mesbooks Chapter 123 Late-night Emergency Call
Chapter 123 Late-night Emergency Call
Watching the bus gradually disappear into the night, Fu Ruoshi's playful expression instantly turned serious.
He turned around and waved, and the bus driver accelerated and slowly stopped beside him.
Fu Ruoshi got on the bus and said, "Follow the bus in front."
"Okay Mr. Fu."
"Stay away, don't lose her, and don't let her find you." He reminded again.
"Okay, I understand."
There was silence all the way.
The air in the car was filled with a faint sense of depression.
Fu Ruoshi sat in the back seat, watching the brightly lit European-style buildings recede one by one, his eyes always fixed on the bus in front.
Wen Zhixia was sitting in the back row, and he could vaguely see the back of her hairy head.
About twenty minutes later, Fu Ruoshi asked the driver to stop slowly until he saw Wen Zhixia get off the bus and walk into the residential complex. He got off the bus and watched her enter the corridor from a distance, watching the lights in the corridor light up one by one.
Only after confirming that she had entered the house did Fu Ruoshi finally let go of his worries.
In the kitchen, her figure was shadowy. Fu Ruoshi was a little worried, wondering whether she was making a midnight snack or looking for stomach medicine.
She drank tonight, will she feel uncomfortable?
He was worried until the phone in his pocket vibrated, temporarily interrupting his anxiety.
It’s Liu Zhen’s call.
"Boss Fu," he reported, "It's been handled. Zhao Xiaoning has passed away. We've paid for his medical expenses and are sending a special car to take him to the hospital."
Liu Zhen was always efficient. Fu Ruoshi lowered his eyes slightly and hummed, "What else did he say?"
"Well, Mr. Fu," Liu Zhen hesitated, "He's the gang leader. Don't get angry with him. I'm just reporting to you. We'll take care of the rest..."
"explain."
Fu Ruoshi's cold voice interrupted Liu Zhen's hesitation, "Speak completely, don't miss a single word."
Liu Zhen sighed and mechanically repeated, "Boss Fu, Zhao Xiaoning said he likes your wife. If you don't mind, you can give her to him. He doesn't mind second-hand goods, and second-hand women are more attractive."
The obvious provocation almost made Fu Ruoshi grit his teeth.
In the past, he would have beaten Zhao Xiaoning to his knees and call him daddy, but now he had to endure it.
Not for others, but for her.
Xu Hui’s incident told him that every time he hurt his enemy, the damage might not come back to him, but would be returned to Wen Zhixia in multiples.
It turns out that his weaknesses are already known to everyone.
Fu Ruoshi realized it belatedly and smiled bitterly.
It seems that I have to keep an eye on her all the time recently.
"Got it." Fu Ruoshi took a deep breath and smoked half a cigarette before he suppressed his anger. "Let's get in touch again."
After hanging up the phone, he opened the photo album and used the photo of Wen Zhixia he had just taken at the door of Mayfair to calm his angry heart.
The deep yellow street lights cast a shadow on her side. Her long skirt fluttered in the wind, and her black hair was stained with the faint moonlight, untainted by dust. She was completely out of place in this place filled with wine, sex, money, and power transactions.
His fingertips brushed across her black hair through the screen, and the affection lingered in his eyes.
Until the cigarette butt at her fingertips burned out and the lights in her house gradually went out, Fu Ruoshi finally got into the car and left reluctantly.
The next day, as soon as Wen Zhixia arrived at her post, Mao Feng called her in for a talk.
"Xiao Wen, is your foot okay?"
Last night, Fu Ruoshi stood up for Wen Zhixia in public, beat up the second-in-command of the Zhao Group, and chased her away. Not only Mao Feng saw it, but also several bigwigs in the box.
So Mao Feng changed his attitude towards Wen Zhixia again.
"It's okay, Director Mao, it's just a twist." Wen Zhixia said, "We've already sprayed it with medicine, so it won't affect our work."
"Working or not is not important," Mao Feng sneered. "Health is the most important thing. That Qu Chaojie really went too far. I criticized him for you last night. I won't invite you to any of his drinking parties next time. Just focus on your work."
Wen Zhixia was well aware of his current attitude, but she didn't want to explain more.
Now she has come to terms with it. She can never control what others say. The only thing she can do is to constantly improve her skills and bring health and happiness to her patients.
After leaving the office, Nan Kaijie came towards him.
He was wearing a mask that covered most of his face, but his high nose bridge and distinctive almond-shaped eyes were still visible, making him recognizable in the crowd at a glance.
The moment he saw Wen Zhixia, he quickened his pace, and a smile appeared in his cold eyes.
"It's so early," Nan Kaijie took off his mask, "Have you had breakfast?"
"I've eaten, Director Nan," Wen Zhixia said politely, "Did you just get off the night shift?"
Nan Kaijie was about to answer when his expression suddenly changed and he looked at Wen Zhixia's ankle. "What's wrong with your foot?"
His sharpness shocked Wen Zhixia, she hadn't even walked just now.
Nan Kaijie noticed her confusion and said, "Look, you can't even straighten your legs. Your skin color is different from the ones around you. You must have just sprayed some medicine."
Wen Zhixia smiled admiringly, "Director Nan, I really admire you. You're so perceptive."
"Don't be so impressed. Come here," Nan Kaijie waved at her. "You still have half an hour before your outpatient appointment. It's a good time to come to my office. I'll take a look at you and take some X-rays."
Wen Zhixia said embarrassedly, "No need, Director Nan, I'm not in pain anymore. Your department is busy, so I won't keep you any longer."
After saying that, she smiled and left, holding onto the wall and walking slowly.
Nan Kaijie looked at her thin but stubborn back, sighed lightly and shook his head.
When Wen Zhixia returned from the outpatient clinic at noon, she found two more tubes of ointment on the table.
"Zhixia, this is for you by Director Nan!" Xiaoya saw her come in and pointed at the table.
In addition to the ointment, there were also a few cups of coffee, all sent by Nan Kaijie.
There was a note on the cup that belonged to her: Get some rest and recover soon.
Nan Kaijie's handwriting is elegant and different from the flamboyant writing of many doctors. His handwriting, like himself, is full of rational and restrained scholarly air.
Wen Zhixia was flattered and was about to send a message to Nan Kaijie to express her gratitude when Nan Kaijie sent it back.
Kai Jie: [Two tubes of ointment are too shabby, let's add some coffee to go. I can't use my coupons, luckily there are so many people over there.]
Wen Zhixia: [Thank you, Director Nan. How much is the medicine? I'll transfer it to you.]
Kaijie [My medicine is free. If you can't get over it, please buy me a coffee next time.]
Wen Zhixia replied with a silly smile: "Okay, thank you Director Nan, I'll treat you to a drink tomorrow."
After finishing her work in the afternoon, Wen Zhixia went home early. She took a shower and untied the bandage on her ankle.
Nan Kaijie sent her a rehabilitation document and asked her to follow it and do massage, and she would recover quickly.
It’ll be quick when you finish cleaning up.
Not long after Wen Zhixia got into bed, she saw that the phone screen on the table was still on.
Her professional sensitivity made her feel uneasy.
She got up in a hurry and took the phone.
"Hello? Xiaoya?"
"Thank God," Xiaoya said urgently, her voice mingling with the whirring of the ambulance. "Sister Zhixia, can you come to the hospital? Fu Ying's industrial park is on fire! There are many injured people who need emergency treatment! The burn department is short-staffed right now!"