Reborn in the 80s, G Chapter 29 Zhao Lao

Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Zhao Lao

When Si Chen returned ho, Tong Yao was sitting on the bed reading dical books. Being alone at ho bored her, so she picked up a few dical books that were laying around. They contained a lot of information about ergency care, and Tong Yao was fascinated by it. She only realized she had been reading for over half an hour when Si Chen walked in.

What surprised Tong Yao even more was that Si Chen had read all these dical books, and had even taken notes on so of them.

"Do you like to read?" Si Chen closed the door casually as he walked into the room, asking softly, "There are a few more books in the office. If you like reading, I can bring them ho for you tomorrow."

"Sure!" Tong Yao agreed readily. She had nothing much to do without any TV, and reading could help increase her knowledge.

Si Chen’s gaze fell on her still damp hair, "Have you showered?"

Tong Yao, sensing the underlying aning in his question, glanced at the dirty clothes in the basin and admitted sowhat awkwardly: "My arm is still hurting a bit, so you’ll have to help

wash my clothes for a couple more days. Once my arm feels better, I’ll do it myself."

Even with a thick skin, Tong Yao felt sowhat embarrassed to keep on asking him to wash her clothes. After all, he worked all day and got tired, and while they might be married in na, they weren’t really a couple, and he had no obligation to do such things for her.

Seeing her misunderstanding, Si Chen didn’t explain further, but said lightly, "Your hair is long, and if you keep it wet for too long while using a fan, you could get a headache. We should buy a hairdryer tomorrow."

Tong Yao thought: Here he goes again, asking her to spend more money?

Was he really so generous, or was he trying to make her look like a spendthrift, ruining her reputation and forcing her to leave out of sha?

It wasn’t that Tong Yao thought too much, but that she felt Si Chen was too kind to her, to the point it seed unreal.

They had never t before and had no emotional ties. Having only lived together for a few days, it wasn’t as if they had developed feelings over ti. Moreover, this guy still had an old fla in his heart.

Well, whatever his motives, she was going to buy the hairdryer; after all, he was the one who had suggested it.

"I’m quite straightforward," she said. "If you ask

to buy it, I’ll definitely go out and buy it tomorrow."

Observing her eyes darting around, aware that she was scheming sothing, Si Chen smirked and didn’t call her out on it. He bent down to pick up the vegetables by the wall and headed to the kitchen. Soon, the scent of food filled the hallway. This made Tong Yao’s hunger pangs intensify. Recalling that there was still sothing critical to handle, she walked to the kitchen door and asked, "Is there any paper here?"

The contract was yet to be written, and she would need it for tomorrow morning. Now would be a good ti to write it.

The kitchen smoke was slightly suffocating. Squinting slightly, Si Chen replied, "Yes, in the drawer."

Tong Yao was srized by the scene, the smoke giving Si Chen a subtle air of mystery that made it hard for her to look away. Sensing her gaze on him, Si Chen turned and asked quizzically, "What’s up?"

Regaining her composure, Tong Yao stuttered, "No, um... I’ll go check the drawer."

Damn it, she thought, embarrassed, caught off guard by his good looks.

Indeed, there was a pen and a new notebook in the drawer. Tong Yao tore off a piece of paper and wrote down so of the major lease agreents. Upon checking and finding no errors, she smiled with satisfaction. Just then, Si Chen walked in, and she quickly hid the paper and pen in the drawer.

"Let’s eat."

Si Chen unfolded the table, rotated the fan towards it, and then brought the dishes from the kitchen. The two of them ate around the small table, creating an unusually warm atmosphere. After a few bites, Tong Yao thought about her argunt with Li iyu and asked Si Chen with her big innocent eyes.

"Doctor Si, everyone in the hospital now knows that you’ve found a wife who is lazy and loves shirking work, a hot-tempered slob. They all laugh at you behind your back, what do you say to that?"

Rather than waiting for the rumors to reach Si Chen’s ears, she thought it better to tell him herself.

Si Chen paused for a mont before asking, "Doctor Si?"

She was used to calling him as such in their interactions as colleagues, and patients would as well. Although Si Chen was used to the na, hearing his wife call him that felt sowhat unusual.

Tong Yao blinked, "Is there sothing wrong with this address?"

"It’s too formal." Si Chen pointed his dissatisfaction directly.

Too formal?

Wasn’t it just fine?

However, since Si Chen had ntioned it, she supposed she should change her form of address. It would be odd to call him Brother Chen, so what should she call him instead?

After so thought, Tong Yao tentatively asked, "Can I call you Ahchen from now on?"

Si Chen pressed his lips in response, giving a sound of approval to the nickna. His father had called him that when he was alive, and hearing it again stirred a strange feeling within Si Chen, as if he were drinking from a mountain spring, cool and refreshing.

"You haven’t answered my question yet," Tong Yao brought the conversation back to the topic, "Here’s what people are saying behind your back, what do you think?"

Si Chen remained silent, seemingly considering the question. After a while, he actually responded, "The terms lazy, work-shirking, and slob aren’t accurate. As for being hot-tempered, I wouldn’t say so. Spicy, yes, a little."

Tong Yao felt gratified by the first part of his response, but was taken aback by his last comnt, "How am I spicy? I’m a very gentle and kind person... never mind, people can say what they want! After all, I can’t cover all those mouths with my two hands."

She had wanted to assert that she was a gentle person, but she felt guilty halfway through. Neither her nor her predecessor was gentle, it’s better not to boast about it.

"Right," Si Chen nodded, his black eyes filled with a hint of amusent, "This is just fine."

Once they finished eating, Si Chen cleaned up the dishes and went downstairs with his change of clothes to take a bath. A group of won were standing next to the sinks, washing clothes. Seeing Si Chen, they began to tease him.

"Doctor Si, are you washing clothes again today?"

"Doctor Si, your wife has been here for two or three days, why doesn’t she go out? We haven’t seen her."

"You won just love to gossip. Who washes the clothes and who goes out or doesn’t, it has nothing to do with you," a voice interrupted the won’s chatter.

The person talking was Zhao Dongqing, a renowned senior physician in the hospital. Now over sixty years old, he had worked in the hospital for more than thirty years. Despite reaching retirent age, his dical skills were so good that the hospital had retained him to continue treating patients. Many ca to the hospital just to see him. Everyone in the hospital respected him as "Old Zhao".

As soon as he spoke, the won wisely shut up. They could joke around Si Chen, but they couldn’t utter a word around Zhao Dongqing.

You might not know the dean in the hospital, but you couldn’t not know about Zhao Dongqing.

Everyone in the hospital knew that Zhao Dongqing was a skilled doctor who, despite his age, was still working, not for the money, but for finding a successor. He desired to pass on his decades of dical knowledge and clinical experience to his disciples. He hadn’t found anyone suitable over the years, but he treated Si Chen well. He often discussed patient conditions with Si Chen and cherished him as a beloved grandson.