I clearly heard Xiao Yingtao say "ah" behind me, but the sound stopped halfway through, probably because she covered her mouth herself.
Yang Qianmu was completely stunned.
My heart was pounding in my chest. Looking at that face so close to mine, I was overwhelmed by intense shyness and a strange flutter in my heart.
I have a feeling, or maybe it isn't—that Su Shenglin did this on purpose, deliberately asserting his dominance in front of Yang Qianmu.
Good heavens...
I groaned inwardly, wondering how I was going to face President Yang and Little Cherry after this.
Mr. Yang will definitely look at me strangely, and Xiao Yingtao will make ambiguous jokes, concluding that I have an unclear relationship with Su Shenglin.
"Thank you, no need to trouble yourself, I'll carry her to the car." After Su Shenglin carried me steadily, he turned slightly to look at Yang Qianmu and thanked him politely.
I saw Yang Qianmu's face stiffen visibly, and his raised hand paused in mid-air before slowly retracting.
Su Shenglin didn't care about other people's reactions. After being polite, he turned around, picked me up, and walked steadily toward his car.
The driver got out and opened the back door, and I was taken aback, realizing that he hadn't come alone.
His car had high seats and plenty of space, so my legs were more comfortable. I carefully shifted them slightly, stretching them out a little, but I didn't dare to stretch them out completely.
Seeing how much pain I was in, Su Shenglin put me down and asked with a stern face, "How badly did you fall? Why didn't you go to the hospital sooner?"
He scolded me in a low voice while pulling up my trouser leg.
I wanted to stop him, but I was afraid of hurting the injury, so I could only let him be.
When his knee was exposed, it was a bruised and swollen mess, visible in the light from the car roof. His expression tightened immediately: "You really are... you can still bear it after falling like this? Aren't you afraid of crippling your leg?"
I looked at him, my face trembling, and pursed my lips before replying, "I thought it wasn't serious; I applied ice during the day and felt fine..."
But the pain got worse and worse that night.
Su Shenglin straightened up, slammed the car door shut, and after getting in from the other side, he said, "To the hospital, hurry up."
"Yes," the driver replied, and the Hongqi SUV sped away.
As we passed the car in front, I saw Yang Qianmu and Xiao Yingtao still standing by the car, and Xiao Yingtao was still waving at us.
I blushed and felt embarrassed, so I didn't roll down the window to say hello.
Half an hour later, we arrived at the best private hospital in the city.
Su Shenglin tried to carry me out of the car again, but I felt a little embarrassed. Thinking that many people would see us, I refused, saying, "I can walk by myself, you don't need to carry me."
He glanced at me sideways. "It's not like it's the first time I've hugged you. Why are you only feeling shy now?"
Without saying a word, she swept me up in a princess carry and pulled me out of the car.
I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, and our faces were very close.
Thinking about what he had just said, I stared at his handsome face, suppressing my racing heart, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean? Did you hug me before?"
"Yeah, the time you were drunk."
"..." He's drunk again!
My heart pounded, and I couldn't help but ask, "What else did we do that night...?"
He glanced at me, his eyes both playful and profound.
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I felt his gaze was fixed on my lips, his eyes filled with unspoken words.
Because Su Shenglin called the hospital on the way, there were already doctors waiting for us when we entered the emergency room.
He didn't have time to answer my question.
The doctor examined the wound and told me to get an MRI.
I was shocked when I heard that: "It's that serious? We need an MRI?"
"Yes, MRI has a higher resolution for soft tissues, allowing for more detailed examination."
I thought it wasn't necessary, but Su Shenglin nodded in agreement: "Then let's arrange it."
I turned to look at him, and he said bluntly, "You think you know more than a doctor?"
"..." I had no choice but to shut up.
His expression remained slightly stern, unlike his usual gentle and warm demeanor. I didn't know if he was still angry about what happened this morning, or if he was angry about something else because I was injured.
I was wheeled around by the nurse and obediently had an MRI scan.
When I received the report, the results were worse than I had imagined.
"For patellar bone marrow edema, suprapatellar bursa and joint effusion caused by trauma, conservative treatment should be tried first. At least four to six weeks of rest are needed. Try to minimize exercise and get plenty of rest."
After the doctor finished explaining the instructions, he turned to write the prescription.
I was extremely depressed, thinking about all the things to do at the end of the year, and my limited mobility made me very irritable.
"Prescribe her the best medicine, and use all available traditional Chinese medicine treatments." Su Shenglin's face was devoid of any gentleness as he glanced at me and gave the order to the doctor.
"Mr. Su, please rest assured, we will definitely use the best treatment methods."
After the doctor finished making his assurances, he immediately called a nurse and took me to get physical therapy.
I'm afraid of pain, even the pain of injections.
So when I saw that row of brightly lit acupuncture needles, my first reaction was repulsion, and I wanted nothing more than to get up and run away.
"Doctor, could you please not use this? I'm afraid of needles..." I deliberately exaggerated the situation to hide my fear.
"Sex-phobic?" the doctor asked, puzzled.
Su Shenglin stepped forward: "She's scared."
I turned around and glared at him.
The doctor understood and explained, "Acupuncture doesn't hurt. Your knee is so swollen. Acupuncture can promote blood circulation, relax muscles and tendons, and relieve pain. It can effectively promote the absorption of blood stasis and edema caused by knee joint injury."
It sounds great, but I'm still scared.
But neither the doctor nor Su Shenglin intended to respect my opinion.
"Lying down or sitting?" the doctor asked, getting up and looking at me.
Seeing that the examination bed was a bit high and inconvenient to get on and off, I could only nervously say, "Just sit here..."
So the nurse brought over a low stool, took out a stack of sterile swabs from the cabinet and placed them on it, then lifted my legs and positioned them.
As I watched the doctor remove the needle, my body trembled uncontrollably, and I gripped the edge of the seat tightly with both hands.
The next second, Su Shenglin walked up, wrapped his large hand around my head, turned it slightly, and buried my face in front of him.
"Don't look, relax," he whispered soothingly, his tone gentle.
To prevent me from seeing the doctor administering acupuncture, he even pulled up his coat, almost burying my entire upper body in his clothes.
In an instant, all my senses were switched on a different channel.
My mind was no longer filled with fear of needles; all that remained was the fresh, clean scent of forest grass emanating from him and his incredibly warm gestures.
At this moment, if I were to say that my relationship with him was completely innocent and that we were just ordinary friends, even I wouldn't believe it.
I felt a chill on my knee and my body trembled. A voice came from above me: "The doctor is disinfecting it. Don't be nervous, relax."
I want to, but I can't.
Soon, a fine, dense pricking sensation came over me, and my body tensed up even more. In his arms, I couldn't help but let out soft moans, or perhaps sobs...
I gripped his clothes tightly with both hands, not caring about our relationship at all.
At this moment, he is my spiritual support and my reliance.
After what seemed like an eternity, he gently patted my head and whispered, "The acupuncture is finished; you need to rest for a while."
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