Exclusively For You: Chapter 2

 

Chapter 2: Don't randomly pinch a man's waist, little sister.

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Song Li abruptly stopped and suddenly realized something.

She hurriedly asked, "Is it Mr. Sheng from the Sheng Group?" [Polite smile]

Chen Danyu replied coolly, "Yes."

Song Li stood frozen in place, as if turned into stone.

No wonder she had decisively passed the responsibility to her... Apparently, no one dared to go.

Su Tangnian saw her staring at her phone without blinking for a moment and said, "What's wrong? Did you dream about the handsome guy again?"

Song Li's face gradually took on a mournful expression. "I think... I might be done for."

...

Although there were strong voices protesting against the reform, many people secretly cursed capitalism, but in fact, they were powerless.

When they heard that it was the rebellious Third Master Sheng  who was hospitalized, a group of people revealed their true colors and scattered like birds and beasts.

Song Li had never publicly disclosed her relationship with Jin Shiwen, without any background; she was like a lamb being pushed out for slaughter without mercy.

On the night before the lamb's sacrifice, Song Li dreamt of the man. In her dream, Sheng Mu Ci was as terrifying as he was in reality. She entered VIP 901, a pure and bright ward, and amidst the faint light, he lay on the hospital bed. When she approached him without any guard, he suddenly transformed into a ferocious lion and opened his bloodthirsty mouth towards her...

The next morning, Song Li woke up with a start.

Time was running out, and she didn't have time to dwell on the brutality of her dream. She quickly got up, freshened up, took the subway, and barely made it to the office without being late.

"Song Li—"

Song Li had just put on her white coat, tied her hair back with an elastic band, and was waiting for instructions when she heard the assertive voice. She saw the plump Chief Resident Chen Danyu walking to her workstation with a stern expression.

She knew that this kind of expression was reserved for someone with a lower position, so Song Li didn't find it strange.

Except for Wan Yao, after all, she was the niece of the hospital's director.

"Doctor Chen." Song Li stood up, skillfully wrapped the elastic band around her hair a couple of times, smoothed out some loose strands near her temples, and quietly awaited her orders.

Chen Danyu tossed the medical records and report on her desk, saying, "VIP 901, Director Li conducted the examination. Go for a handover and then do the rounds."

Song Li responded in a gentle tone, "Alright."

She didn't engage in a lot of conversation with Dr. Chen and decided to personally invite Director Li to join her for the rounds, following the proper protocol.

Chen Danyu seemed to have read her mind and lowered her voice, saying, "You know who's in the hospital, right? Mr. Sheng's personal doctor has already flown to Nan Yi; we don't need to get involved. Just follow the procedure and don't bother Director Li. Do you understand?"

"Uh... Okay," Song Li dispelled her thoughts.

She understood now; when Doctor Chen mentioned "special," she meant that this Mr. Sheng had a unique status, and certain information couldn't be disclosed. Absolute confidentiality was required, even if it meant that the diagnosis report might not be entirely accurate.

Capitalism truly was the root of all evil.

Performing this charade was wasting her time for outpatient practice.

Song Li was starting to get annoyed.

Chen Danyu's last sentence was back to a normal volume, "Wan Yao requested a leave tonight, so you'll have to cover the emergency room for her."

Song Li was briefly shocked and opened her mouth.

Again?

"Replacing means helping, from experience."

"Hard work, Song Song," Wan Yao from the adjacent workstation chimed in with a sweet voice, smiling coquettishly.

...You small-minded person, I really can't stand your smug face!

Song Li forced a smile.

"Not hard."

Unlucky.

Chen Danyu, with her hands in the pockets of her white coat, spoke indifferently, "Any other questions?"

Song Li smiled, "No, do you have any?" She was sure she had.

Chen Danyu looked puzzled, "?"

"I'll be on my way." Before she could react, Song Li put on her glasses with a prescription of less than 100 degrees, held her medical records and reports, and left with a sunny smile.

She walked out of the office without changing her expression. Song Li's lips curled downward for a moment, then she quickened her pace, taking out her phone and opening WeChat, where she detailed the entire process of Chen Danyu and Wan Yao conspiring together to make her life miserable to Su Tangnian.

Su Tangnian: "The malicious female lead rejects you for two reasons."

Su Tangnian: "You're beautiful."

Su Tangnian: "You're outstanding."

Right.

Song Li felt a bit better.

Su Tangnian was adept at soothing her in this regard: "Being somewhat attractive is enough. Why do you have to be so beautiful that you can bring peace to the border for three hundred years! You, a woman, even have wisdom!! So hateful! Our little fairy Li Li is fatally charming!!!"

With the rainbow fart in place, Song Li instantly felt better.

She smiled again, hesitated briefly, then opened Jin Shiwen's WeChat and told him she was working the night shift tonight. She put her phone back in her pocket and headed to Director Li's office.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, after checking the regular wards, Song Li went to the VIP ninth floor of the inpatient building alone.

Only patient 901 was on this floor, and it was very quiet.

At the door, Song Li hesitated for a moment, adjusted her glasses, and pressed the doorbell with the determination of someone going to their doom.

Within a few seconds, the door opened.

Song Li suddenly perked up.

A young man appeared in front of her, with a crew cut, tall and slim, slightly tan skin, wearing a thick hoodie with rolled-up sleeves.

He stared at her face for a long time, giving her a strange feeling of being greeted by the Big Bad Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood.

Song Li quietly swallowed, "Hello, I am..."

"I'm Xu Yan." The young man suddenly showed a standard smile with all eight teeth, looking gentle.

"...?"

Introducing herself, she wondered if there was some new social etiquette she didn't understand.

Song Li smiled back to accommodate, pointing inside, "Mr. Xu, is it convenient now?"

Xu Yan came to his senses, "Oh... You're the attending physician, right?"

Saying that, he glanced at her name badge.

Song Li wanted to say that she wasn't the attending physician, just the bedside doctor, but Xu Yan didn't give her a chance to explain. He stepped aside and said with a smile, "That's too convenient! Dr. Song, please come in."

"...?"

The attending physician was the attending physician; there was no one else who dared to take responsibility.

Song Li returned her gaze to the room and was genuinely surprised.

This was the only and most luxurious ward in the Nan Yi Second Hospital, complete with all wooden furniture, excellent south-facing light, a brand new kitchen, a living room, and multiple separate bedrooms, like a five-star hotel suite.

There was a mobile sickbed by the window in the living room.

The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room look as if it were sprinkled with golden dust.

The man lay on the bed, his facial contours sharp and distinct, bathed in the light. His right arm was in a medical shoulder rehabilitation sling, and he wasn't wearing a hospital gown but his own black silk robe. He was reclining leisurely with one leg curled. The robe was loose, but it couldn't hide his superior figure, with a narrow waist and long legs.

It was as if a camera had frozen on the most captivating frame of a movie.

He was injured, and his eyes...

With injuries, he had both eyes closed, his expression subdued, like a majestic lion sleeping soundly on the summit of a snowy peak.

All evils fear to commit.

Song Li stood at a distance, unable to see clearly.

She couldn't help but feel the person's intense oppressive aura.

"Yuetong is such a good girl, and if you don't add her on WeChat, that's your problem. She came to check on you after your car accident, and you blocked her number. What's the meaning of that?" The voice came from the phone on the bedside, currently in a call. The woman's angry questioning resembled a continuous barrage of gunfire.

Song Li was bewildered.

Is this a scene from a rich family's hidden secrets drama? Is she supposed to listen in without any PR assistance?

Xu Yan came over and lowered his voice to her, saying, "My third brother will be able to resolve the situation quickly. Dr. Song, please sit for a while and wait."

Song Li managed a faint smile.

Of course, she didn't want to provoke this Buddha-like figure. She could only take a seat on the sofa.

The conversation continued, "Speak!" After a prolonged silence on the other end, the man finally replied lazily, "Noisy."

Song Li kept her eyes lowered and waited obediently.

This voice was truly pleasant, a deep and languid bass, carrying a sense of laziness.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to take a deep breath, composed their tone, and then said, "Where are your manners? Your etiquette? Whether you get along is another matter, but at the very least, you should be polite, shouldn't you?"

"Right, logically speaking," the man agreed.

"In that case, you're not doing your part!"

He replied nonchalantly, "I don't play by the rules."

"..." Song Li started to worry, could this escalate into a fight?

After a three-second silence on the call, the person on the other end immediately began to scold, "Are you sick?"

The man replied emotionlessly, "I'm at the hospital."

"...You enjoy arguing with me, don't you?" she retorted.

"Can I just take action directly?"

"Sheng Muci!"

Finally, the woman, unable to bear it any longer, almost roared, shouting his name loud and clear.

Hearing those three words, Song Li's heart skipped a beat.

This third Sheng was indeed arrogant. She was in for a tough time.

On the other side, Sheng Mu Ci let out an exasperated sigh, sounding as if he hadn't fully awakened, "Miss Cen, why would someone like you want to chat with someone like me?"

He seemed capable of speaking normally now, and Cen Fu asked bluntly, "What's wrong with Du Yuetong's appearance and background? What doesn't meet your standards?"

"Eight characters," Sheng Mu Ci replied casually.

"...Are you trying to infuriate me?" Cen Fu suddenly asked calmly.

Maintaining some dignity, Sheng Mu Ci leisurely responded, "She's good-looking, and I don't like it."

Song Li: "?"

Cen Fu suppressed her anger and asked, "Then what kind of person do you like?"

Before he could utter the next sentence about his dance party in the minefield, another voice chimed in from the living room, mediating with a laugh, "Oh, Aunt Cen, calm down. My third brother just hasn't found a sister he likes. He's not intentionally causing you trouble."

Xu Yan, holding a fruit plate, emerged from the kitchen, wearing a playful smile.

The person on the phone didn't buy it and bluntly retorted, "Forget it, you two are equally mischievous. I won't believe a word either of you says."

Song Li suppressed a smile in the corner of her lips.

Xu Yan: "..."

The founding emperor's endeavor was cut short halfway, and he passed away.

"Sheng Mu Ci," Cen Fu began, speaking up again.

"Sheng Mu Ci," Cen Fu called his name again, with a more solemn and heavy tone, "I'll make it clear from the beginning, Nan Yi, if you insist on going, you can go, but you must not argue with your older brother about the hospital matters. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing these words, Sheng Mu Ci instantly furrowed his brows.

He pinched his straight nose with two fingers, closed his eyes to calm himself, and in a subdued voice, he sounded noticeably gloomy, "Your own son is still lying in the hospital."

Of course, Cen Fu felt distressed, and after a short silence, she grudgingly replied, "As long as you haven't entered the funeral parlor, it's not a big deal. Wasn't that what you used to say? When have you ever put my mind at ease?"

Sheng Mu Ci, with a touch of mockery, quirked the corner of his lips.

"Alright, that's it then. I'm just like this, so you better take a break."

He spoke with a distinct Beijing accent, but it was not careless; it was slow and measured, carrying the laziness and arrogance of a young noble.

Song Li thought the last time she heard such a textured Beijing accent was when she was five years old.

"Don't try to brush me off again. You must explain yourself today!" Cen Fu was unyielding, steering the conversation back.

"Am I not going to live to see tomorrow?"

"Don't play games with me. Just tell me, what kind of girl can catch your eye?"

Sheng Mu Ci pretended to contemplate for two seconds.

"Alright, listen carefully. I like celestial maidens from the sky."

"...?" Song Li's mouth twitched slightly.

This guy was just asking for trouble.

"No, Third Brother, celestial maidens never descend to earth, have you gone too far... too far." Xu Yan couldn't bear to listen any longer and hinted that he should tone it down.

Before Cen Fu could respond, Xu Yan placed a fruit plate in front of Song Li and then skillfully took control of the situation. "Let's talk about something practical, Third Brother. Do you prefer long hair or short hair, tall or short, cute or sexy, gentle or wild, nearsighted or farsighted..."

"?" Sheng Mu Ci slowly lifted his eyelashes like raven feathers, revealing a pair of cold pupils, as tranquil as the surface of Shichahai at sunset, like an ancient well with no ripples.

"Old Mr. Li's daughter from Xie Street is farsighted."

With a nonchalant glance from him, Xu Yan habitually stood upright, hands folded in front of his belly, and inquired, "That divorced and remarried Li sister? Hasn't she already retired?"

"You know about it too?" Sheng Mu Ci replied indifferently.

Who the heck has farsightedness as a spouse selection criteria? What a silly question.

"Oh," Xu Yan realized.

Third brother doesn't like someone like Li sister.

"You both stay single!" Cen Fu was infuriated by their unethical remarks and angrily ended the call.

Song Li's sense of humor wasn't very high, but she couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle, burying her face as if nothing had happened, observing her apricot-colored flat shoes.

Xu Yan had keen ears; his gaze followed the sound, bypassing the hospital bed and landing on Song Li, who was sitting on the couch.

He began to ponder...

Sister Li, over fifty, farsighted, short, curly hair that looked dry and withered, a shrewd and playful expert, heavily made up every day with flashy clothes, a face covered in layers of makeup, and barely a trace of blemishes or moles left after numerous visits to the plastic surgeon, a fashionable middle-aged woman who refused to grow old.

Dr. Song, on the other hand, appeared as youthful as an eighteen-year-old, wearing thin gold-rimmed glasses with lenses so thin that they were probably only slightly nearsighted. Her casually tied-up black, long, straight hair was shiny and soft, and her appearance was pure with a hint of sweetness, a complete live version.

Peaceful Little Fairy.

Especially that small red mole slightly to the right of the tip of her nose, invisibly adding an enticing feeling.

When they locked eyes upon opening the door, he almost felt like he was in a plot of some immersive adult-themed role-playing game.

"Third Brother, why don't you just directly report Doctor Song's ID? That would be perfect," Xu Yan chuckled.

Completely opposite in personality to third Brother, equivalent to third Brother's ideal type.

Equivalent to Doctor Song.

Song Li raised his head in confusion, momentarily not understanding the statement.

"Get some fresh air over there," Sheng Mu Ci dismissed him without interest, extending his long legs over the blanket, and with a slight effort, he rolled over to the left, adopting a side-lying position.

Maybe his waist was injured, and lying down for a long time was uncomfortable.

Xu Yan waved for Song Li to come over, saying to the person lying on the hospital bed, "Third Brother, she's been waiting for you here for half a day."

"The doctor hasn't arrived yet?" Sheng Mu Ci asked impatiently.

Xu Yan knew he was referring to the private doctors in Beijing, "No, there are extensive delays at Beijing Airport, and they probably won't arrive in the morning. Let the local doctors take a look for now."

Sheng Mu Ci neither agreed nor refused, closing his eyes and going to sleep.

Song Li stood on the other side of the bed, only able to see the man's back.

She couldn't quite gauge his ambivalent attitude, so Song Li straightforwardly said, "Mr. Sheng's condition has been discussed with Director Li. There are fractures in the right shoulder joint and lumbar vertebrae, with minimal compression, and no damage to the nerves or spinal cord. He can fully recover, so no need to worry."

"Oh, is surgery required?" Xu Yan asked, playing along.

"Conservative treatment is sufficient," Song Li patiently explained, "but he needs to be bedridden for a month for realignment and fixation. Further observations will follow."

"So, he has to lie down for such a long time?" Xu Yan asked.

"Yes, generally, it takes six to eight months for the bones to heal to their original strength. The first three months are crucial. Although it's not severe, it's best to minimize movement," Song Li advised.

Xu Yan gazed at Song Li's parted lips and got lost in her melodious voice, as if he was listening to a lullaby, his soul gently drifting away.

"…My third brother still has a back injury. Dr. Song, can you take a look? Is it serious?" Xu Yan lost his composure, daring to open someone's robe just to hear her voice a little longer.

Bandages were wrapped several times around the man's muscular waist and abdomen.

Suddenly, Song Li remembered what Su Tangnian said last night, that third Sheng's looks and physique were unparalleled. The latter, she has now personally confirmed.

Seeming composed, Song Li moved her gaze away. "The nurse changes the dressing on his waist regularly. Don't worry, and please rest."

The scene of one man exposing another man's upper body for her to see was somewhat bizarre.

Unfortunately, Xu Yan couldn't hear her inner thoughts and continued to inquire, "So, where exactly is the bone injury?"

Song Li gestured vaguely.

However, his questions were endless, whether he was too concerned about his third brother's condition, insatiably curious, or just plain bored.

When he expressed doubt once again, Song Li scanned the room, subtly changing the subject. "Hasn't the nurse brought the back support yet?"

Xu Yan's expression immediately turned bewildered.

"If you have to get out of bed, make sure to wear it," Song Li didn't think much and touched Sheng Muci's waist, "Let me see which support is suitable, the back support or the fixation brace."

Considering that the back support belt might cause discomfort around his side wound, Song Li wanted to confirm the wound's location. With her thumb through the gauze, she just reached his side when the person on the bed suddenly gasped.

Song Li froze abruptly.

Did she... press too hard?

The big lion from her dream last night roared in her mind, and for a moment, Song Li felt as though she was about to be devoured by a bloodthirsty beast. Were the weeds on her grave already beginning to grow?

The man exhaled, emitting a low groan, his jaw clenched as if enduring immense pain.

His forehead rested on the pillow for a moment.

Sheng Mu Ci's voice was hoarse as he spoke, raising his head.

"...Don't mess with a man's waist like that, little sister."

He drew out the last syllable with annoyance, his patience wearing thin, his tone carrying a hint of menace.

Song Li was still in the same half-bent posture as before, her hand lightly gripping the area at his lower back. As the man turned his head, she dared not move.

When their eyes met, Song Li was caught off guard, colliding with his peach blossom eyes. She held her breath, seeing golden specks that jumped into his pitch-black pupils.

She felt as though she'd been injected with an awakening serum and suddenly took a step back.

The man's short hair was slightly tousled, with a few strands falling carelessly across his eyebrows. Neither "handsome" nor "wild" seemed to fully describe him. His brow was deep and resolute, exuding the noble and haughty air of a lion king. His eyes contained impatience and indifference, as if he was pushing everyone away.

However, his features weren't overly serious, with the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, as if he were unintentionally seductive.

During the eye contact, Song Li couldn't help but recall the side profile of a person from many years ago.

After a moment, Song Li gathered her thoughts and found that Xu Yan had unknowingly put down the man's robe, retreating quietly. He appeared as if he were standing in punishment.

It was as if he were interpreting the terms "minding one's own business" and "facing a great disaster alone" in a unique way!

Song Li sighed inwardly, innocently pursing her lips.

But, it was her fault after all. So, she took a deep breath and looked at Xu Yan sincerely through her golden-rimmed glasses. "I was worried that wearing waist support might make you uncomfortable... Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."

However, Sheng Mu Ci didn't pay too much attention to her words. His gaze was fixed on a small mole near her nostrils, and he seemed to lose focus for a moment.

He slowly adjusted his posture, lying on his back and turning around.

As she leaned over to support him, Song Li noticed that the thing in the pocket of her white coat was in his line of sight.

Nan Yi Second Hospital.

Resident Physician.

Song Li.

Song Li straightened her back, feeling anxious and a bit guilty, and said softly, "I'll call a nurse to check if the wound has opened up. Is that okay?"

Sheng Mu Ci didn't reply, leaning on the pillow and turning his face to look at her.

"Have you been to Beijing?" he suddenly asked.

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