The next day was Su Nanxing's outpatient clinic day, and Lu Beiyuan knew to restrain himself, not daring to tire her out too much.
He dropped her off at the hospital, then asked Su Nanxing what she'd like to have for lunch—he'd come with Lu Nianxi in tow to pick her up, and then the family of three would go out to eat.
Su Nanxing let him decide, then headed upstairs to the outpatient building without looking back.
With a career-driven wife, Lu Beiyuan felt his life was just a tiny bit tough.
After Su Nanxing went upstairs, it wasn't long before they started calling numbers.
Around ten o'clock, the door opened, a new patient entered, and Su Nanxing looked up: "Hello..."
Then she froze.
The one who came in was the big boy who got stitched up yesterday.
Su Nanxing checked the name on the registration platform, then looked at him and asked, "Are you He Yuancheng?"
It was written there, He Yuancheng, eighteen years old.
