Chapter 36

It was almost noon. After Yuan Ling finished seeing the last patient, she saw the nurse slowly moving in with Li Qingyao.

"How did you do it?" Yuan Ling asked.

"I twisted it accidentally." Li Qingyao replied, "It's all thanks to you, Doctor Yuan. It would be great if I could walk briskly in one day and run fast in two days."

"You really are a dreamer." Yuan Ling squatted in front of her and saw the mud on her ankle. She took a pair of medical gloves from the side and put them on with disgust. She picked up her ankle and looked at it. She asked her to move it and pinched it, which made Li Qingyao scream in pain.

"It's okay, no bones are hurt." Yuan Ling had learned bone setting and massage from an old Chinese doctor before, and her technique was very skilled. While instructing her apprentice on some things, she began to massage the meridians. Only when Li Qingyao burst into tears did she let go of her legs and said, "Okay, think about it quickly. I will prescribe you some foot soaking medicine and oral decoctions, and some ointments to apply. It's a multi-pronged approach. You know how to use them, and you will be mostly healed in a few days. Remember, don't mistake the foot soaking medicine for decoctions."

"...Can we not talk about this anymore?"

Yuan Ling's apprentice brought over two meals, and the mother and daughter ate while chatting.

"Then you'll be living at home these days?" Yuan Ling asked, "Your feet can't climb stairs." Her house has an elevator.

"it is good."

Yuan Ling picked up some food in the lunch box with her chopsticks but didn't put it into her mouth. Instead, she asked, "Was it Chen Pu who sent you here just now?"

"Yeah." Li Qingyao ate without even raising his head.

Yuan Ling sighed and said, "Next time, ask him to come to your house and sit down."

"He didn't dare."

"It's not easy for him. He has been outside my clinic many times in the past few years, but he just won't come in. What a silly boy. Jincheng's matter is not his responsibility. On the contrary, we should thank him a lot."

"Everyone understands this. You can talk to him. What's the point of talking to me?"

Yuan Ling took a bite of food and calmly looked at Li Qingyao's expression, which was very calm, without any shyness or spring in a girl's heart. Yuan Ling said calmly: "Chen Pu is your superior now. We have watched this child grow up. He is handsome and healthy - I have felt his pulse many times before. He has a good mind, is smart and motivated, and has a soft heart. He and our family are very predestined. You don't have a boyfriend anyway, do you want to consider it?"

"Not considering it." Li Qingyao answered quickly.

"why?"

Li Qingyao said with a grin, "He's too old, and a little dark."

Yuan Ling: “…”

"How old is he? Five years old is not old at all! He's just right!" Yuan Ling felt that her aesthetic sense was insulted. "He's not dark, and you don't know how white he was before, it was all from the sun. He will definitely get whiter in the future. Look at his figure and face. He's an honest rich second-generation. In the future, if you tell him to go east, he won't dare to go west. He's such a good partner that it's hard to find even with a lantern!"

Li Qingyao finished eating, closed the lunch box, and smiled: "Mom, don't worry about what happens between him and me. I know what I am doing."

Yuan Ling was a little discouraged, but she would never give up: "If you don't like Chen Pu, I recently met a few newly graduated doctors of traditional Chinese medicine. They are all very professional. One of them is pretty, with only a few acne and is a very good person. Would you like to consider her?"

"Thank you, no."

Afraid that her mother would urge her to find a boyfriend again, Li Qingyao immediately took a taxi back to the bureau.

Yuan Ling stood in front of the window, watching his daughter go away. The apprentice next to him smiled and advised: "Master, Yaoyao is so beautiful and excellent. She is only 24 years old this year. Don't worry."

"I'm not in a hurry to have a grandchild. Her father and I haven't retired yet. I just..."

"what?"

Yuan Ling sighed tenderly and helplessly, and said, "I just want to see someone close to her to accompany her. This child is so miserable. I have already lost one child, and I just hope this one can live safely and happily."

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When Li Qingyao arrived at the company, everyone in the team was busy. Someone saw that her ankle was wrapped in a bandage and smelled strongly of ointment, and asked a few questions. Li Qingyao brushed it off lightly and sat down to immerse herself in work.

Chen Pu was away the whole afternoon, saying that he was called away by the detachment to attend a coordination meeting.

As dusk fell, most of the team members had left. Li Qingyao stretched himself and was about to go downstairs when Chen Pu called: "I just finished my work. Are you still in the office?"

"Here, what's wrong?"

"Take the elevator down by yourself. My car is downstairs."

Chen Pu went to the Municipal Bureau for a meeting and drove back in a hurry to pick up Li Qingyao. He was afraid of being seen and gossiped, so he secretly parked the car in the yard, in a corner behind a big tree. Seeing Li Qingyao coming out with a single crutches, moving step by step, he subconsciously wanted to open the door to pick her up, but he held back. He couldn't carry her downstairs at the office, so it didn't matter whether he got out of the car or not.

He watched Li Qingyao walk to the car, open the back door, and throw the crutches in. He slowly let go of the breath he had been holding in his chest and said, "Get in the car slowly."

Li Qingyao sat down, closed the door, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Chen Pu looked at her in confusion and said, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going home."

Li Qingyao was surprised. After all, it only took five to eight minutes to walk from the office to their two buildings. But the child had such a good sense of service. Boss Li was very satisfied and leaned back in his chair: "Thank you, you are really considerate."

Chen Pu started the car and smiled: "Are you planning to jump back? It's just a matter of convenience."

He stepped on the accelerator and arrived downstairs of her building.

Li Qingyao originally planned to take some clothes and stay at her parents' house for a few days, come to work early every day, and ask her father to drive her there.

Chen Pu parked the car, walked around to her, and squatted down with a calm expression: "Go ahead, what else can you do, it's the sixth floor."

Li Qingyao almost jumped onto his back. If he hadn't been steady, he would have been knocked over by her. She chuckled, and he supported her steadily with both hands, stood up, and also laughed, saying, "This jump is really no different from a wild boar hitting a tree."

The first time Li Qingyao was confronted by him, he didn't know how to fight back.

Chen Pu asked her to put the crutches under his armpits and walked up the stairs slowly.

The thick dusk was like a paintbrush, painting the horizon layer by layer. The corridor was bright and dark, and the sensor lights on the next floor were on. Every step of the stairs was very old, many of them had gaps, the wall paint was mottled and peeling, and the slightly intact walls were covered with small advertisements. Chen Pu didn't speak, and she didn't speak either, but she felt that time at this moment seemed to have become old and slow.

When they arrived at the door of her house, Chen Pu put her down and Li Qingyao put on a fake smile: "Would you like to come in and have a cup of coffee?" God knows where the coffee came from in her house.

Chen Pu snorted lightly, not bothering to say any nonsense to refuse. He just put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked, "What time do you leave for work tomorrow?"

Li Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Usually it's 7:."

Chen Pu nodded: "I'll be here on time at 7:." Then he hurried downstairs.

After Li Qingyao entered the house, she thought it was okay. Her foot would heal in a few days anyway. She was too lazy to move back home, so she called her mother and told her that she would not be moving back. Yuan Ling asked, "How do you go up and down the stairs?"
Li Qingyao was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "The leader of my unit felt sorry for me because of my lame leg, so he asked me to sleep in the duty room for the next few days so that I don't have to go up and down the stairs, which is more convenient."

Only then did Yuan Ling feel relieved.

After hanging up the phone with Yuan Ling, Li Qingyao felt that Chen Pu owed her again - she had lied to her mother for him, okay? What a great sacrifice, she sacrificed her integrity and character.

So I felt itchy again, so I sent a text message to Chen Pu, thought about it, and said: [I suggest you exercise for an extra hour every day these days, so that you can carry me. ]

Chen Pu was ordering takeout when he saw the message. He smiled contemptuously and replied: [I need it? I can hold you with one hand...] When he got to this point, he realized that it was inappropriate and his words were a bit too much. He stared at this sentence for a few seconds, deleted it all, and changed it to: [I can still carry you even if I hang two sandbags on my body.]

After reading it, Li Qingyao chuckled and threw the phone aside.

After Li Qingyao quickly took a shower and picked up his phone, he found two more WeChat messages.

It was sent by Ma Junhong, my high school classmate who I hadn’t contacted for seven years.

Ma Junhong is a native of Xiangcheng. His family owns two factories, so he is considered a wealthy second-generation. When he was in high school, he was a lively person with average grades, many friends, enthusiastic and righteous, and a very emotional person. At that time, Li Qingyao had a good relationship with him. Ma Junhong attended a private undergraduate school in college, and it is said that he returned to work as a deputy factory director after graduation.

In the past few years, Ma Junhong had called for several dinner and drinking parties in the class group, but Li Qingyao had never been there, and he had never @ed her. The two of them treated each other as air.

But today, he sent two private messages in a row.

[At 6 o'clock tomorrow night, classmates in Xiangcheng will have dinner together. Will you come? ]

【Luo Huaizheng has come to Xiangcheng, let's welcome him. 】

Luo Huaizheng was Ma Junhong's best brother back then.

Li Qingyao held the phone for a long time, looked up at the dark night outside the window, with no expression on his face.

After a while, she replied: [I'll come.]

All the manuscripts in my archives have been cleared. I’m not sure if I can update it by 12 noon tomorrow. If not, I’ll check it out at 8 pm.