BXBX NOVEL Chapter 217: 217: In His Gentle Land_1
I then bluntly say,
“Yes! Gu Yuanzhou is inhumane! He’s forcing the Ding family into a corner. That’s not how you do business.”
Song Shixiong looks at me, then hands me a piece of paper.
“Read it when you get home! Don’t let anyone know I told you!”
“Okay!”
I get out of the car with the piece of paper in my hand.
After I get out of the car, Song Shixiong steps on the accelerator and drives away.
Wenya then runs over from the opposite side of the road.
“How did it go? How was your conversation?”
I slowly unfold the piece of paper, and Wenya leans over to take a look.
After reading it, she’s more excited than I am,
“Ayun, you’ve been with Gu Yuanzhou for so many years and you don’t even know this? I told you that everyone has weaknesses! How could he possibly not have one? Yuanzhou is done for.”
Wenya seems pretty happy.
But my thoughts are further ahead.
Because among the information Song Shixiong gave me, I randomly picked one that could indeed make Gu Yuanzhou take a hit, but it would also inflict a huge blow to Zhenyi Company.
“Ayun, why do you think your uncle is willing to help us?”
I can’t answer Wenya’s question.
Because right now I don’t have the time to consider these things. The only thing I can think of is to make Gu Yuanzhou back down.
At night, I return to Xishan Residence.
As I predicted, Ding Yinuo did not come back.
Only I remain in the large house.
I take off my shoes, lean against the wall alone…
Thinking about how to sort out these issues.
After taking a shower, I sit on the sofa alone and start drafting a plan.
Even though my mind is a mess, I force myself to calm down and face these issues.
I must at least ensure that Tianjiao Company doesn’t fall, or we will lose everything.
I work until past ten o’clock.
I feel a faint pain in my abdomen and am unable to work on the documents anymore, so I crawl into bed to lie down.
I turn off the light, thinking that lying down for a while would make me feel better, but the pain persists.
Later on, I even start to sweat profusely.
But in the middle of the night, I don’t want to go to the hospital, and just lie there.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
In a daze, I hear someone calling my name.
“Ayun! Ayun!”
The voice sounds very distant, as if it’s coming from a dream, and I don’t hear it clearly.
A moment later, the door to the room opens, and light comes flooding in.
Then the light in the bedroom also turns on.
I see Ding Yinuo come in from outside,
“Ayun, I’ve been calling you for so long, why didn’t you respond?”
He rushes to my side, touches my forehead with his hand, and his face becomes anxious,
“You have a fever! Where do you feel unwell?”
“Ding Yinuo, am I dreaming?”
He takes a coat from the wardrobe and drapes it over me.
“Let’s go to the hospital!”
“Uh, Ding Yinuo, I’m not going to the hospital, I’m not sick!”
I’m extremely lazy, I just want to lie in bed and not move.
“Don’t you realize you’re uncomfortable? Can you stand up?”
He helps me out of bed.
But as soon as I get up, the intense discomfort comes flooding back, and it feels as if all my organs are aching.
“Ding Yinuo, aren’t you a doctor? Just take a look at me, and then I can just take some medicine. I’m so tired, I want to sleep!”
“We need to go to the hospital for a check-up first, we can’t just take medicine”
Seeing that I seem to be unable to walk, Ding Yinuo picks me up, cradles me in his arms, and walks out of the hall.
I am aching a lot and clutch at my abdomen, looking like a wounded little kitten.
The night sky is bitingly cold.
The deep indigo expanse is limitless, with no moon, only a scattering of stars.
He carries me into the car, then lays me down on the rear seat. He bends down to ask me, his voice soft and gentle, as if he is coaxing a child.
“Ayun, tell me where it hurts. I’ll massage it for you!”
“Here!”
I point to my lower left abdomen with difficulty.
His warm fingers, acting like a magically soothing wand, melt away the pain wherever they touch.
After a few minutes, the pain gradually subsides.
Being so close to him, I notice beads of sweat forming on his forehead from his anxiety.
“How about now?”
“Well, I’m much better. Ding Yinuo, I’m really fine. Don’t think of me as so weak. I actually…”
“Good girl, don’t talk! Save your strength, just lie there for now, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
He then takes out a tympanic thermometer, wipes it under my arm, and also brings out a cushion to put under my waist.
“Let’s measure your temperature! I’m going to drive, hang in there for a bit, we’ll be at the hospital soon.”
Only then do I realize the sense of security that comes from being with a doctor.
My stomach doesn’t hurt as much.
I quietly lie on the back seat, and as the car sways, so do my thoughts.
Half an hour later, the car stops;
Ding Yinuo carries me out and then rushes into the emergency room.
Blood tests, check-ups; Ding Yinuo is with me the whole time.
After ten or so minutes, the results return.
Ding Yinuo looks at the report and turns to me, “Appendicitis!”
“Do I need to have surgery?”
I am a bit scared of surgery.
“We will try to avoid surgery, let’s go, I’ll help you get set up on an IV!”
I trust what Ding Yinuo says since he is comforting me, I start to calm down a bit.
All the while I’m on the IV, he sets it up himself while the nurse by his side looks at him with envy.
“Dr. Ding, you’re so skilled! Your injection technique is even higher than our head nurse!”
Everyone at the City First Hospital still recognizes Ding Yinuo.
Indeed, it doesn’t hurt at all when he administers the injection.
After setting up the IV for me, he goes and gets some warm water, and puts a cooling patch on my forehead.
Actually, after being hooked up to the IV, I feel the pain slowly fade away, and the discomfort caused by the fever also gradually subsides.
“Ding Yinuo, why did you come back so late?”
“I was worried about you. I originally planned to come back and check on you then leave! Who would have thought you were sick! You’re so silly, you didn’t even think of going to a doctor when you had a fever!”
“Uh, I thought it wasn’t a big deal, it’s not a serious illness!”
“Don’t tough it out, small illnesses can become big ones!”
He sits next to me, holding my hand, gently talking to me.
“I’ll watch the IV drip for you, sleep for a bit! Sleep can help your body recover faster!”
“Yinuo, how’s your mother doing?”
I originally meant to mention the passing of Ding Yuan’s father and console him a bit.
Unexpectedly, he is very calm, and it’s me who feels a bit awkward.