Assistant Lin saw the other party’s firm attitude and didn’t know what to say for a mont, so he could only stand silently to the side.
The ergency room doors were yet to open, but Elder Fu slowly walked over from the other side.
"Shaojin, I heard your grandmother was here just now, where is she?" Elder Fu wore a white coat, his temples graying, with a gentle smile on his face.
However, when he got closer, he sensed sothing amiss.
"I already sent her back."
Bao Shaojin turned around slowly, his face cold.
"Your hand?" Elder Fu asked with a frown, then looked at Assistant Lin beside him, "He’s hurt like this, and you didn’t even let him get bandaged."
Assistant Lin lowered his head apologetically and bowed, "Elder Fu!"
Though Elder Fu’s words were seemingly directed at Assistant Lin, they were actually intended for Bao Shaojin to hear.
Seeing that he remained unmoved, Elder Fu’s expression beca serious, "Co with to get bandaged."
"Elder Fu, I’m fine." Bao Shaojin said with an edge of impatience in his cold tone.
Seeing this, Elder Fu glanced at the ergency room door and, with a composed look, said calmly, "If you don’t co with to get bandaged, do you believe your grandmother will co rushing here imdiately?"
This statent from Elder Fu was undoubtedly a threat!
Standing beside him, Assistant Lin didn’t even dare to breathe heavily; after all, there weren’t many people who could render Mr. Bao speechless these days.
Elder Fu, seeing Bao Shaojin remain utterly still, said earnestly, "In your condition, aren’t you afraid of scaring the young girl?" With that, Elder Fu took a step ahead.
Bao Shaojin stood tall, with an aura of crisp dominance surrounding him.
Watching Elder Fu’s figure grow more distant, Assistant Lin couldn’t help but worry; if Elder Fu couldn’t persuade Mr. Bao, what would happen to Mr. Bao’s wound?
While Assistant Lin was torn, he saw Mr. Bao, his face gloomy and grim, slowly turn his head and make his way in Elder Fu’s direction.
However, after just one step, that solitary and shadowy figure began to turn back.
"Stay here and notify imdiately if there’s any situation."
"Understood, Mr. Bao." Hearing the instructions, Assistant Lin responded anxiously.
In the wide and silent corridor, Assistant Lin watched Mr. Bao’s dejected figure; it was the first ti he’d seen Mr. Bao show such an expression.
In Assistant Lin’s eyes, Mr. Bao had always been a calm and powerful person, undeterred by anything.
However, ever since Miss An appeared, Mr. Bao had been visibly changing, from initially being reticent and indifferent to now being capricious.
Could this be the power of love?
Assistant Lin sighed deeply in his heart.
As the ergency room door was pushed open, Assistant Lin hurriedly stepped forward.
Elder Fu’s office.
The nurse fearfully bandaged Bao Shaojin’s wound, while Elder Fu sat relaxed in his chair, watching the scene quietly.
After the bandaging was done, the nurse, drenched in cold sweat, retreated; Mr. Bao’s overwhelming presence made the nurse feel pressured when approaching him.
Initially, only his palm was wrapped; now even the back of his hand was tightly bandaged.
While the nurse was treating him, Elder Fu carefully observed the wound on his hand.
In the stifling atmosphere, Bao Shaojin had no wish to linger. Just as he stood up to leave, Elder Fu’s brows creased slightly, wrinkles appeared across his face, which did nothing to hide his spirited deanor.
"Shaojin, love yourself first." Elder Fu gazed out the window with eyes that seed to see beyond, "Learn from your second uncle and A/Xun. If you don’t want to follow in their footsteps, don’t let yourself beco a wreck; at the end of the day, if your grandmother sees you, even if she doesn’t say anything to you, she might vent her anger on the young girl."
Elder Fu offered wise counsel, with a complex emotion hidden in his eyes.
Bao Shaojin stood tall, Elder Fu’s words making his dark eyes flicker with a sinister light, "Thank you for your advice."
Elder Fu, seeing that he had listened, finally felt at ease, his expression softening, "The more you value sothing, the less you should show it. Having dealt in the marketplace for so long, don’t you understand this simple truth? When your weakness is in soone else’s hands, you’re closer to losing it."
When Elder Fu said these words, a touch of lancholy crossed his face.
Standing, Bao Shaojin suddenly turned, a faint ripple of emotion in his eyes, "Is this how you lost my grandmother back then?"
Elder Fu was montarily stunned.
When he regained his senses, he found himself alone in the vast dical office.
A bitter smile escaped his lips; then, he shook his head with relief and sighed, "It’s all in the past, all in the past..."
In the long corridor, Bao Shaojin walked with a swift stride, the sharp aura he exuded causing the passing nurses to avoid him. From a distance, nobody dared even to greet him.
As he headed towards the ergency room, it was the head nurse who stepped forward and took him to the VIP ward.
Assistant Lin had been keeping vigil at the bedside until he saw soone enter; then, he imdiately approached with respect and relayed An Yin’s examination results.
"Everyone leave." Bao Shaojin walked heavily to the young girl’s bedside.
"Yes, Mr. Bao." Assistant Lin and the head nurse retreated from the room one after the other.
An Yin’s pale hand was receiving an IV, and she was lying on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttering, indicating her sleep was not calm.
His gaze lingered on the young girl’s swollen red eyes, recalling his previous reckless actions, causing a flash of irritation between his brows.
He didn’t regret having her take a pregnancy test; it was his overly harsh thods that frightened the timid girl, the real source of his guilt.
In the bright and spacious hospital room, he stood upright, his eyes fleeting with hints of pain and solitude as he occasionally gazed at the young girl on the bed, seemingly lost in thought.
His breathing grew heavier, and he suddenly realized that his feelings for the young girl were increasingly difficult to hide.
Drop by drop, the dicine flowed into An Yin’s body.
In her deep sleep, An Yin felt a slight headache, her eyelids and body exceptionally heavy. In the haze, she struggled to open her eyes and seed to see a strong and imposing figure, one so familiar.
The man exuded an innate aura of nobility; from her perspective, he was looking down at her.
An Yin’s eyelids drooped as she softly muttered, "Bao Shaojin..."
In her weakened state, her delicate face bore a confused expression, and Bao Shaojin was certain she wasn’t fully conscious at the mont.
"Where are you feeling unwell?" Bao Shaojin bent over and asked hoarsely.
At that mont, he didn’t realize how incredibly gentle his voice sounded.
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