Lu Shian returned to his ward and immediately asked Jiang Yu for the full story as soon as the boy arrived.
Jiang Yu did not dare hide anything and confessed everything. He was a sophomore who had fallen for a girl in his department. After a month of pursuit, they started dating. One evening, while leaving a restaurant after dinner, they were blocked by a group of people. The leader, a man with red hair, claimed to be the girl’s boyfriend. Without much talk, six or seven men surrounded Jiang Yu and started a fight.
The group were clearly thugs who fought without restraint. Fortunately, Jiang Yu had practiced martial arts since childhood and did not suffer a major loss. In his rage, he ended up seriously injuring the red-haired leader. Eventually, the group demanded Jiang Yu take responsibility, and everyone ended up at the hospital. The girl Lu Shian had seen crying in the corner earlier was the girlfriend Jiang Yu spoke of.
Lu Shian was twenty-seven, only six years older than Jiang Yu, but due to family seniority, Jiang Yu had to call him Uncle. Jiang Yu had been cherished by Lu Xuelan since he was a child. When his parents died in a car accident when he was ten, Lu Xuelan took him in. They had lived under the same roof for many years, and Jiang Yu was very close to Lu Shian. Except for the four years Lu Shian spent abroad, Jiang Yu always sought him out the moment he got into trouble.
After understanding the situation, Lu Shian contacted the company lawyers. Since both parties were injured, his intent was to reach a settlement. The cause of the incident was undignified, and as the CEO of a major group, he was a prominent figure in Jingjiang. News of him being involved in a brawl could negatively impact the Fangsheng Group. He had already instructed the public relations department to suppress the news; today’s hospital incident must not be leaked, and any mentions on news or social media had to be removed immediately.
Meng Yu finished seeing his remaining patients and performed a minor surgery. By the time he left the operating room, it was already dark. It was 9:00 PM when he brought the medical orders to Lu Shian’s ward.
Four bodyguards now stood outside the door. Meng Yu was stopped at the entrance.
“I am President Lu’s attending physician,” Meng Yu said, as calm as ever.
The four bodyguards remained unmoved until Qi Lei emerged from the room and allowed him inside.
There was another man in the room who appeared to be in his early thirties, wearing glasses and looking refined. Meng Yu glanced toward the bed where Lu Shian sat cross-legged, staring at a laptop without looking up. Meng Yu instinctively frowned. Lu Shian had changed into clean clothes and looked as though he had already showered.
His gaze returned to the other man. Meng Yu had a gut feeling that this was the private doctor Lu Shian had mentioned.
Sure enough, Qi Lei introduced the man to Meng Yu. “Doctor Meng, this is President Lu’s private doctor, Dr. Song. If there is anything to relay, you can speak with him.”
He then introduced Meng Yu to Song Yunchuan. “Doctor Song, this is President Lu’s attending physician, Dr. Meng.”
“Hello, Doctor Meng,” Song Yunchuan greeted politely. “To be an attending physician at such a young age is quite remarkable.”
“Hello,” Meng Yu nodded in response. “To be President Lu’s private doctor at such a young age is also quite remarkable.”
The words felt a bit strange, leaving an ambiguous impression.
“Did President Lu take a shower?” Meng Yu asked.
Song Yunchuan replied, “Yes.”
“He cannot wash his hair, and the wound cannot touch water.”
“I know,” Song Yunchuan smiled. “I made sure to avoid those areas while washing him.”
Meng Yu’s eyes darkened slightly. “You washed him yourself?”
“Mm,” Song Yunchuan glanced at Lu Shian, who was still focused on handling documents on the bed.
Hearing this, a storm surged in Meng Yu’s heart. He did not know how many times today he had felt this sense of irritability. He remembered that the moment Lu Shian got into his car that night, he had insisted on finding Doctor Song. This man must be the one.
If Lu Shian had not gotten into the wrong car that night, if he had not ended up with Meng Yu and had indeed gone to this Doctor Song, the person who would have had a physical relationship with him that night would have been the man standing right here.
Thinking of this, his gaze toward Song Yunchuan became tinged with an unidentifiable emotion.
“Doctor Meng, what are you doing here so late? I do not recall calling for you,” Lu Shian asked in a cool tone without looking up.
“The department head instructed me to confirm your condition.”
“I have a private doctor. These check-ups can be waived.”
“Hospital regulations. Please do not make things difficult for a simple worker like me, President Lu,” Meng Yu said as he walked toward the bed.
“I will check if there is any dislocation.” Meng Yu was stating a fact, not asking for permission. He disinfected his hands and moved to examine Lu Shian’s left shoulder.
Lu Shian instinctively dodged. He looked up at Meng Yu. “My private doctor has a broad range of expertise. His knowledge of orthopedics is very professional, not at all inferior to yours, Doctor Meng.”
“I have no control over what you do after you leave, but while you are in this hospital, it is my duty to look after my patient.” Though he was gentle and his voice remained calm, there was an unmistakable touch of dominance in his words.
With two other people present, Lu Shian, being a man of stature, did not want to argue with Meng Yu. He compromised and let Meng Yu examine him.
Meng Yu pressed and checked, confirming there was no dislocation. The sling was also properly fitted. This Doctor Song was indeed competent. He also took a quick look at the bandage on the back of Lu Shian’s head; it was dry, meaning it truly had not touched water.
Meng Yu withdrew his gaze and said to Lu Shian, “Your private doctor is indeed quite good. His bathing skills are first-rate as well.”
Lu Shian glanced at Meng Yu’s handsome, pleasant face. He could not quite tell the emotion behind the words, but he felt as though the man was mocking him.
So he asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“Literally what I said,” Meng Yu smiled thinly. “Do not overthink it, President Lu. Get some rest.”
With that, he turned to leave.
“It is hard not to overthink with words like those,” Lu Shian blurted out, stopping him.
Meng Yu stopped and turned back, asking with a smile, “Do you want to know my true meaning?”
From the moment Meng Yu spoke, Lu Shian felt like he was being manipulated. He was not the type to be led by the nose, so he said, “I do not. Say it if you want, or do not.”
“I want to say it.” Meng Yu stepped forward. Under the watchful eyes of the other two, he approached Lu Shian and leaned down, whispering softly against his ear: “The marks on your body were left by me. So I think that even if your private doctor has first-rate bathing skills, you might find it more convenient to come to me for such intimate matters in the future.”