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 can’t tell you now. You’ll know when the time comes.
Su Ting, puzzled, wondered why Su Ci, who could now appear beside Gu Dai, still couldn’t reveal the truth.
He immediately called Su Ci, but it took a while for the call to be answered.
Su Ting asked right away, “Big brother, just tell me who the mastermind is.
Don’t worry, I won’t expose this matter. We can protect Sis together.”
Su Ci didn’t agree, insisting, “Su Ting, now is not the time to tell you. Just wait. When the time is right, you’ll know.”
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, “The Legendary Doctor is truly incredible. President Song’s recovery has been so rapid; he’ll be discharged in a few days. It’s a medical miracle!”
Song Ling, accustomed to Ge Liang’s daily expressions of shock, simply nodded.
Zhao Xuan couldn’t help but marvel, “The Legendary Doctor is indeed remarkable.”
After uttering these words, he thought to himself, Miss Gu Dai’s medical skills are extraordinary.
Song Ling pondered, then after a long silence, he finally asked, “Why did the Legendary Doctor come to save me that day?”
Ge Liang shook his head in bewilderment, “I don’t know.”
Zhao Xuan, with a flicker in his eyes, tried to calm his inner turmoil, “The Legendary Doctor is always kind-hearted. Maybe the Legendary Doctor was at the hospital and heard about the difficult surgery.”
Ge Liang agreed, “I think that’s likely.”
Song Ling nodded thoughtfully, “It’s possible.”
Zhao Xuan sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Once Ge Liang left, Song Ling looked at Zhao Xuan, “Didn’t you talk to the Legendary Doctor?”
Zhao Xuan pursed his lips, looking down, “the Legendary Doctor left quickly. I didn’t get a chance to speak to her.”
Song Ling hummed after a long pause, “It makes sense. The Legendary Doctor doesn’t want her identity known. It’s normal that you didn’t speak to her.”
Zhao Xuan nodded repeatedly, asserting, “Right!”
He had a feeling that Song Ling knew he was lying. Panicked, he said, “President Song, I really don’t know the Legendary Doctor’s identity. Please stop asking me. I don’t know anything…”
Song Ling interrupted, “I wasn’t planning to ask. Even if I did, it would be useless since you don’t know anything.”
Zhao Xuan, taken aback, then asked in confusion, “Then, President Song, what…”
Song Ling, looking down, said, “I want you to find out who really rescued me from the fire that year.”
Zhao Xuan instinctively asked, “Wasn’t it Jiang Yue?”
Remembering what Jiang Yue had said, Song Ling shook his head, “No, it wasn’t her. Find out who my real savior is!”
Zhao Xuan promptly agreed, “Don’t worry, President Song, I’ll handle this.”
He should have known that someone like Jiang Yue, who was delicate and fragile, couldn’t have done something as brave as rescuing someone from a fire.
Zhao Xuan, thinking of how Jiang Yue took credit for someone else’s actions, felt even more disdainful of her.
Wang Lan came to visit Song Ling, which wasn’t unusual, as she often did. What was surprising was the woman following her.
Wang Lan approached Song Ling’s bed, smiling, “Xinxin heard about your injury and specially came to visit you in the hospital.”
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, “Song Ling, I’ve brought some gifts for you. I hope you recover soon.”
Wang Lan, more pleased with Sheng Xin, politely said, “You shouldn’t have brought gifts. Just coming here is enough.”
She took the gifts, turning to Song Ling, “Look, Xinxin cares so much about you.”
Zhao Xuan watched Wang Lan eagerly accept the gifts, his mouth twitching slightly.
Song Ling, unfazed by the scene, simply responded and then said, “You’ve seen me now. You can leave.”
Wang Lan glared at Song Ling, comforting Sheng Xin, “Xinxin, Song Ling is just not good at expressing himself. Don’t mind him.”
Sheng Xin nodded obediently, “I understand..”