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Bai Jing then realized that Su Yue had woken up. She ignored her comments about her phone case and touched her forehead. “You’re not feverish anymore.”
She then continued, “Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I’ll go get it for you.”
Su Yue shook her head. “I’m not hungry yet.”
She pulled down her collar to look at her tattoo. She frowned. “Why is it still so swollen?”
It rendered Bai Jing speechless. She replied, “It’s just been a few hours and your fever has just gone down. It’s not like you ate a magical elixir, how fast could it take?”
“Aish!” Su Yue sighed. “Bai Jing, do you think my third sister-in-law will be furious if she found out about my tattoo?”
Bai Jing pursed her lips and replied, “I don’t know either.”
She pulled a frown. “But your Ming Uncle went overboard. How could he take you to get a tattoo? Girls shouldn’t get tattoos.”
“Many girls overseas get tattoos too, it’s cool,” Su Yue defended, smiling. “I’ve been wanting to get one for a really long time. When I’m done with school, I want to get a flower tattooed on my neck.”
“Su Yue, is it good to go overseas?” Bai Jing asked, suddenly depressed.
Su Yue shook her head and answered, “I don’t know.”
Melancholy filled her eyes.
It confused Bai Jing. “Didn’t you grow up overseas? How could you not know?”
“Yes,” Su Yue started, her voice small. “But I’ve never been out.”
She had grown up in and only ever stayed within the extremely small orphanage, which basically didn’t experience a ray of light.
So, she didn’t know if overseas conditions were good.
Su Yue looked at Bai Jing. She thought of something and asked, “Is your mother happy at home?”
Bai Jing lowered her head and twisted her mouth with a pained look. “She’s not the one with all the money.”
Her words were filled with too much helplessness and resignation.
She then quickly changed the topic. “I’m a little hungry. I’ll go get the food now. What do you want to eat?”
She immediately added, “… other than chicken wings. The doctor advised a light diet.”
Su Yue replied with an ‘oh’. Her lips curled downwards. “Get me anything then.”
Bai Jing replied, “I’ll get you a bowl of porridge and two vegetarian buns.”
She grabbed her phone and money and went on her way.
It wasn’t long after Bai Jing left when Su Yue’s drip ran out. A nurse came over with a new bottle. The last bottle was a tiny one.
She leaned her head on the headrest of the bed. She stared at the liquid as it dripped.
“500… 501… 502…”
Su Yue was so focused on counting the number of drops that had fallen when a familiar male voice sounded from the front. “What are you counting?”
A cold shiver ran down her spine. She looked at the man and asked, “Third Brother, why… why are you here?”
Yan Rusheng was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, and he had tucked his hands into his pockets. He towered over her and frowned. He acted stern as he chided, “Why didn’t you tell me that you were hospitalized? You’re pretty gutsy.”
“Bai Jing told you?” Su Yue angrily asked.
‘How else would Third Brother have known? How would he have found this hospital?’
Yan Rusheng knew what Su Yue was worried about. He bent down and sat at the corner of her bed, deciding not to scare her anymore. In a gentle voice, he assured, “Relax, I didn’t tell your third sister-in-law.”
He paused for a while, and with a smile, he continued, “You’re just having a fever, it’s not like you did anything bad. Why are you so afraid?”
Confusion flashed before Su Yue’s eyes.
‘Bai Jing didn’t tell him the reason for her fever?’