"Mr. Fu, your condition has improved a lot, but it will take time before you can stand up again. Don't rush it."
The man was breathing heavily, the veins on his arms still bulging from the supporting exercises, and his forehead was covered in sweat. His eyes flickered after hearing the doctor's words, "It will take at least..."
for how long. "
"Mr. Fu, we should..."
The man repeated in a low, hoarse voice, "How long will it take at the fastest?"
The doctor gritted his teeth and said, "It will take at least half a day to an hour."
Fu Xingyun closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The doctor's assistant tidied up the things nearby, then cautiously asked, "Should we tell Mr. Lin about Mr. Fu's improvement?"
"No need," Fu Xingyun warned, opening his mouth slightly. "Don't do anything unnecessary."
The doctor nodded repeatedly and straightened his clothes. "Mr. Fu, we'll meet again tomorrow."
After receiving a response from the other party, the two walked outside.
Zhu asked in confusion, "Teacher, why didn't Mr. Fu tell Mr. Lin about the obvious improvement in his condition?"
The doctor didn't answer directly, saying, "You're too young to understand."
"Teacher, I'm sixteen now."
"..." The doctor glanced at him and said, "An entrepreneur with such incalculable assets has nothing to lack, except for genuine affection from others."
Zhu suddenly realized, "Mr. Fu is testing the other party."
Every time the two of them visited the Fu family, Lin Qiong would greet them. She didn't have the mentality of being superior just because they were rich; on the contrary, she was very approachable.
Always a smiling face, as if he's full of energy every day, like a little sun.
If you could live with someone as good-looking and kind as Mr. Lin every day, no one would be unwilling.
Remembering Lin Qiong's bright and cheerful smile, he asked, "Won't Mr. Lin be sad if he finds out?"
The doctor didn't answer immediately, but the assistant lowered his head somewhat dejectedly. "Mr. Lin cares a lot about Mr. Fu."
Before the two left each time, Lin Qiong would go up to Fu Xingyun and ask about his day.
Mr. Lin cared so much about Mr. Fu, but after Mr. Fu recovered, he kept it a secret. Although he had his reasons, his actions were still hurtful.
Zhu was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and finally managed to stammer out, "It's a bit pitiful for Mr. Lin in this way."
The doctor was somewhat surprised, "Pitiful?"
The assistant nodded.
"Teacher, don't you think so?"
The doctor paused for a moment, then shook his head.
The assistant looked surprised. "Teacher, how can you be so cold-blooded?"
The doctor shook his head. "It's not that I'm cold-blooded, it's just that you're too young."
help:?
The doctor helped the man leave the Fu family home and then turned back, asking, "Do you think Mr. Fu's house is big?"
The assistant nodded. "Yes."
You can play golf here.
“Mr. Lin lives here every day.”
help:……
The doctor continued, "How much do you earn a month?"
Helper: "Not counting the bonus, it's close to ten thousand."
"Do you remember the gold card Mr. Lin used when he first paid the bill?"
Assistant nodded. "I remember."
At that time, Mr. Lin took out something that almost blinded his dog.
Doctor: "You might not be able to earn that much money even if you didn't eat or drink for three lifetimes."
help:……
The doctor then turned to look at Zhu Yi, "Is Mr. Lin still pitiful now?"
help:……
He doesn't know if Mr. Lin is pitiful now, but after the comparison just now, he seems to be the more pitiful one.
Zhu took a deep breath, momentarily wondering who had given him the courage to pity Lin Qiong.
When Lin Qiong returned after buying milk tea, she happened to run into the two of them leaving the villa area.
Lin Qiong waved to the two of them, "Doctor! Assistant!"
For a moment, his arms were waving in the air, looking just like seaweed.
Qing was wearing a light-colored sweatshirt, her delicate and innocent face bearing her usual smile. Her hair shimmered slightly in the sunlight, and her clear, bright eyes were gently wavy, making her incredibly beautiful.
People's hearts trembled.
The assistant was momentarily stunned, but quickly replied, "Mr. Lin."
Lin Qiong quickly stepped forward, "You've worked hard today too."
He then slipped two cups of milk tea into their hands.
Doctor: "Thank you."
Lin Qiong waved her hand, "You're welcome. Can Xingyun drink now?"
The doctor gave a fair answer: "It is possible, but drinking water is still healthier."
Lin Qiong nodded, meaning she couldn't drink it.
After exchanging a few more polite words, the two waved goodbye.
After returning home, Lin Qiong went straight to the third floor, changed her clothes, and then walked to Fu Xingyun's room, saying, "Xingyun, I'm home!"
Seeing that the door was half-open, it first peeked inside, and then a fluffy head poked its head in.
Fu Xingyun had just finished showering and came out. Upon seeing the person, he said, "Come in."
Seeing that the person looked well, Lin Qiong happily walked in with the milk tea in her hand. Since she was wearing home clothes, she didn't think much of it and plopped down on the bed.
Fu Xingyun glanced at it but didn't say anything.
Lin Qiong looked at the person's back and asked, "What did you do today?"
"It's just a workout for the waist and arms."
Lin Qiong pulled the person onto the bed, "Do you feel any better?"
Fu Xingyun remained silent for a long time, thinking about how his leg was able to heal today, but in the end he shook his head.
Seeing the man's dejected expression, Lin Qiong quickly comforted him, "It's alright, we'll take it slow."
She gestured towards the person with the milk tea in her hand, asking, "Want some?"
Fu Xingyun looked at the bubble tea in Lin Qiong's hand, and Lin Qiong said seriously, "I ordered a large cup for you."
Fu Xingyun pondered for a moment, then said, "I can't finish it."
I don't believe you for a second.
"Actually, the doctor said it's better for you to drink water." Lin Qiong asked tentatively, "Or should I drink it for you?"
Fu Xingyun: ...
Finally, Lin Qiong put two straws into her mouth and gulped down her milk tea.
Looking at the other person's expression, Fu Xingyun couldn't help but smile.
"Is it good?"
Lin Qiong nodded. "It tastes good."
Seeing the intense gaze, Lin Qiong felt a little guilty for a moment, "Would you like a sip?"
He said he was handing a cup to someone.
Fu Xingyun lowered his eyes to look at the straw that the other person had just sucked on.
Lin Qiong looked over and quickly snapped out of her daze, "Wait a minute, I'll go get a cup and pour you some."
Just as Lin Qiong was about to get up, her cup of milk tea was taken away. "No need."
The man lowered his head and took a sip from the straw.
Lin Qiong was taken aback for a moment. In his memory, Fu Xingyun was a bit of a germaphobe. At first, even if he entered the other party's room, the other party would have a black face.
And now the other person is actually sharing a straw with him.
Lin Qiong was momentarily at a loss for words, and asked dryly, "Is it good?"
"Mm." Fu Xingyun handed the milk tea back to the other person.
Lin Qiong: "Aren't you going to drink anymore?"
"The doctor said to drink more water." After saying that, the man stared at Lin Qiong.
Lin Qiong looked at the two cups of milk tea in her hand, and then at Fu Xingyun.
Fu Xingyun spoke up, "Aren't you going to drink anymore?"
Lin Qiong: "Huh? Drink, drink."
The man's gaze was intense.
For some reason, Lin Qiong felt as if the other person was waiting for him to drink.
Lin Qiong obediently lowered her head and took a big gulp through two straws, then puffed out her cheeks like a groundhog to look at the other person.
Lin Qiong finished two cups of milk tea in the room before leaving. After she left, Fu Xingyun took out the "Love Manual" and put a checkmark under the ninth item.
After dinner, the two of them snuggled on the sofa as usual to watch Animal World, when the doorbell rang not long after.
Lin Qiong checked the time; it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
Who could be there at this time?
Lin Qiong stood up. "I'll go take a look."
Seeing that Fu Xingyun was about to say something, Lin Qiong added, "I won't open the door to strangers."
"..."
Lin Qiong went to the door and looked at the monitor on the doorway. A familiar big face was pressed tightly against the camera.
knock!
Lin Qiong was startled and took a step back, then picked up the receiver.
Fu Jinglin, carrying a backpack, said, "It's me."
"I know."
Fu Jinglin frowned. "Then why don't you open the door?"
What are you doing out so late at night?
Fu Jinglin irritably ran his fingers through his hair. "My mom and I had a fight."
"Oh, the illness has flared up."
The door opened immediately.
Fu Jinglin: ...
Lin Qiong returned to the living room and said, "He's my eldest nephew now."
Fu Xingyun's sharp brows furrowed, and before he could speak, Fu Jinglin swaggered in with his sports bag slung over his shoulder.
Fu Xingyun: "What is it now?"
Upon seeing his uncle, Fu Jinglin's imposing manner immediately subsided. "It's nothing, just a minor disagreement with my mother."
To change the subject, she asked, "Is there anything to eat at home? I'm hungry."
Lin Qiong, standing to the side, said, "There are leftovers."
"I'm not eating it," said Fu Jinglin, the young master, in a harsh tone. "Go and make me a new one."
Fu Xingyun raised his eyes and glared at the other person.
Fu Jinglin shuddered instantly. "Leftovers are fine too."
Lin Qiong turned back to look at Fu Xingyun with some confusion, only to see him calmly drinking tea, not even glancing in their direction.
"Didn't you say you didn't want to eat?"
"Who said that!" Fu Jinglin's voice was so loud it seemed he wanted to announce it to the whole world. "I love eating leftovers the most."
"..."
Lin Qiong's lips twitched slightly. "Wait a moment, I'll go get the leftovers and make you some fried rice with eggs."
He then shuffled out of the living room in his slippers. After everyone left, Fu Xingyun put the cup on the coffee table.
The sound wasn't loud, just somewhat crisp, but Fu Jinglin still swallowed hard.
Fu Xingyun looked at Fu Jinglin with a frighteningly dark gaze, and said, "You pass."
Fu Jinglin walked over somewhat nervously, and just as he was about to sit down next to the man, the man's deep voice came from behind him.
Did I ask you to sit down?
Fu Jinglin was so frightened that he quickly straightened up.
When Lin Qiong returned, she saw Fu Jinglin standing beside her with his backpack, like a tree with its roots firmly planted.
Lin Qiong asked in confusion, "Why don't you sit down?"
Fu Xingyun said calmly, "He likes to stand."
Lin Qiong: "Really?"
Fu Jinglin forced a smile and said, "Yes."
"The food is ready, please sit down and eat."
He said he would hand the fried rice to the person.
Just as Fu Jinglin was about to make a move, that cold voice rang out, "Stand."
Fu Jinglin, who was over 1.8 meters tall, froze instantly.
Lin Qiong: "How can we eat while standing?"
Fu Xingyun: "He's performing now."
Fu Jinglin: ...
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