Song Chen stared at her stunningly beautiful, shy face, momentarily lost in thought.
He then turned around, walked behind the office desk, and sat down.
After silently counting to one hundred and twenty, Luo Yan suddenly asked:
"Doctor Song, it's been two minutes. Can I open my eyes now?"
"Yes, you can."
Song Chen picked up his pen and finished writing the consultation record on the medical chart.
Luo Yan put both the eye wash and the medication bag into her purse, then thanked Song Chen:
"It's very cooling. I feel much better now. Thank you, Doctor Song."
"No need to thank me."
Song Chen handed her the medical chart. "Use the eye wash and eye drops once in the morning and once in the evening. Learn to administer them yourself the way I just demonstrated, otherwise no amount of medication will be enough."
"That's alright. If I really can't learn, I'll just come to the hospital every morning and evening, and Doctor Song will help me." Luo Yan said half-jokingly.
Song Chen smiled but didn't respond.
Rather than coming to the hospital twice a day to see him, it would be better for her to go see her fiancé.
Clearly, her relationship with Yan Jun wasn't that close. If he made such a joke, it might upset her again.
With nothing else left to discuss, Luo Yan put her sunglasses back on, bid Song Chen farewell, and rose to leave the office.
Song Chen thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and called Yan Jun.
The other end picked up quickly, and he told Yan Jun directly: "Luo Yan just came to see me."
He heard Yan Jun ask in an extremely aggressive tone:
"She came to see you? Did she come to tattle? Complaining about my affair?
She just has to spread my dirty laundry everywhere, making sure the whole world knows, right!"
Song Chen couldn't understand where Yan Jun's anger came from, given that he was the one at fault.
He did something wrong, and he wouldn't even let people talk about it? How could he show not the slightest hint of guilt or remorse?
Song Chen's tone turned cold. He had originally intended to offer some words of advice, but changed his mind.
"She wasn't feeling well and came to see a doctor. She didn't tattle on you."
"Seeing a doctor? Right! That crazy woman should see one. Her brain must be broken!
Give her more medication to cure her sick brain! She's a lunatic!"
"I think you're the one with the problem! A grown man who does something wrong and then turns around and curses the girl—do you have any sense of responsibility?
Luo Yan is innocent. If you can't accept this marriage, then stop hurting her!"
Song Chen was famously good-tempered in their circle—the young master of a medical family, refined and gentle, as warm and smooth as jade.
Today, for the first time ever, he lost his temper at Yan Jun, and over that madwoman Luo Yan no less. Yan Jun could hardly believe his ears.
By the time he wanted to ask what was going on, Song Chen had already hung up.
Assistant Qian, who had made a trip to the technical department, set the little rubber wife outside the door and came in to ask for the CEO's opinion.
"President Yan, some employees said they want to—" Assistant Qian searched for the right words, "—recycle the synthetic human. Reuse the waste."
The little rubber wife's system circuitry at the back of her head had been destroyed, her database chip was scratched and cut, and the little underwear printed with the QR code had been shredded. She had been rendered mute.
But her body was brand new, intact, and still functional.
This kind of toy, specially custom-made by the workshop for wealthy families, couldn't be bought anywhere on the market.
More than one male employee had a soft spot for her. They had all come to Assistant Qian to put in a good word, expressing their desire to take the little rubber wife in.
Since Yan Jun wasn't using her anyway, rather than chopping her into pieces and throwing her in the trash, it would be better to give her a more suitable home.
He shouldn't have brought it up. The mere mention of the synthetic human sent Yan Jun into another rage.
When the little silicone wife had called his name back then, she had cried out so earth-shatteringly that it was easy to pull people into the role.
Even if she was a woman he didn't want, other men could forget about getting their hands on her.
"No way! She must be completely destroyed—split the body into several parts and throw them in different places!"
Let's see how they'd pick them up, how they'd recover them, how they'd reuse them.
Assistant Qian, who had no choice but to dismember a silicone person today, didn't dare ask any more questions and silently withdrew.
He even less dared to deceive his superiors and hide the truth by taking the little silicone wife home—his wife would definitely beat him.
Could only blame the little silicone wife for having bad luck, running into a man who didn't cherish her.
On the other end, Song Chen, having hung up the phone, was likewise somewhat surprised.
He rarely got angry; from childhood to adulthood, the number of times he'd been angry could be counted on one hand.
It was probably because Yan Jun's attitude was truly too infuriating.
Luo Yan had cried for a day and a night over a man who didn't care about her, crying until her eyes became inflamed—it simply wasn't worth it.
Just as he was thinking this, there was a knock on the office door.
"Please come in."
Song Chen reined in all thoughts unrelated to work and looked toward the door.
A young woman walked in with a gentle, sweet smile on her face.
In her hand she carried a bag of small cookies in transparent packaging.
"Dr. Song, these are cookies I made myself. They're not especially sweet—please try them. Thank you for the emergency surgery you performed on my mother last time."
The moment he saw her face, Song Chen unobtrusively sized her up a few times.
Recently he had performed several emergency surgeries and had no private contact with patients' families.
"I'm not sure which patient it was."
"It's the one in room 308. After surgery for a cerebral hemorrhage, she was in a coma for over a month, and was transferred here half a month ago."
Chen Jiaying placed the cookies on the table, her expression full of gratitude as she looked at Song Chen.
"Before, we were all pessimistic and thought she would become a vegetative state. Now her legs respond to stimuli, and she moves them on her own."
"Sometimes when I tell her about things at home, her eyeballs move too. I think she can hear me talking."
"I really thank you, Dr. Song. Without you, my mother wouldn't have improved so quickly.
If you have time, I'd like to invite Dr. Song to a meal—would that be all right?"
Even without looking at that face of hers that so resembled Lu Zhiyun, given Song Chen's understanding of human body types and muscle and bone structure, he was already certain that the woman before him was the one who had appeared in the same video as Yan Jun.
"Saving lives and healing the wounded is what every doctor should do. You're too kind, miss."
Chen Jiaying pursed her lips shyly. "Dr. Song, my surname is Chen. My name is Chen Jiaying."
"Miss Chen, your mother's postoperative recovery and recuperation will probably take a very long time. There isn't much point in her being hospitalized at Kangrui.
You might consider transferring the patient to an ordinary public hospital or a professional recuperation facility."
For someone like Chen's mother, who couldn't eat normally and needed fluid replacement supportive treatment, staying at Kangrui cost several thousand a day at minimum—several times that of a public hospital.
Judging from Chen Jiaying's temperament, bearing, dress and grooming, the bag she carried, and the texture of the cookie packaging, an ordinary well-off family probably couldn't afford the long-term hospitalization costs at Kangrui.
Chen Jiaying shook her head, declining Song Chen's suggestion.
"Dr. Song, I want my mother to receive the best treatment. As for money, my family and I will find a way. I've just prepaid a month's fees."
Kangrui is the best private hospital in Rongcheng. With a highly skilled attending physician like Dr. Song, I believe my mother will definitely wake up."
Song Chen's eyes flickered slightly. "May I ask, Miss Chen, where do you work?"
Chen Jiaying hesitated briefly, then gave a half-truth answer:
"I used to work at Shengyan Jituan, but I resigned. Right now I'm doing part-time work while looking for a new job."
"Oh." Song Chen nodded, and didn't ask why she had resigned.
"Please take the biscuits back, Miss Chen. Give them to someone else.
I don't like biscuits, and I can't accept things from patients' family members. Leaving them with me would just waste food."