Chapter 98: Simply More Dashing Than God

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Song Chuyi turned to look out and from the bustling crowd, he saw a somewhat familiar face.

It seemed to be Yan Changqing’s assistant from last time. Could it be…

“Stop for a bit.” He opened the door of the ambulance and walked down quickly, pushing the crowd aside. He saw the woman who had fallen and curled up into a ball. His eyes surged with rage.

“Move aside,” he howled, hitting a reporter’s camera which was pointing at Changqing on the ground.

The scene suddenly quieted down.

“Snap, snap.” Flashes landed on him.

Changqing felt every inch of her body was in pain and she was covering her face with all her might, wanting to leave the place quickly, wanting to get up quickly, but it was so viciously packed that she didn’t seem to be able to get up.

She felt exceptionally helpless but suddenly, a tall and large shadow loomed over her. She lifted her head and at that moment, she happened to see a handsome face against the sunlight. He was wearing a white coat and was simply more dashing than God, even manlier and more good-looking than when he took her place during the drunk-driving incident.

She stared blankly at him, biting her lips and almost crying out.

Song Chuyi bent down and carried her up. That reporter whose camera was damaged asked angrily, “Who are you? What rights do you have to damage my camera?”

“I’m a doctor here.” Song Chuyi’s gaze was full of fury as he said, “I know you’re reporters and want the news. Perhaps this woman’s fall and humiliation might’ve given your news a higher value, but you have to remember that as a reporter, you still need to have basic morality. When you see someone has fallen, helping her up is what a human should do.”

His voice resounded and the area was silent.

He carried Changqing straight to the ambulance at the side with a cold face.

The paramedic inside closed the door and Song Chuyi pulled her mask off. Changqing suddenly bawled out loud, burying herself in his chest.

That paramedic was in shock. Was that Northern City broadcasting station’s belle, Yan Changqing? Why was she so different than who she was on TV, crying so foolishly?

He took a look at Song Chuyi again and felt very awkward. What kind of situation is this?

Song Chuyi lowered his head, his face full of anger. “Why are you crying?”

“It hurts… everywhere hurts.” Changqing’s tears and mucus were all wiped on his coat.

Song Chuyi’s temples hurt from all the crying and he lowered his head. Her hair at the side was messy, and her light blue shirt was stained with patches of mud. Her arms and legs were full of bruises and injuries.

His expression became worse as he chided, “Are you crazy? Who let you come to this kind of place?”

“I.. I…” Changqing sobbed and stuttered.

The vehicle suddenly stopped and the ambulance door opened. A few paramedics carried out the patients inside swiftly. “Dr. Song, the operation room is free.”

“Okay.” Song Chuyi quickly handed Chuyi to another paramedic in the ambulance. “Zhu Chao, take her to the VIP rooms reserved for the hospital leaders’ families.”

He followed the stretcher into the A&E department after finishing.

Chuyi stared blankly at his back with moist eyes. His steps were definitely hasty, but how did Song Chuyi still look so dashing?

Forgive her for not being easily smitten, but she felt that Song Chuyi was someone who was dashing from inside out.

“Cough, Miss Yan. Please sit up here.” After a while, Zhu Chao pushed a wheelchair over from the side.

Changqing was helped onto the wheelchair.

On the way, she saw many crying families and her heart ached.

Zhu Chao pushed her to the ward on the eighth floor. It was clean inside with complete facilities, just like a mini apartment.

Zhu Chao brought the medicine over and smiled while asking, “Miss Yan, do you know our Dr. Song?”

Changqing hesitated for a while before nodding listlessly. “Isn’t Dr. Song from Neurology? Why did he go to the accident scene with you?”

Zhu Chao said while applying medicine for her, “That’s because Dr. Song will most likely be the next director of our hospital and everyone working at this hospital knows it well. Our current Director Yu intends to train him. Today’s accident is the most severe one the hospital has encountered in recent years and the situation is quite critical, so Director Yu sent Dr. Song to head over. Dr. Song might look very young, but he’s one of the best when it comes to clinical experience and standard of skills. Any normal doctors wouldn’t be able to handle the situation and would easily become flustered. Besides, I heard Dr. Song was sent over by the American Research Institute to North Africa five to six years ago when Dengue broke out there and therefore, he has the most experience in that aspect. Also, he’s also the best-looking in our hospital and when it comes to news interviews, he’s usually the one who does them.”

Changqing was in disbelief and hesitated before asking, “I remember Dengue killed many people then.”

“You also know about it?” Zhu Chao was a little astonished.

“Don’t forget, I work at a broadcasting station,” Changqing adjusted her mood and said, “Although I had yet to enter the broadcasting station then, I was close with an old colleague from the news department and he was also sent over to do a report six years ago when Dengue broke out. He came back afterwards and told me it was too horrifying there.”

“Yeah. Firstly, such diseases are indeed very contagious and are also life-threatening. Secondly, the military affairs in Africa then were very unstable.” Zhu Chao nodded in agreement. “However, I admire Dr. Song a lot. I’m currently his student.”

Changqing almost spouted: “That would make me your teacher’s wife,” but she bit her lip and swallowed it back in.

Zhu Chao asked anxiously, “Did I hurt you?”

Changqing shook her head.

Zhu Chao went out to busy herself after finishing up. When she was about to leave, Changqing asked, “When will Dr. Song be back?”

“Not sure, at least until after the surgery is completed. Just lie down and rest for now. Dr. Song will come over after he’s done.” Zhu Chao was actually uncertain but she still said that before she left.

After she left, Changqing quickly received a call from Wen Tong. Her tone was full of anxiousness and guilt. “Changqing, are you alright?”

“Do I look like I’m alright?” Changqing pouted. She felt reproachful in her heart but Wen Tong couldn’t be blamed either; Wen Tong only meant well for her.

“I’m sorry.” Wen Tong sounded weak and very guilty. “The chaos was really beyond my expectations. Why don’t we hire a few bodyguards?”

“…” Changqing sighed. “I can barely survive on my own yet I still have to hire bodyguards? Forget it. I’ve thrown all my face away anyway. Thinking about how Chi Yining has to sleep with such an ugly and fat person like Boss Feng, I think I already feel much better.”

Wen Tong felt even worse upon hearing that. “Do you have to comfort yourself like that?”

“What if I didn’t?” Changqing actually felt exceptionally aggrieved and also felt like crying but she didn’t want to cry in front of Wen Tong, afraid she would feel even more remorseful and be even more stressed.

Wen Tong was silent for a while before saying, “I just called Director Su and he understands. You don’t have to film today and we’ll see how it goes tomorrow. If you’re still in pain, I’ll tell Director Su. There are still many reporters outside right now, so you’d better stay in the hospital for a while. Anyway, there’s Song Chuyi there.”

Changqing gave an “Mm” softly.

“If it hurts, just act coquettishly to your husband.”

“I can’t be bothered with you.” Changqing hung up and soon after, she received calls from Yan Lei, Changxin, Ruan Yang successively to ask about her own condition. After that, Changqing was so annoyed by all the consolations that she simply switched her phone off.

In this day and age, the internet had developed too quickly and within half an hour, videos of her falling and being bullied in the hospital exploded on Weibo.

Changqing didn’t watch them because it was too embarrassing. She covered herself up in the blanket and laid down in bed. Perhaps she was too tired, so she fell asleep soon after.

It was seven in the evening. Song Chuchu was weary after completing the surgery. He washed his hands and disinfected himself, changing into a clean coat and when he came out, his primary assistant asked passionately, “Dr. Song, shall we grab a bite at the canteen together?”

“There’s no need, I still have something to do.” Song Chuyi called Zhu Chao after leaving with a cold face. “Where’s Yan Changqing?”

“In the ward on the eighth floor.”

“Have you delivered food to her?”

Zhu Chao suddenly slapped the back of her head violently. “I was too busy and forgot. Sorry, Dr. Song…”

“It’s okay, carry on.” Song Chuyi walked towards the wards.

He pushed open the door to the VIP ward. It was silent.

Changqing was sleeping on her side facing the door. Her trouser legs and sleeves were rolled up and she had medicine already applied. The blanket was stained with medicine while she slept.

Song Chuyi walked to the bedside and saw tiny water droplets hanging onto her lashes. Her mouth was pouted even though she was sleeping.

He bent over and stared at the patch of bruises on her hand, poking it with his finger.

Changqing woke up with a start from the pain and when she clearly saw that it was him, she sat up with a bolt, rubbing her eyes childishly and saying, “You’re done?”

“Just finished a surgery.” Song Chuyi stared down at her seriously. “Why did you show up at the main entrance of the hospital and even fall on the floor? Where was your assistant? What was she doing?”

“She… She wanted me to visit Guan Ying.” Under his strict gaze, Changqing became inexplicably cowardly, cowering and not daring to say she was good friends with Guan Ying even more. “Because Chi Yining also went and news of it got onto the headlines.”

“I think you also made it onto the headlines now too, but in an embarrassing way.” Song Chuyi didn’t look good and he chided her ruthlessly, “Have you ever wondered if I hadn’t gone over, how badly you would’ve been stepped on? China has the most people. Do you still remember those trampling stories? How many people get trampled to death? Those reporters wouldn’t let you off just because you’re a celebrity. They don’t care and after trampling you, they’ll still upload your ugliest side onto the web to serve as entertainment for others.”

“Enough said.” Changqing couldn’t listen anymore as she covered her ears. Her tears were almost flowing out from anger.

When she was feeling extremely miserable earlier, she kept using the fact that Chi Yining had to sleep with Boss Feng to comfort herself. Now that she finally felt a little better, Song Chuyi came to tear her face away ruthlessly.

She had a thin skin and was most afraid of throwing face and was also unwilling to recall how helpless she was when she fell with so many people ogling at her and taking photographs of her.

Song Chuyi took in a deep breath and sat at the side, watching her cry with a cold face.

Comment (1)Seanna1907

Yeah YC deserve for the scolding….she indeed stupid😅

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Seeing his indifferent look, Changqing cried even more bitterly, as though the heavens missed a hole and rain kept falling.

“Alright, don’t cry anymore. You cried just because I told you off a little.” Song Chuyi’s cold and handsome face frowned. “Your assistant is too much too; she’s not at all reliable. I think you should get someone else.”

“No,” Changqing quickly started while choking.

Song Chuyi’s face sank further. “Do you want something similar to happen again? As an assistant, she should put her artist’s safety at the forefront. I already wanted to tell her off when she accepted that kind of commercial before.”

“You know nothing.” Changqing sniffed and said, “From the time I entered this industry, Wen Tong’s been with me wholeheartedly. She might not be the best manager but these past few years, she’s been looking for resources for me wholeheartedly and never left me. Honestly, I’m not an exceptionally intelligent person and after being in this industry for so many years, I didn’t change for the better. If it was anyone else, the manager would’ve left. What happened today might’ve been due to inconsideration on her part but an artist and her assistant work together. I’m usually stupid and couldn’t get my head on straight, but she didn’t despise me, so I shouldn’t despise her either.”

Song Chuyi saw her stubborn look and sneered helplessly. “You still understand that you’re stupid huh.”

“Enough.” Changqing stared with her wet, amorous eyes. “Don’t think that just because you saved me, you can humiliate me as you wish.”

Song Chuyi snorted. “You artists are just fake.”

“Talking as though you’re not,” Changqing mumbled softly.

“What did you say?” Song Chuyi questioned.

“Nothing. I said I’m hungry.” Changqing covered her stomach and looked like an aggrieved little wife. “So hungry. Since I’m already staying here, shouldn’t you be more considerate? I’m your wife, after all.”

Song Chuyi sighed. Lately, he felt like he’d been raising a daughter.

“Sit here. I’ll go to the canteen to get food.”

He went too late and there weren’t many ribs left. The auntie at the canteen simply gave him all that was left.

When he returned to the ward, Changqing was famished and couldn’t be bothered with whether the dishes were to her liking. She ate while holding up the box of rice.

Song Chuyi picked a few pieces of ribs for her. Changqing stopped for a while and looked at the cold man beside her but felt a stream of warmth in her heart.

She recalled the times she saw her brother-in-law, Lin Yiqin, and Changxin eating, and they were always like this. Lin Yiqin always picked Changxin’s favorite food for his wife.

Changqing was envious when she watched them, always hoping that in the future, her husband would be like her brother-in-law.

But she never thought that even though her husband was very good, he would have a prior relationship with her best friend…

She would rather he treat her poorly. That way, she would have a thousand reasons to not like him.

But he would always show up when she was in the most helpless of times. Although he would scold her, Yan Lei said before that only the closest people would be willing to scold you. Those who weren’t close to you would leave you to fend for yourself.

Changqing’s throat felt sour and she said in a soft voice, “You’re so annoying…”

Song Chuyi’s handsome face darkened and he picked the ribs back. “I’m not giving them to you anymore.”

“No way, you can’t take back what you gave.” Changqing sandwiched his chopsticks.

Both of them refused to give in for a while but the ribs still dropped back into her bowl. Changqing curled her lips up with satisfaction.

Song Chuyi froze for a while and cursed silently at her. One would indeed become childish after living too long with a childish person.

After the meal, Changqing yawned and asked lazily, “When are we going back?”

“There are still a few patients who have yet to pass the critical period. I have to work overtime tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to go back,” Song Chuyi said with an indistinct expression. “Rest for a while with me and I’ll send someone to drive you back to the Yan Household to sleep later.”

“Why should I sleep with you?” Changqing turned her head away. Her ears were burning. She thought of something she shouldn’t have.

Song Chuyi noticed and lowered his head to kiss her ear. Changqing blushed and shrank lower. Her cute little look triggered Song Chuyi a little but he was too tired and didn’t have any energy. He simply cuddled her and lay down. “Sleep for a while.”

Changqing twisted her body and he pressed her down, saying in a low and husky voice by her ear, “Don’t make a fuss. I don’t have much time to sleep at night.”

Changqing could hear the weariness in his voice and laid still.

Song Chuyi fell asleep first and Changqing fell asleep not long after, lying in his arms.

On the street with the waning light.

Fu Yu sat in a Porsche at the entrance, slightly intoxicated. His assistant, Longxin, closed the door and walked over to the driver’s seat. He looked at Fu Yu in the back and hesitated to speak. “CEO Fu…?”

“What’s up? Speak,” Fu Yu started deeply.

“It’s concerning Miss Yan.” Longxin handed him his phone. It was playing a video of Changqing lying on the hospital floor. Soon after, Song Chuyi walked over and picked her up.

Fu Yu’s expression didn’t look good. He lifted his head and said to Longxin, “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“You were discussing serious matters with CEO Jiang and the others, so I couldn’t bring it up,” Longxin replied with fear and trepidation.

Fu Yu gave Changqing a call immediately. He couldn’t reach her—her phone was off.

He told his assistant angrily, “Check if she went back home or if she’s still at the hospital.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Longxin didn’t even dare to breathe out heavily, nodding quickly.

When Fu Yu recalled how Changqing lay in Song Chuyi’s embrace helplessly in the video, he felt inexplicably flustered.

What was with that doctor? Coming into his field of vision time and again. Previously it was at the dinner party and he even left with Changqing…

In the ward, Changqing woke up to find herself alone. It was dark outside.

It was her first time being in a hospital ward alone and she felt a little scared. She switched her phone on immediately and there were tons of missed calls from Guan Ying, Jiang Duoyao, Fu Yu…

Chuyi called Song Chuyi, “Where are you? When did you leave?”

“I’m seeing a patient. Since you’re awake, I’ll arrange a car for you. In 30 minutes, the Song Family chauffeur will pick you up from the ward, so don’t wander around,” Song Chuchu instructed her in a low voice and hung up after that.

Changqing calculated the time and it was enough for her to visit Guan Ying.

After changing her shoes, she went downstairs.

Guan Ying was on the sixth floor. Changqing went around but couldn’t find the ward and happened to see a nurse in the duty room on her right. She wanted to go in and ask but just as she reached the entrance, she heard the two nurses talking inside.

“Dr. Song is so amazing. Forget about the Hospital Director’s daughter chasing him around in the hospital. Now, even Guan Ying is pestering him. Dr. Song has been in her mother’s ward for half an hour and hasn’t come out yet. Say, wasn’t it just a slight knock on the head? Is there really a need for Dr. Song to show up himself?”

“Aye, you have no idea. I heard Dr. Song used to date Guan Ying. People from the hospital saw Guan Ying coming to look for Dr. Song a few times last year.”

“No wonder. Are they making up?”

“Who knows? Don’t talk about Guan Ying; Yan Changqing is staying on the eighth floor. Many people saw Dr. Song carrying her into the ambulance in the afternoon.”

“Dr. Song is too affectionate.” The nurse sighed. “Luckily I didn’t fall for him. Otherwise, I would feel terrible.”

“No choice. Dr. Song is rich and handsome and also highly skilled. Women, despite knowing that it would be equivalent to Mt. Everest ahead, would still want to attempt to climb it.”

Changqing turned away and left the duty room silently.

When she came down earlier, she was limping because her leg was injured and it hurt.

But now she was oblivious to it, as though she couldn’t feel any pain.

It was as if she had returned to her freshman year in University and watched Fu Yu and his family move to the States.

Everything in the vicinity seemed dark.

She finally understood why Song Chuyi lowered his voice so much when he picked up the call just now. The patient he was talking about was Guan Ying’s mother.

He still cares so much for Guan Ying. Is it because he still likes her?

“Chuyi, thank you for today.” The door of the ward in front opened and Guan Ying’s voice could be heard.

Changqing got a shock and hid into the adjacent ward subconsciously.

She saw Song Chuchu and Guan Ying walking past the door. Song Chuyi had his back towards her, but from her angle, she could see the trust and affection on Guan Ying’s delicate face.

Chuyi looked at their back. Song Chuyi was just a head taller than Guan Ying—the perfect height between couples.

She lowered her head and looked at her shadow on the floor. It was lonely. The rims of her eyes reddened suddenly.

“I’m a doctor; it’s what I should do…” Song Chuyi was oblivious to the person staring at him from behind as he spoke lightly.

“Chuyi…” Guan Ying’s eyes reddened and she gazed at him emotionally. “I already broke up with Fu Yu. All this time, I kept thinking about the past when we were together. I never thought that you would still be willing to help me time and time again.”

“Guan Ying, it was only because you’re filial to your mother.” Song Chuyi lowered his head and clipped his pen to his breast pocket. Images of her mother’s thin and frail appearance, as well as the injuries on her body, flashed through his mind. He could roughly understand what kind of environment Guan Ying grew up in and he sighed in his heart as he said, “Then have you thought about whether your Dad and your brother would take it lying down after you got your mother to stay here?”

Guan Ying endured silently and shook her head. “We’ll take it a day at a time.”

“Just let you Mom stay in the hospital first, I still have something on, don’t see me off. Go back to the ward,” Song Chuyi stopped in his tracks.

Guan Ying forced out a smile and nodded. When she turned to leave, she suddenly looked back and said, “Right, thank you for what happened in the afternoon too.”

“Afternoon?” Song Chuyi was stunned.

“You saved Changqing, she is a good friend of mine,” Guan Ying said, “She might be here to visit my Mom. I have known her for years. It’s all thanks to you.”

“Known for years?” Song Chuyi turned over slowly, the colour in his eyes solidified.

“Yeah, she is my roommate in University and we are especially close, not like others. She also knew about us so thank you, really.” Guan Ying’s face was full of sincerity.

“… No problem,” Song Chuyi was silent for a long while before leaving expressionlessly.

It was then he felt like he had heard a joke.

Yan Changqing was actually Guan Ying’s good friend.

Was there a mistake? He actually found his ex-girlfriend’s good friend to be his wife.

Although this is a big world full of extraordinary things, he did not want to encounter something like this too.

What made him even more furious was that Yan Changqing knew about his relationship with Guan Ying and did not say anything at all.

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