Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 45 Is my son

Although it was night, the emergency building was still brightly lit.

Song Qingcheng pressed his still uncomfortable stomach, and his eyes fell on a pair of strange lovers not far away. The girl’s complexion was not so good. She tilted her head and leaned on the boy’s shoulder, frowning from time to time, and the boy bent his head and lowered his head. With a sound of comfort, the two clasped hands on the boy’s lap.

“Fu Xiaohui.” The nurse came out of the blood test room with a sheet.

The boy raised his hand quickly: “Here.”

The nurse said, “Come with me.”

The boy coaxed the girl a few words, and the girl slowly stood up, and the boy hugged the nurse away.

Song Qingcheng stared at them in a daze, recalling how there had been a similar scene, but it had been many years ago.

She didn’t wait any longer and got up to look for Yu Tingchuan.

As soon as he walked to the hall, Song Qingcheng saw Yu Tingchuan standing not far away talking to a young man in a white coat.

The young man noticed it and looked over here first.

Yu Tingchuan turned his head and saw Song Qingcheng’s eyes for a moment of surprise, but then he returned to normal, making people unable to discern the true emotions.

“Acknowledged?” The young male doctor retracted his gaze and asked Yu Tingchuan instead.

Yu Tingchuan hadn’t answered yet. Song Qingcheng had already walked over. She stopped in front of the two men and looked at the young male doctor. Yu Guang caught his doctor’s badge—Jiang Chi, Deputy Chief Physician, Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology.

Jiang Chi put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and looked at Yu Tingchuan, “Don’t tell me?”

“A junior.”

Yu Tingchuan’s tone was plain and ordinary, and he had a lot to say about it.

Song Qingcheng smiled and added: “It’s a niece.”

“…”

When the words fell, the atmosphere became a little weird.

Jiang Chi was stunned, and then he smiled, his gaze fell on Yu Tingchuan with interest: “Your niece? Why didn’t I know that there is such a beautiful one in private possession?”

When Song Qingcheng heard this, his eyebrows were crooked, and he smiled reservedly.

At last, Yu Tingchuan’s eyes were no longer as sad and unhappy as before. He issued an expulsion order to Jiang Chi: “It’s not that you will be on duty for someone else and you will not return to the hospital.”

“It’s not bad for a while.” Jiang Chi remembered what Yu Tingchuan had just said, he was sending a sick acquaintance to the hospital, and he had seen those medicines, and asked Song Qingcheng: “Stomach upset?”

Song Qingcheng smiled, nodded and then looked at Yu Tingchuan, his eyes focused.

Jiang Chi caught this scene sharply and immediately greeted: “The infusion room is in the innermost part. I’ll take you there. The head nurse on duty tonight has a good relationship with me. I will tell her to see if it can be vacated. A bed.”

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Because of Jiang Chi’s help, Song Qingcheng was placed in an empty ward during the infusion.

Song Qingcheng’s skin was white, but the blood vessels were very thin. The head nurse took the needle and tried it: “This blood vessel is hard to find. It will bleed if you accidentally puncture it.”

“This is my friend’s niece, so you can relax a little.” Jiang Chi talked aside.

Yu Tingchuan was smoking a cigarette by the window. Hearing the words, he looked over. Song Qingcheng’s left hand was on the bedside table, with a rubber band tied to his wrist. The arm was bright and smooth under the light, as if there were no pores. The skin on the back of his hand was almost transparent. See the thin, faint blue blood vessels.

After that, Song Qingcheng felt a slight tingling on the back of his hand, and then a chill came.

The head nurse swiftly applied band-aids to her and untied the rubber bands between her wrists. Before leaving, she habitually explained: “If you have anything to do, press the call button on the bedside.”

When the head nurse left, Jiang Chi turned his head and said to Yu Tingchuan, “Your niece has been stabbed with a needle. You, as an uncle, don’t come and care about her.”

Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette out of the window: “Are you still going?”

“Oh, I think my wattage is too bright.” Hearing the warning look cast by Yu Tingchuan, Jiang Chi said again and again: “Go right now.” After speaking, he looked at Song Qingcheng on the bed and smiled: ” I like to make jokes, don’t take it seriously.”

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After Jiang Chi left, the ward suddenly became quiet.

Song Qingcheng leaned back on the pillow, cast his eyes to the window, and stared at Yu Tingchuan intently.

There is no concealment because of shyness.

Yu Tingchuan was watched for a long time in a passive situation. He slowly put out the cigarette **** on the edge of the outer window. Then he got some reaction. He walked back to the hospital bed and pulled the chair that Jiang Chi had just sat on to the bedside table. Sit down.

“Does the stomach feel better now?” he asked.

Song Qingcheng was taken aback, a little uncomfortable with Yu Tingchuan’s sudden change of attitude. It was clear that she had turned a blind eye to her just now, but soon, she suppressed this discomfort and stared at Yu Tingchuan’s deep eyes. , Slightly rolled up the corners of her lips, her eyelashes blinked, her expression seemed a little shy: “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Yu Tingchuan watched her recover some **** face, nodded, and asked after a while, “Hungry?”

I thought he was going to go out to buy late-night snacks, but in fact, Yu Tingchuan only made a phone call. Half an hour later, after Song Qingcheng finished a bottle of IV drip, the restaurant staff also delivered the takeaway to the ward.

“A total of 158 yuan.” The staff quoted the price.

Yu Tingchuan took out his wallet from his trouser pocket and drew two hundred yuan bills to the other party: “No need to look for it.”

The staff thanked, picked up the takeaway box and left.

From Song Qingcheng’s perspective, she happened to see the photo of the mezzanine that Yu Tingchuan revealed when she unfolded her wallet. Although it was just a quick glance, she still took a look. The photo shows a six or seven-year-old boy wearing a plaid shirt and cowboy. Shorts, squatting on the lawn, holding a dirty football, smiling happily at the camera.

When Yu Tingchuan put the supper on the bedside table, Song Qingcheng took this to chat: “The picture in the wallet, is it your nephew?”

Yu Tingchuan sat back on the chair, folded his long legs randomly, lit a cigarette again, and said as the smoke rose, “It’s my son.”

This answer, a few words, is frank and unreserved.

Song Qingcheng listened in his ears and remembered the gossip about Yu Tingchuan he had seen on the Internet. He was divorced and might have a son.

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Lao Yu’s son, his life experience will slowly unravel with the development of the plot, beautiful girls only need to remember that Lao Yu has been wearing a green hat/(ㄒoㄒ)/ No more spoilers…

Thank you “nickname has been used” Mei Niu’s five flowers, it was a waste!

Lao Jiu was notified by the editor that he had passed the first round of PK, and I deliberately told you this news, thank you for your support, otherwise Lao Jiu would definitely not want it O(∩_∩)O