Chapter 344: Chapter 344
Song Qiao heard Xi Mohan calling her and quickly walked over to them, speaking to the doctor indifferently, "I am his wife, how is my husband now?"
The doctor looked her up and down and spoke in a calm, albeit gentle tone, "Because he was brought in time, the bullet has been removed, and the surgery was successful, but his life is still in danger. We need to observe him for one more night, and if he can wake up tomorrow, there shouldn’t be any major issues."
Song Qiao hummed a response and then politely thanked him, "Thank you, doctor."
"It’s nothing." The doctor waved his hand, "Take good care of the patient, and if you have any issues, directly contact me.
"Okay." Song Qiao didn’t say much more, maintaining a highly cooperative and well-behaved demeanor throughout.
Before leaving, the doctor’s gaze landed on Song Qiao, and he spoke in a tone that was neither warm nor cold, "Madam, if you have injuries on your back, it would be better to take care of them soon, back injuries are prone to infection."
After speaking, the doctor left directly with his assistant, prepared to handle the post-surgery matters.
Song Qiao’s body stiffened involuntarily, as she hadn’t expected the doctor to notice the injury on her back. From the beginning until now, she hadn’t shown any signs of the pain her back was causing her.
Xi Mohan also heard the doctor’s words, his gaze immediately fixed on Song Qiao, his eyebrows slightly knitted, but still, he summoned his subordinate, "Send Song Qiao back."
Song Qiao stopped, her gaze landing on Xi Mohan, her lips moved, but she didn’t say a word.
Xi Mohan also noticed Song Qiao’s unusual behavior, his thin lips parted, speaking in a tone that was neither warm nor harsh, "I hope that when Lu Jingchen wakes up, he doesn’t see you injured. Otherwise, he might end up blaming me for it."
The words Song Qiao wanted to say vanished in an instant, her face showing a hint of coldness, yet her voice remained neither warm nor cold, "Then I really do appreciate your kind intentions."
Just as the nurse wheeled Lu Jingchen, who was still unconscious from surgery, out, Xi Mohan and Zuo Yuqing quickly walked over, while Song Qiao didn’t move, and only glanced once at the man lying unconscious on the hospital bed before heading straight towards the elevator.
After such a tumultuous time, by the time Song Qiao returned to the villa, the heavy rain had already stopped, and it was also nearing dark.
She got out of the car, closed the door, and without turning back, walked into the villa. Inside, the servants had already cleaned up the mess. Yu Xia did not leave or go to the hospital but stayed to console the frightened servants. Just as Song Qiao entered the villa, Yu Xia, who was coming down from upstairs, immediately rushed toward her, and anxiously asked, "I heard Lu Jingchen was injured, he is alright, isn’t he? How is he now?"
The expression on Song Qiao’s face remained unchanged, her tone indifferent as she replied, "The surgery to remove the bullet just finished, if he wakes up tomorrow, there should be no more problems."
"It’s somewhat painful and very uncomfortable," Song Qiao spoke indifferently, "I am going upstairs to rest, and unless it’s something important, do not disturb me."
"Song Qiao, what’s wrong with you?" Yu Xia had just noticed something was off with Song Qiao, who had barely mentioned Lu Jingchen before halting, now asking her directly.
Song Qiao waved her hand and forced a smile, "Nothing’s wrong, I’m just a bit tired." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NovєlFіre.net
Saying this, she then headed directly upstairs.
Yu Xia stood in place, watching Song Qiao’s retreating figure, her lips moved, and her gaze suddenly fell on Song Qiao’s somewhat dirty, continually unshod feet, her eyes narrowing.
That night, Song Qiao slept soundly, unaware of how long she had slumbered, only remembering that she had fallen asleep on the bed right after washing up. When she woke up, it was already bright outside, the bedroom filled with light without curtains drawn. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was ten in the morning, neither too early nor too late.
Her back, whether numb from pain or otherwise, felt nothing peculiar. She ruffled her hair, preparing to get out of bed when there was a knock at the bedroom door, "Madam, are you awake?"
Song Qiao squinted her eyes, sat for a few seconds recovering her composure, then quickly got out of bed. Not bothering with shoes, she walked directly to the door and swung it open, only to see Mrs. Chen standing at the doorway, about to knock again.