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At the Imperial Capital Hospital, Duan Yao woke up once again.

Compared to the first time when I was dazed and confused, this time I was noticeably more energetic.

Just like the first time, the first thing she asked upon waking up was, "Where's Youyou?"

Besides the harsh winter, Xie Jingbai was also in the ward.

"Leisurely, leisurely."

Tsk tsk tsk! How intimate they are calling each other.

"Duan San, Duan San, you've really fallen for Miss Song!"

Yan Dong was overjoyed to see his third master wake up, his big white teeth never closing. "There's nothing wrong with falling for Miss Song."

I'm tempted to commit suicide...

After saying that, he felt a moment of suffocation in the ward and quickly gave an awkward laugh, "Just kidding, I'm straight."

I still prefer muscular, dark-skinned guys, hehe!

After saying that, Yan Dong started talking non-stop, "Third Master, you don't know, our Miss Song stayed by your side all night last night. Everyone who saw it felt sorry for her."

When I arrived early this morning, I saw her curled up on the sofa. I almost burst into tears.

Although Yan Dong's words were a bit exaggerated, they were all true.

Song Beiyou simply lay down on the sofa and fell asleep last night.

Xie Jingbai cried with envy, "When will I meet a girl who will stay up all night for me?"

Duan Yao stared at the ceiling, pausing to listen to their words, a smile slowly spreading across his lips.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open from the outside.

Song Beiyou, whom they were talking about, led Duan Yu in from outside.

Yan Dong saw the person who had arrived and said, "Miss Song is here."

Xie Jingbai looked at Duan Yao and couldn't help but tease him, "Oh, this illness must be half cured right away."

Yan Dong and Duan Yu, who came in after him, were both covering their mouths and laughing.

Song Beiyou knew they were talking about her, and felt a little embarrassed, but not much, and went straight to Duan Yao.

First, he looked at Duan Yao with his eyes, and then, in a businesslike manner, he examined Duan Yao's entire body, took his pulse, and checked the current condition of his internal organs.

She examined it very carefully, almost inside and out.

Everyone in the ward was very perceptive. Seeing this, they all turned around and left, leaving the two of them alone after almost experiencing a "life-or-death separation".

Song Beiyou, however, was unaware of the examination and continued with great focus.

Every now and then, you could hear her mutter, "Why did she wake up so quickly?"

The function is fine, but it would be better if it could rest for another day or two.

As long as the patient wakes up within the golden 48 days, it's fine; it's not a bad thing for them to rest more.

At this moment, Duan Yao's voice rang out, hoarse and languid, "I miss you."

Song Beiyou paused, "..."

Coincidentally, Song Beiyou's examination location was in a particularly awkward position at this moment.

The finger touched a spot one inch below Duan Yao's abdomen, just below his V-line.

Before Duan Yao said "I miss you", Song Beiyou thought the examination was normal.

Who didn't thoroughly check the place inside and out after the explosion?

If he doesn't speak, she might have to pull his pants down a little further later.

But for now, let's forget about it.

The atmosphere is wrong.

Silently, he withdrew his fingers and tucked them behind his back.

Seeing this, Duan Yao smiled with great pleasure, "Why aren't you getting checked?"

"Then, I'm all ready."

These words sounded like a tease or mockery to Song Beiyou, who glared at him and said, "Go to sleep."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to go to Dean Zeng to ask for silver needles.

Duan Yao had many bruises on his body, so he needed to have them treated again.

Unexpectedly, Duan Yao thought she was being temperamental and wanted to leave, so he hurriedly and abruptly stood up.

The hand still had several needles inserted, yet it still grabbed Song Beiyou's wrist without any regard for the consequences.

Song Beiyou again, "..."

She turned around abruptly, "Are you crazy?"

It was probably the pulling pain that made Duan Yao groan, "Ouch!"

Song Beiyou squinted at him, thinking it looked a bit like an act.

I don't know if it's real pain or fake pain.

Instead of ignoring him, she kindly turned around and helped him up.

He gently tilted the hospital bed up a little so that Duan Yao was sitting up. "What are you doing? Don't you know you're not better yet?"

Duan Yao sighed softly, his voice even weaker than before, "I was just afraid you'd leave."

Song Beiyou was somewhat speechless. "It's not like I'm not coming back. I just went to ask Dean Zeng for silver needles."

You have a lot of bruises on your body. I'll get them treated again later, otherwise you'll be in pain all night.

Duan Yao felt a sense of relief.

Well, he thought so.

He nodded. "Okay, go ahead."

With a reluctant look in his eyes, Song Beiyou opened the door to the ward and walked out.

Duan Yao's gentle gaze softened considerably the moment the door closed. He coughed lightly, and the person outside slipped in.

"Third Master," Yan Ge called out as soon as he entered.

Duan Yao's tone was no longer as weak as before, and his voice was much stronger. "How is it outside?"

Yan Ge bowed slightly. "My brother is handling the conglomerate, but there are some rumors circulating that the Bai Group is secretly trying to win over our senior management."

Don't worry, no one knows you're injured.

"Heh~" Duan Yao sneered, "Spread some word that I'm about to die."

"Huh?" Yan Ge was completely bewildered.

Duan Yao didn't give him a chance to doubt, and immediately ordered, "It's time for the Duan family to get rid of some indecisive good-for-nothings."

Yan Ge finally understood. "Okay, I'll go discuss it with my older brother right away!"

After saying that, he remembered something, "Oh right, Third Master, we..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of a door being pushed open came from behind him.

Yan Ge not only had his words interrupted, but also witnessed his family's third master's acting skills explode.

He was full of energy just a moment ago, but now he suddenly became listless, leaning weakly against the headboard and coughing lightly twice.

He ordered him in a weak voice, "Go down."

The person who opened the door was Song Beiyou, who was carrying a bag of silver needles.

Yan Ge looked on in surprise.

Wow, their third master is really good at putting on an act!

With acting skills like that, he would definitely be a top star in the entertainment industry.

As a result, Miss Song from their family didn't notice anything amiss at all.

Alright! I'll wisely leave this ward.

As soon as Yan Jun left, Song Beiyou placed the silver needles on the bedside table.

Without saying a word, he first lowered the hospital bed so that Duan Yao was lying flat.

Then, he unfolded the bag of silver needles, laid it flat on the bedside table, picked up one of them, and said, "Let's start with your head."

Duan Yao gasped, "Won't it hurt a lot?"

Song Beiyou pursed her lips. "Yeah, a little."

Duan Yao said, "Be gentle. Also, can I ask you a question?"

Ignoring him, Song Beiyou placed the first needle on the Baihui acupoint, then picked up the second needle, held it in her hand, and said, "Speak."

Duan Yao, "Do you still stand by what you said to me last night?"

You said you wanted to start a relationship with me after I woke up?