Chapter 15 Then I'll Continue Being a Mistress
Wen Song instantly understood the meaning behind Guan Ju's period.
The guess is that he was annoyed after seeing Zhao Mingzhuo's posts on WeChat Moments, which is why he contacted him.
[Song]: What's wrong?
Guan Ju, probably glued to the chat window, replied instantly: 【I'm annoyed.】
Wen Song was right as expected.
【颂】: Why?
【S】: Are the noodles delicious?
With just five simple words, Wen Song instantly understood the true meaning Guan Ju wanted to express.
【S】: Doesn't Zhao Mingzhuo have a nanny at home? He needs your meticulous care.
[Song]: He is my boyfriend.
[S]: When are you breaking up? I want to be your boyfriend too.
Wen Song: "?"
Guan Ju's sudden remark left him speechless.
say what?
I have no idea what to say.
Every action of hers exudes an air of "I'm determined to win," and she will never be discouraged even though she knows he has a boyfriend.
Finally, Wen Song slowly typed a few words into the input method panel: 【This is called blatant poaching.】
With a "whoosh," Guan Sui sent a voice message that lasted a few seconds.
Wen Song originally intended to convert the text, but his hand slipped and he accidentally played the audio bar instead.
I wanted to quickly turn off my phone screen to stop it from happening, but unfortunately, a cool, husky voice, electronically processed and imbued with a touch of magnetism and sexiness, had already come from the phone.
—"Hmm, shall I pry it open?"
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft; it was clear enough to hear.
Even Guan Ju's nonchalant tone, if listened to carefully, reveals a hint of laughter.
Wen Song felt her heart leap into her throat as if she had done something wrong; it was no different from having an affair. She maintained her composure and looked at Zhao Mingzhuo, who was fast asleep on the sofa.
One second, two seconds... five seconds.
The other party showed no signs of waking up.
Seeing this, Wen Song finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He took his phone, turned and left the living room, opened the glass door, and went out into the front yard, which was filled with all kinds of beautiful flowers.
For some reason, I inexplicably clicked on Guan Ju's voice message again.
Even though I felt completely calm after listening, my face inexplicably felt hot.
The other person spoke standard Mandarin, yet he managed to associate the pronunciation of "撬" with another rather dirty, filthy, and vulgar word.
It's likely that... Guan Ju's image has already been stereotyped in people's minds.
Alpha said something similar that night, although not as bluntly or crudely as I understood, but the meaning was exactly the same.
【颂】: No.
【S】：Then I'll continue being a mistress.
Wen Song: "..........?"
This is the first time I've realized Guan Ju is so shameless.
This time, Wen Song did not reply to the other party's messages.
Just as I was about to put my phone away, I received a call from the hospital.
"Hello, Mr. Wen, we are from the First People's Hospital of the city center. Ms. Song Lanxue's current condition..."
The color drained from Wen Song's face instantly, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping the phone so tightly they turned white.
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The First People's Hospital of the City Center.
After getting out of the car, Wen Song quickly stepped up the stairs and arrived at the inpatient department with ease.
Outside the ward, a nurse stood at the door. Upon seeing his arrival, she habitually reached out to stop the patient's family members to prevent them from becoming emotionally unstable due to worry and disrupting the doctor's treatment.
But aside from walking too fast, his chest heaving rapidly, and him panting frequently, the Beta in front of him showed no signs of being excited enough to disregard the obstacles and rush into the ward.
"How is Ms. Song Lanxue doing?" Wen Song asked calmly, trying to remain composed.
The nurse, holding the record book, said seriously, "You took the medicine half an hour ago and suddenly vomited. The doctor is currently examining you. The situation is not very serious, but the family should be prepared."
A slight pain rose in Wen Song's chest.
Don't be fooled by his seemingly calm demeanor; in reality, he's incredibly nervous and his mind is in turmoil, unable to truly settle down.
The doctor told him a few days ago that his grandmother's condition was not very optimistic, but there was no sign of lesions or worsening. He could continue treatment and take medication to recuperate. Once some of the higher values dropped, the risk of surgery would be low.
Unexpectedly, she started vomiting after taking the medicine just a few days later.
"Is there really no way to deal with this situation?" Wen Song asked.
The nurse thought for a moment, then shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry, sir, we need a doctor's diagnosis to determine the specific situation."
Wen Song knew that being nervous and anxious was useless; he would only find out why he was vomiting after the doctor came out of the ward.
Ten minutes passed.
The door to the ward finally opened.
The doctor took off his mask as soon as he came out.
"Doctor, how is my grandmother doing now? Is there anything wrong?" Wen Song asked immediately.
The doctor paused and said, "The situation isn't serious, but there's been a drug rejection reaction. Further tests are needed."
"but---"
Wen Song pressed further, "But what?"
The doctor said, "The specialist you consulted yesterday, who researches pheromone cancer cells, examined Ms. Song's condition. We're not entirely sure about the results. You can ask them; they specialize in this condition and would know more about it than we do."
Every year, medical exchange seminars are held in China, and experts form teams to discuss difficult and complex diseases with extremely low cure rates nationwide.
The expert team specializing in pheromone cancer cells has been out of the country for the past few years. Even if they have some understanding of the disease, they are still somewhat lacking in knowledge compared to authoritative and professional experts.
Not to mention that the team's experts were once attending surgeons, and their success rate in treating pheromone cancer cells reached 80%.
Wen Song was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that Guan Sui had probably asked someone to check on his grandmother's condition.
He was clearly still in the consideration stage.
The other party offered help "without holding a grudge".
For a moment, Wen Song didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings.
“Okay,” he nodded to the doctor, “thank you for your help.”
Doctor: "It's alright. We'll have another check-up in the next few days. Mr. Wen, there's no need to worry. Ms. Song's condition is still within the reversible range. However, everyone's constitution is different, and it's normal for occasional drug rejection to occur."
Hearing the doctor's words, Wen Song finally felt relieved.
"Okay, thank you," he said earnestly.
The doctor nodded at him, gave a few words of advice to the nurse standing beside him, and then left.
The nurse said, "Mr. Wen, Ms. Song has just fallen asleep after taking her medication. To avoid disturbing her sleep, please do not go in and disturb her for the time being."
“You can stand at the door and take a look.”
The ward door has a glass window that allows you to see inside, which is directly opposite the location of the bed.
The glass was opened from the inside before the doctor came out, so that family members could visit.
Wen Song said "okay".
Standing at the door, I looked through the glass at Ms. Song Lanxue, who was lying on the hospital bed with white hair.
With several tubes inserted into the other person's body, Wen Song felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. She lowered her eyelids and held back the tears.
Being sick is such a terrible thing.
Young people can't handle it, let alone people who are approaching seventy.
Fortunately, the condition did not worsen.
Wen Song stood at the door of the ward for about half an hour before turning away and leaving.
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