reignition

"What?" Jiang Mian didn't even realize what Lu Bozhou was saying at first.

Her eyes widened in surprise for a few seconds, as if she had just realized something, and a look of sudden understanding spread across her eyes.

Along with these emotions came a deep sadness and a sense of helplessness.

Jiang Mian shook her head. "I don't know."

It seems this man suspects she knows there's a gap between the compressor's pressure plates.

So you deliberately used this self-inflicted injury ruse?

"So you knew that your hands might be crushed into a pulp, but you still saved Lu Chaochi."

Lu Bozhou's voice carried a hint of solemnity, "Why?"

Why exactly?

No matter how you look at it, it's far-fetched.

Who would save someone knowing their hand might be crushed into a pulp?

Heroes do exist.

But that in itself is incredible.

Given Lu Bozhou's personality and experience, he would instinctively suspect that there might be a deeper purpose behind this.

When Jiang Mian heard his words, her heart sank.

He just doesn't believe her.

"What else could it be? He's only five years old!" Jiang Mian stared at him with bloodshot eyes. "How could I watch his hand being pinned down there? How could I?! How could you?!"

Lu Bozhou frowned slightly. "I am his father."

He cannot be in a normal psychological state.

"I am...!" Jiang Mian bit her tongue hard, and the taste of blood filled her mouth.

I managed to hold back the words that almost got out of control because of my emotions.

Jiang Mian took a deep breath. "Because I am a good person. Ordinary people might sacrifice themselves for the weak. Hasn't President Lu ever met a good person in his life?"

Upon hearing Jiang Mian's words, Lu Bozhou's eyes darkened.

"Good people?" he murmured, as if to himself. "Good people are all dead."

Song Xu tried to smooth things over, saying, "Alright, alright, Jiang Mian is still injured."

"Let's not talk about emotions right now," Song Xu pulled Lu Bozhou aside and whispered to him, "Come with me to my office first!"

Lu Bozhou glanced at him sideways, showing no sign of refusal.

He turned and walked out of the ward.

Song Xu looked at Jiang Mian and said, "Jiang Mian, you should rest first. I'll have the nurse come and reapply the medicine and bandages for you later."

Jiang Mian didn't understand why she needed to change the dressing again, but when she looked down, she saw that the gauze on her finger was already seeping blood.

"Thank you Dr. Song."

You're welcome. Get some rest and don't overthink it.

Song Xu then left the ward.

As soon as I went outside, I saw Lu Bozhou standing in the corridor, leaning against the wall with his head down.

"Your condition is becoming increasingly difficult to control?" Song Xu frowned. "Do you want to go see Teacher Xia?"

"No need, just prescribe some medicine for me, prescribe more, don't be so stingy every time, do you think I can't afford to pay you?"

Lu Bozhou lowered his eyes, looking somewhat casual.

Song Xu glared at him. "You wish! Don't try to trick me with your schemes. Finish eating before you open it!"

Lu Bozhou's lips twitched slightly, but there was no laughter in his voice. "Then let's change the medicine."

"Why? What are the adverse reactions and side effects?" Song Xu asked.

Lu Bozhou paused for a moment, seemingly pondering or hesitating, "After eating it, it seems..."

He turned to look at Song Xu, “...I can’t get it up.”

Song Xu's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?! Why didn't you say so sooner?"

“I hadn’t noticed it before,” Lu Bozhou said calmly.

Compared to Song Xu's thrilling experience, he seemed quite calm.

But Song Xu sensed something was wrong when she heard him say that. "Wait a minute. Are you saying it's not okay with everyone, or is it just that it's not okay with certain people sometimes?"

Lu Bozhou thought for a moment, "The latter."

"That's because you look down on others! Don't blame the side effects of the medication!"

Lu Bozhou neither agreed nor disagreed with these words, and followed Song Xu to his office.

They've already walked quite a distance.

Song Xu heard him say calmly, "Have her hand re-bandaged."

"You don't need to tell me. It's already been arranged," Song Xu said.

After taking the medicine, he left Song Xu's office and headed towards the VIP ward at the back.

The atmosphere in the ward was quite harmonious.

Lu Hong and Yan Ke treated Lu Chaochi quite well.

One was peeling fruit for him with a smile, while the other was playing a jigsaw puzzle with him.

When they saw Lu Bozhou come in, they all looked at him.

"You're here? How did things go?" Lu Hong asked.

"No need to bother," Lu Bozhou said calmly.

Yan Ke's tone was somewhat reproachful, "You didn't even come to the hospital to spend more time with the child! You clearly know that he needs you the most right now!"

Lu Bozhou glanced at her indifferently, but did not answer.

Lu Chaochi's face was still a little pale. He was quite frightened this time and was even a bit stressed. He had been running a low-grade fever.

Upon seeing Lu Bozhou approaching, he rushed over and grabbed his leg.

"Daddy, how is Mianmian? How is she?!"

He was furious; they wouldn't tell him anything about Mianmian.

He tried calling her, but couldn't get through.

Lu Chaochi keeps thinking about that terrible scene, and he's worried to death!

So she eagerly awaited her father's arrival so she could ask him about Mianmian's condition.

Although Lu Chaochi disliked his father, thinking that his father was a nuisance who attracted flies and mosquitoes...

However, this jerk of a father either doesn't answer you at all, or if he does, he doesn't consider whether you're old enough to accept the facts.

That's very straightforward.

So when he asked, bewildered, where his mother had gone...

Dad didn't even try to embellish the facts; he didn't say she went to heaven, or that she became an angel or a star.

The answer is concise and clear.

It died, because it died when it gave birth to you.

He used to hate his father's bluntness countless times.

But at this moment, it seems that he can only rely on his father's straightforwardness.

Lu Bozhou looked down at the child's big, round eyes, which were clear and bright.

"His hand is broken."

With just those three words, Lu Chaochi's eyes began to well up with tears, and his nose immediately turned red.

Lu Bozhou seemed to sigh silently, then added three more words, "It can be cured."

"Really?!" Lu Chaochi's eyes were still wet with tears, but his eyes were already filled with surprise.

"Mm," Lu Bozhou replied calmly.

Lu Chaochi thought for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "Then, can I go see her? She saved me! I want to see her."

“She came to see you,” Lu Bozhou replied, then gestured with his chin to the side, “Go wait next door for a while, I need to talk to them.”

Lu Chaochi didn't refuse or hesitate, and went immediately.

He knew that if his father said that, as long as he obeyed, his father would probably agree to his wish.

Lu Chaochi quickly went to the small living room next door to watch TV.

Only Lu Bozhou and his parents remained in the ward.

With Lu Chaochi gone, Lu Hong and Yan Ke couldn't hide their expressions.

"Make her leave right now! Do you hear me?!"

"Are you crazy to keep someone with such malicious intentions around Xiao Chi?!"