Chapter 427: Find his Real Savior
Translator: _Min_ |
Upon returning home, Su Ting sent a message to Su Ci, inquiring who was trying to harm Gu Dai.
Su Ci took a long time to reply.
Su Ci: I canât tell you now. Youâll know when the time comes.
Su Ting, puzzled, wondered why Su Ci, who could now appear beside Gu Dai, still couldnât reveal the truth.
He immediately called Su Ci, but it took a while for the call to be answered.
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Su Ting asked right away, âBig brother, just tell me who the mastermind is.
Donât worry, I wonât expose this matter. We can protect Sis together.â
Su Ci didnât agree, insisting, âSu Ting, now is not the time to tell you. Just wait. When the time is right, youâll know.â
Su Ting wanted to ask when that time would be, but before he could, the call was cut off, and a message popped up from Su Ci, saying he was busy.
Staring at his phone, Su Ting felt a growing unease. Su Ci seemed to be hiding something significant.
At the Capital Hospital.
Ge Liang exclaimed in amazement, âThe Legendary Doctor is truly incredible. President Songâs recovery has been so rapid; heâll be discharged in a few days. Itâs a medical miracle!â
Song Ling, accustomed to Ge Liangâs daily expressions of shock, simply nodded.
Zhao Xuan couldnât help but marvel, âThe Legendary Doctor is indeed remarkable.â
After uttering these words, he thought to himself, Miss Gu Daiâs medical skills are extraordinary.
Song Ling pondered, then after a long silence, he finally asked, âWhy did the Legendary Doctor come to save me that day?â
Ge Liang shook his head in bewilderment, âI donât know.â
Zhao Xuan, with a flicker in his eyes, tried to calm his inner turmoil, âThe Legendary Doctor is always kind-hearted. Maybe the Legendary Doctor was at the hospital and heard about the difficult surgery.â
Ge Liang agreed, âI think thatâs likely.â
Song Ling nodded thoughtfully, âItâs possible.â
Zhao Xuan sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Once Ge Liang left, Song Ling looked at Zhao Xuan, âDidnât you talk to the Legendary Doctor?â
Zhao Xuan pursed his lips, looking down, âthe Legendary Doctor left quickly. I didnât get a chance to speak to her.â
Song Ling hummed after a long pause, âIt makes sense. The Legendary Doctor doesnât want her identity known. Itâs normal that you didnât speak to her.â
Zhao Xuan nodded repeatedly, asserting, âRight!â
He had a feeling that Song Ling knew he was lying. Panicked, he said, âPresident Song, I really donât know the Legendary Doctorâs identity. Please stop asking me. I donât know anythingâŠâ
Song Ling interrupted, âI wasnât planning to ask. Even if I did, it would be useless since you donât know anything.â
Zhao Xuan, taken aback, then asked in confusion, âThen, President Song, whatâŠâ
Song Ling, looking down, said, âI want you to find out who really rescued me from the fire that year.â
Zhao Xuan instinctively asked, âWasnât it Jiang Yue?â
Remembering what Jiang Yue had said, Song Ling shook his head, âNo, it wasnât her. Find out who my real savior is!â
Zhao Xuan promptly agreed, âDonât worry, President Song, Iâll handle this.â
He should have known that someone like Jiang Yue, who was delicate and fragile, couldnât have done something as brave as rescuing someone from a fire.
Zhao Xuan, thinking of how Jiang Yue took credit for someone elseâs actions, felt even more disdainful of her.
Wang Lan came to visit Song Ling, which wasnât unusual, as she often did. What was surprising was the woman following her.
Wang Lan approached Song Lingâs bed, smiling, âXinxin heard about your injury and specially came to visit you in the hospital.â
Sheng Xin, her hair tied in a low ponytail and wearing a light purple dress, held a smile on her face. She looked gentle and intelligent.
She said softly, âSong Ling, Iâve brought some gifts for you. I hope you recover soon.â
Wang Lan, more pleased with Sheng Xin, politely said, âYou shouldnât have brought gifts. Just coming here is enough.â
She took the gifts, turning to Song Ling, âLook, Xinxin cares so much about you.â
Zhao Xuan watched Wang Lan eagerly accept the gifts, his mouth twitching slightly.
Song Ling, unfazed by the scene, simply responded and then said, âYouâve seen me now. You can leave.â
Wang Lan glared at Song Ling, comforting Sheng Xin, âXinxin, Song Ling is just not good at expressing himself. Donât mind him.â
Sheng Xin nodded obediently, âI understand..â
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