Chapter 383 That's Ying Zijing's voice; she likes him. [1st update]
“Yes, that’s right,” Nora said. “It’s a difficult case. I checked her with some instruments and found that there was nothing wrong with her brain. She needs to have craniotomy.”
"If you have time, you can come over and we can discuss it together. Maybe we'll make some new discoveries."
Nora is also interested in some strange illnesses.
This was another reason, besides Pei Tianyi's invitation, that she stayed to treat Old Madam Ying.
Although her main specialty is neurology, she has treated quite a few patients in that field.
"Okay." The girl's voice was calm on the phone. "I'll go take a look this weekend. Could you please give me the address, Doctor?"
“That’s wonderful.” Nora smiled. “It’ll be at the First Hospital. We’ll arrange a time then.”
Zuo Li didn't give Ying Zijing's WeChat ID in the end; she had to ask for it herself.
Nora speaks English, but it's very simple, just everyday conversation.
Although Zhong Manhua hadn't practiced for many years, she was still able to understand it.
She was nervous and still unsure, so she asked again, "Dr. Nora, she's coming, isn't she?"
Madam Ying's illness really can't be delayed any longer. Although it's not life-threatening, she could very well become a vegetable.
“Yes, she will.” Nora began to unbutton her white coat, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration. “She is very polite and always keeps her promises. These days, kids are truly outstanding young heroes.”
"Heroes emerge from among the young?" Upon hearing this, Ying Zhenting frowned. "Dr. Nora, how old is this assistant you hired?"
“She’s almost 18.” Nora said seriously, “but her medical expertise is definitely no less than mine, and even greater.”
Nora's words made Ying Zhenting swallow back what he was about to say.
He had read the information; Nora held a very high position in the international medical community.
The Imperial Hospital has invited her to give lectures several times, so there's really no need for her to tell such lies.
But Ying Zhenting was still somewhat skeptical. He always felt that doctors who were too young and inexperienced couldn't possibly have very good medical skills; they might just be all talk and no action.
Ying Yuexuan's heart skipped a beat.
For some reason, she suddenly had a bad feeling.
"I'll be going now." Nora nodded to the group. "The old lady took her medicine to help her sleep, and she's asleep now, so you don't need to worry."
"Okay, thank you, Dr. Nora." After seeing her out very attentively, Zhong Manhua returned to the ward door, took Ying Yuexuan's hand, and praised her, "Xiaoxuan, thanks to you, you are your grandmother's savior."
Regardless, Ying Yuexuan had managed to find a doctor who could treat Old Madam Ying, someone who was better than Ying Zijing, which somewhat eased her mind.
Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips slightly, her face pale: "Mom, what are you saying? Grandma is so good to me, of course I can't just stand by and watch her die."
Last month at the Nie family's New Year's banquet, her hypnosis was abruptly interrupted by Ying Zijing's slap, which has left her unable to concentrate and perform any hypnosis using the gaze method ever since.
Her hypnosis skills were indeed not strong; she learned them by chance from a teacher while studying in Europe.
But it's better than nothing.
“Zhen…Zhenting…” Just then, Zhong Manhua suddenly seemed to remember something, grabbed Ying Zhenting’s hand, her voice trembling, “Do you…don’t you feel that voice sounds a lot like Zijing’s?”
Upon hearing this name, Ying Zhenting's expression darkened: "Didn't I already tell you not to mention him?"
Moreover, he even went into the entertainment industry without warning and played the piano in front of so many people.
She couldn't learn well before, but she shines brightly as soon as she goes out. Isn't that deliberately embarrassing the Ying family?
Ying Zhenting grew angrier the more he thought about it.
If Ying Zijing had so many talents in the Ying family, would he be biased?
“Zhenting, I’m serious.” Zhong Manhua’s heart was pounding. “Zijin isn’t even eighteen yet.”
“Manhua, you’re overthinking things.” Ying Zhenting frowned again. “Studying and playing the piano can be improved in a short time, but medicine? That’s just a pipe dream.”
Under Ying Zhenting's persuasion, Zhong Manhua gradually calmed down: "Maybe...maybe."
There's no way it's such a coincidence; it's probably just that the voices are similar.
"You guys go eat," Ying Zhenting said, glancing at the time. "I'll stay with Mom."
**
The next day.
Qingzhi Middle School.
As March arrived, a countdown calendar was hung next to the blackboard in each senior high school class.
There are less than 100 days left until the college entrance examination.
Class 19 students also reduced their extracurricular activities and started seriously practicing their problems.
Ying Zijing was enjoying a rare moment of leisure, as she didn't need to lecture these silly kids and only needed to supervise them doing their tests.
She was resting her head on her hand, chatting with Ling Mianxi.
【Yingying, I want to break his legs [smile]】
【[picture]】
The image shows a screenshot of a chat between Ling Mianxi and Nie Yi, consisting of just two sentences.
[Ling Mianxi]: Little Yiyi, I feel like throwing up after eating, what should I do? [Cracking face]
[Nie Yi]: Why do you feel like throwing up? Didn't you eat?
After reading it, Ying Zijing: "..."
She seemed to be deep in thought, then slowly copied Ling Mianxi's first sentence, changed the salutation, and sent it to Fu Yunshen.
He always replied to her messages very quickly.
There's a white medicine box in the small right pocket of your bag. It contains digestive tablets. Take two tablets first, then have a classmate accompany you to the infirmary.
If you really can't manage, I'll come pick you up in a bit. Tell your brother if you feel unwell.
A white medicine box?
Ying Zijing took her schoolbag out of the drawer, unzipped it, and sure enough, she saw a white medicine box.
Besides digestive tablets, it also contains Huoxiang Zhengqi Water and some common medicines, and even thoughtfully includes a few crystal candies.
She didn't even remember putting such a thing in her backpack.
It goes without saying who put it there.
Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment.
She really didn't expect that Fu Yunshen would be so thoughtful as to have considered all of these things.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
Although she wasn't full, Ying Zijin still took out two digestive tablets and swallowed them.
"Dad Ying, have you found someone you like lately?" Xiu Yu finished a set of chemistry problems. "You seem to be in a good mood, and you're full of energy."
Xiu Yu will never forget the first time he met Ying Zijin.
The girl's features were delicate and beautiful, captivating the soul.
But her eyes were as indifferent as icy spring water, calm without the slightest ripple, as if nothing and no one could move her.
It's not indifference, it's a lack of emotion.
Ying Zijing paused in her drinking: "What does it feel like to like someone?"
"Come on, Sister Yu's little class is starting." Xiu Yu immediately put down the questions in her hand. "Father Ying, I have a few questions for you. Do you like spending time alone with him?"
Ying Zijing thought for a moment and nodded: "Mm."
"When he's sick or injured, you worry a lot?"
"Um."
"Do you enjoy chatting with him?"
"Um."
"Regardless of how others perceive him, you still think he's the best?"
"Um."
"You're happy when he's happy, but if he's down, you're happy too?"
Upon hearing this question, Ying Zijing fell silent.
She recalled the time she went up the mountain and saw Fu Yunshen kneeling before a blank tombstone as the rain poured down, and her heart seemed to be stirred by something.
At that time, she was also infected by that sadness.
Even without Old Master Fu's dying words, she would still be watching Fu Yunshen.
After a moment of silence, she nodded and said, "Mm."
Xiu Yu then asked, "If he gets close to someone else, will you be jealous?"
Ying Zijing put down her cup: "What does it feel like to be jealous?"
"I haven't experienced that either," Xiu Yu said, stroking his chin. "It's probably just feeling uncomfortable. Anyway, if anyone dares to make me jealous, I'll slap them to death."
After a long pause, Ying Zijing finally spoke: "Yes."
He paused for a moment, then asked, "If everything matches, does that mean you like it?"
Xiu Yu was shocked.
She glanced around warily to make sure everyone else was engrossed in their work before lowering her voice and asking, "Who? Who's the pig that stole our cabbage?"
There are quite a few boys in Qingzhili who like Ying Zijin; enough to form a dozen football teams to compete in the World Cup.
Although all the guys who confessed their feelings were rejected, they made a pact in private: whoever actually succeeded would have to beat up the other guys who failed.
How many beatings would he get?
Ying Zijing didn't hide anything, leaning lazily against the window: "You'll see him in a little while."
Xiu Yu was even more surprised: "It really is Young Master Fu?"
Almost every day, Fu Yunshen would drive to pick up Ying Zijin from school.
But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense.
There really wasn't anyone else besides Fu Yunshen.
Having seen a man like this, it's hard to even look at anyone else.
Ying Zijing yawned, her phoenix eyes misty: "If what you're describing is what it feels like to like someone, then that's it."
"Does he like you?" Xiu Yu started gossiping. "I think he definitely has feelings for you!"
"I don't know." Ying Zijing pondered for a moment. "I don't feel anything."
"Anyway, I bet those socialites are regretting it to death right now." Xiu Yu gloated. "If they had known that Young Master Fu had such a powerful background and was so rich, they wouldn't have looked at him so coldly back then."
Unfortunately, there's no going back in this world.
As soon as the bell rang, Xiu Yu immediately slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and followed Ying Zijin out.
Jiang Ran tried to follow, but she threw a stack of five years' worth of college entrance exam simulation papers at her.
Outside the school gate, people came and went, and street vendors also came out.
Reaching the school monument, Ying Zijing stopped, her tone unreadable: "Look, he's coaxing the dog."
Xiu Yu followed her gaze.
Then I saw a man in a black shirt squatting down, leaning slightly forward.
He stroked the puppy's head with his long, slender fingers, while his other hand held a sausage, which he was feeding the puppy.
The movements were so gentle it was unbelievable.
Xiu Yu recognized the dog.
This is a guide dog, and its owner is a local resident.
The guide dog passed away some time ago, but it still lingers in the vicinity, walking the paths its owner once walked.
When Qingzhi's students see it, they feed it every day.
Xiu Yu coughed lightly: "This shows that he has a kind heart, and a kind-hearted man is the most charming."
“The problem is—” Ying Zijing bought a cup of milk tea and said slowly, “He also pats my head like that.”
Xiu Yu: "..."
Man, you are dead.
The two walked over.
Fu Yunshen had just finished feeding the guide dog.
He stood up, wiped his hands, and took the schoolbag from the girl: "What do you want to do for your coming-of-age ceremony?"
Reminded by this, Xiu Yu also remembered: "Oh right, Father Ying, you're coming of age soon, but the school will also have a coming-of-age ceremony, it'll be held together."
Throughout history, China has always placed great importance on coming-of-age ceremonies.
Ying Zijing didn't seem to care much. She shook her head slightly and said, "Whatever, I'm fine with anything."
“How can that be?” Fu Yun raised a deep eyebrow. “Our Yaoyao’s coming-of-age ceremony can’t be anything casual. It has to be the best.”
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin glanced at him but did not respond, and walked forward.
Fu Yunshen was naturally able to sense the change in her emotions.
He remembered the WeChat message, so he took a step back and asked Xiu Yu, "Is Yao Yao still feeling unwell because of her stomach? Is that why she's in a bad mood? Did anything else happen at school?"
Xiu Yu said quietly, "No, it's because you just touched the dog's head."
"..."
**
night.
After leaving the First Hospital, Ying Zhenting did not return to the Ying family home. Instead, he made a special call to Zhong Manhua, saying that there was something at the company that needed to be taken care of.
He drove around several streets and went to the suburbs.
It was a coffee shop with private rooms, and there weren't many people there at this time.
After glancing around, Ying Zhenting went inside, walked to a private room, and knocked on the door.
A voice came from inside: "Come in, there's no one else here."
Ying Zhenting pushed open the door and went in.
(End of this chapter)
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