Xinyan clearly noticed the change in Mr. Yeâs emotions, but it wasnât her place to ask about personal matters.
After the others left, Mr. Ye looked at Xinyan and asked, "If my body receives treatment, how much longer do I have to live?"
Hearing this, Xinyan couldnât help but furrow her brows.
Before she could answer, Mr. Ye explained, "Iâm afraid my body wonât hold out until I find the person Iâm looking for."
Xinyan understood his feelings: "Mr. Ye, let me check your pulse again."
Mr. Ye cooperated willingly, extending his arm: "Han, can I call you that?"
Itâs just a name, and Xinyan didnât mind: "As long as youâre happy."
Mr. Ye asked earnestly, "Girl, tell me honestly, after you treat me, how much longer will I live?"
After pondering for a moment, Xinyan said, "Given your current physical condition, I personally believe conservative treatment would be more beneficial for you, coupled with my acupuncture treatment; living a few more years shouldnât be a problem."
Her words were rather conservative, as one cannot make absolute promises. Yet, this was enough to bring tears to Mr. Yeâs eyes: "Good, good, good, itâs enough time for me to find him. I just want to leave without regrets."
After communicating, the two agreed to start the treatment the next day at Mr. Duâs place.
With that settled, Xinyan returned to the ward to remove Grandpa Jiaoâs needles.
As she turned around, she saw He Jinxuan waiting not far away: "Are you done with your task?"
Earlier, when she was giving acupuncture to Grandpa Jiao, he had to leave for an urgent matter but returned so quickly.
Once He Jinxuan returned to the ward and didnât see Xinyan, he asked around and found out someone had come to see her. Feeling a bit uneasy, he came out to find her.
However, upon hearing Xinyanâs question, his ears turned slightly red, which Xinyan noticed: "Be honest, what did you go to do just now? Your expression isnât quite right."
He Jinxuan lightly coughed: "Nothing, come on, itâs almost time to remove the needles."
Seeing he was evading the question: "Are you feeling guilty?"
Noticing Xinyanâs persistent gaze, which indicated she wouldnât let go without an honest answer, he leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Thereâs no one familiar here, so I went to get some contraceptives."
His words immediately made Xinyanâs face turn red. She understood his meaning; being far from the residential compound and without familiar faces around, there was no embarrassment in acquiring contraceptives.
Xinyan shot him a glare and strode towards Grandpa Jiaoâs ward.
He Jinxuan couldnât help but laugh: Who told you to dig into everything?
After helping remove Grandpa Jiaoâs needles and explaining the precautions, they bid farewell to He Jinxuan and left.
He Jinxuan took Xinyan straight to the department store, as they had previously planned.
Initially, Xinyan wasnât planning to go, but He Jinxuan insisted that with the new semester starting, she needed to get some fall clothing, not giving her a chance to object.
Seeing his determination, Xinyan had to agree.
He Jinxuan spent money on Xinyan without a blink, quickly buying two outfits, two pairs of shoes, and a skirt.
If Xinyan hadnât called a halt, He Jinxuan probably wouldnât have stopped.
This drew many envious glances.
When they returned to the residential compound laden with bags, another wave of envy was expressed: "Captain He sure loves his wife, buying so much at once."
"They just got married, and heâs already spending so much on clothes. They clearly donât know how to manage their finances, such spendthrifts."
No matter what others said, the couple wasnât affected in the least.
As soon as He Jinxuan entered the courtyard, he said, "You go inside and organize things while I cook."
Hearing this, those chatting by his house wall expressed another wave of envy and jealousy.
Soon, the news of Captain He doting on his wife spread throughout the residential compound.
No matter how rampant the rumors outside, the couple didnât have time to care, as He Jinxuan showcased his culinary skills in the kitchen while Xinyan worked on a treatment plan for Mr. Ye.
However, unexpectedly, before the treatment even began, Xinyan received a message from Mr. Ye, sent through someone, saying he had a last-minute issue and couldnât come for his treatment, expressing his deep apologies.
Xinyan could somewhat guess what had happened. It was likely that there was news about the person he was looking for.