose hand had a syringe inserted and several thumb-width medical tapes fixed to it. His forehead was still a little damp, she didn't know if it was from sweating or from her wiping it.
Perhaps because the room was too quiet, Kim Cho-wan felt that she should say something.
"Um, Xing'en, are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"
The boy seemed to be comforted by her words; his eyes seemed to relax a little. He continued to look at her, then shook his head slightly.
"No need, the doctor can take care of the care. If you're tired, go inside and rest."
Hearing this, Xia Zhihe raised an eyebrow in regret. Very well, it seems this person is also impolite.
Kim Cho-wan also wanted to go to the bedroom to escape all of this, but when she heard Lee Sung-eun's hoarse voice, she still sat down with unease.
"It's okay, I'm not tired."
Regardless of his illness, everything else should be put aside for now.
The rain outside showed no signs of stopping. Compared to its initial fury, it had subsided somewhat, but it was still quite torrential. Jin Chuwan looked out the window and then, as if startled awake, suddenly stood up.
The balcony of this room is connected to the bedroom, but because the indoor lighting is limited, there is a special iron rack outside the balcony for drying clothes, and the clothes that Jin Chuwan washed yesterday are still hanging there.
Jiang Chen watched as Jin Chuwan hurriedly entered the room, followed by the sound of a window being opened. He felt it wouldn't be good to follow her, so he refrained from getting up.
Three men were now crammed into the small living room.
Xia Zhihe glanced at the girl leaning out of the window, frowned, hissed, and then walked into the room.
Because of the sudden storm, the two thin clothes were blown to the edge of the iron frame. Jin Chuwan struggled to retrieve them. The rain was still falling, and she would be soaked again in a moment. She helplessly wiped her face and was about to close the window and give up when she suddenly felt herself being enveloped by a huge body.
The man reached out and grabbed the clothes hanger, then deftly closed the window.
He carried his wet clothes and then raised his hand to brush away the strands of hair that had been ruffled by the wind.
"Young lady, that was a dangerous move. What if you had fallen?"
Jin Chuwan wanted to say that she knew what was going on, but since the other party had helped her, she didn't argue. She simply took the clothes and said thank you.
The two came out of the room one after the other. Jin Chuwan felt annoyed at the thought of having to wash clothes again, while Xia Zhihe behind her was in a tragic situation.
Damn it, he actually saw Jiang Chen smile at him.
He was a brilliant medical doctor with a bright future and was admired by many. If his father hadn't insisted that he repay the Jiang family's favor, and if the Jiang family hadn't offered him an irresistible price, would he have come to suffer this kind of trouble?
Xia Zhihe cursed everyone in the world richer than him in his heart, but finally explained in a humiliating manner, "Please, I was just helping out..."
He tried to comfort himself.
He did not yield to Jiang Chen; he only yielded to money.
Jin Chuwan came out after soaking the clothes, and her complexion wasn't very bright.
It was already completely dark outside. Li Xing'en was still on an IV drip, and Jiang Chen didn't seem to be leaving.
She couldn't drive away the patient, so she couldn't drive away the doctor either. Besides, she had lived in Jiang Chen's house for so many years, so it was even more inappropriate for her to drive Jiang Chen away on such a rainy day.
That's settled then.
Jin Chuwan looked at the people in the room and then scratched her head.
Are you hungry?
Jiang Chen raised his eyes and glanced at the time on his phone.
It's exactly 7:30.
Are you hungry?
Jin Chuwan nodded. She watched as Jiang Chen finally stood up. She thought he had finally remembered that he should leave, but he slowly walked to her side.
The two looked at the food in the refrigerator together.
Jiang Chen glanced around, then turned to look at Li Xing'en on the sofa.
Would you like some pasta?
Li Xingen never minded being waited on, and he nodded slightly in agreement.
After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he looked down at Jin Chuwan and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
There were quite a few options in the refrigerator, which showed that she usually took good care of herself. Jiang Chen thought to himself, and his gaze softened a bit.
Jin Chuwan glanced nervously at the refrigerator. Jiang Chen was standing behind her. The kitchen wasn't big, and the two of them were standing close together, both in terms of temperature and breath.
"I...anything is fine with me, I'm not picky."
As Jin Chuwan spoke, she hoped he would move aside so she could leave, but Jiang Chen remained motionless. She heard a deliberately suppressed chuckle coming from behind her.
"You're not picky? You're the pickiest person in the whole family."
Jin Chuwan looked up at Jiang Chen, who had embarrassed her, but he only looked at the food in the refrigerator and didn't meet her gaze at all.
"This isn't what I said, it's what Aunt Hui said."
Jiang Chen answered, then lazily took out pasta, eggs, shrimp, and vegetables from the refrigerator.
As Xia Zhihe walked to the kitchen door, he glanced at Jiang Chen, who had rolled up his sleeves and started preparing dinner. Jiang Chen's arm was propped up on the narrow door frame, and his expression seemed to be nothing more than pure confusion.
"Um? I mean, why didn't you ask me?"
Just as Jin Chuwan was about to leave the kitchen, she was blocked again.
Her gaze was inevitably drawn to the man's open chest.
Then, awkwardly, she looked away.
She was also puzzled. Logically speaking, such male characters should not have been popular in the world of novels around 2000.
However, she quickly realized that this doctor was probably not even a supporting character, so it was normal for his style to be different.
At this moment, Jiang Chen seemed to notice Jin Chuwan's predicament. He pushed aside Xia Zhihe, who was blocking the doorway, and then helped Jin Chuwan sit down on the chair he had just been sitting in.
His expression was indifferent, but there was a faint tenderness in his eyes.
"Sit still..."
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