The Ill-Fated Bond
After saying goodbye to Doctor Li, Song Shuhang asked Zhao Yaya, "Sister, I'm planning to visit Professor Renshui later, would you like to come along?"
"I'm not his student, what would I do with you? I'm going back to Jiangnan University Town first, there are still many things that need help with there." The Jiangnan University Town sports meet was a grand affair, and quite a few people were injured in the competition area. She was also very busy as an intern doctor.
Thinking about the sports meet, Zhao Yaya remembered something.
She rolled Song Shuhang's medical report into a tube and tapped him hard on the head, "I have a question for you. What happened to that big black guy in the 5000-meter race at this sports meet? I heard that he ran the 5000 meters with you, and at the beginning, you two were far ahead of the other runners. But then, for some reason, he suddenly collapsed. When he was brought to our hospital for treatment, he kept muttering, 'The runner-up is yours! The runner-up is mine!' Like he was possessed. What happened?"
Is that the dark-skinned classmate?
"Even after being taken to the infirmary, he was still thinking about the runner-up? Such a tenacious will to win," Song Shuhang exclaimed. "That big black guy has a very strong will. Although he's a bit of a jerk, you could see his burning desire to win in our race. We were almost three laps ahead of the other competitors... I even helped him out a bit because I saw how strong his will to win was. Actually, with his ability, he could definitely have won. But I'm stronger than him now. Hmm, a good opponent indeed."
"..." Zhao Yaya said, "Although your description is very sincere, for some reason, I can always feel a deep sarcasm in your words. Perhaps I understand why the big black guy fainted."
"I really wasn't being sarcastic." Song Shuhang shrugged.
"Yes, yes, you weren't being sarcastic," Zhao Yaya laughed. "I'm back in the university town. Call me if you need anything. Be careful what you say when you visit Professor Renshui."
"I know, I've always been very careful with my words," Song Shuhang retorted.
After separating from Zhao Yaya, Song Shuhang first went outside the hospital to buy a bag of apples, and then picked out a seasonal watermelon.
The price of this fruit is outrageous, more than double that of the fruit market. Especially that bag of apples, the vendor is practically selling them by the gram!
Afterwards, Song Shuhang found Building 8B, climbed to the fifth floor, found Professor Renshui's ward 532, and knocked on the door.
"Please come in, the door is unlocked." Professor Renshui's voice came from inside. Because both of his legs were broken, he was unable to get up to open the door for him, so the door was always half-open.
Song Shuhang pushed open the door and entered, immediately seeing Professor Renshui.
The professor was lying on the hospital bed with both legs bandaged and suspended high in the air. The more you looked at this position, the more shameful it seemed.
"Hello, who are you?" Professor Renshui felt that Song Shuhang looked familiar; he must be one of his students. But he taught several classes, and there were too many students to remember everyone's name.
"Hello Professor, I am Song Shuhang from Class 43, Department of College of Mechanical Design and Manufacturing Department of Mechanical Engineering, Jiangnan University." Shuhang introduced himself with a shy smile, "I came to the hospital for a physical examination today, Daoist Religion you were here as well, I came to see you."
The department name is so long, it would be suffocating to say it all in one breath.
"Haha, thank you for your trouble." Professor Renshui's mood immediately brightened. Having a student come to see him in person meant he was quite popular among his students, right?
Professor Renshui Teacher Renshui took note of Song Shuhang's name. He then decided to give Song Shuhang a small surprise in terms of credits this semester.
After Shuhang sat down, he chatted happily with the professor.
Let's chat about some funny things that happened at school recently, and about the sports meet that's currently underway. We'll also take a moment to complain about the long, unchanging speeches given by the school leaders at the opening ceremony every year.
Professor Renshui was a teacher with excellent speaking skills, and under his deliberate guidance, the atmosphere between the two never became awkward.
The scene was one of great enjoyment for both host and guests.
Meanwhile, in the corridor of the fifth-floor ward, a middle-aged man dressed like an office worker was knocking on the doors of one ward after another in order.
"530, this isn't it either. Damn it, which ward is the Su Clan's descendant hiding in?!" the office worker gritted his teeth as he pushed open the door to ward 531.
Inside, a gaunt old man looked up at the man with a puzzled expression. "Young man, who are you looking for?"
"Sorry, wrong room." The office worker chuckled awkwardly and closed the hospital room door.
Previously, he had vaguely sensed the presence of that junior Su Clan in this building. But when he tracked them all the way to the fifth floor, the other party suddenly concealed their presence.
Therefore, he could only confirm that the other person was on the fifth floor, but he didn't know which room they were in.
To find his target, the middle-aged office worker had no choice but to use the most basic method: trying out each hospital room one by one.
But even after opening thirty wards, there was still no sign of that young member of the Su Clan.
Have we really lost them again?
He had to hurry; if he was too late and that Su Clan descendant left the hospital, he would have wasted all his time. The office worker thought to himself.
He rallied his spirits, went to room 532, and knocked on the door.
Then he noticed that the ward door was unlocked, and to save time, he simply pushed the door open and went in!
"Huh? Who are you?" Professor Renshui looked at the office worker uncle with a puzzled expression when he heard the door open. He didn't recognize him.
Song Shuhang also turned his head, a look of astonishment on his face.
"Excuse me, wrong door... Uh? Liar?" The office worker was halfway through his sentence when he saw Song Shuhang again and exclaimed in surprise.
Song Shuhang could feel the veins throbbing on his forehead!
"Hey uncle, there's a saying that things shouldn't happen more than three times. This is the third time you've slandered me! Even if I have a good temper, I'll still get angry!" Song Shuhang rubbed his temples and gritted his teeth.
"I'm... sorry. I went to the wrong door. I'll leave right away!" The middle-aged man turned around cleanly and neatly, his face showing a look of disgust that he didn't want to have anything to do with Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang hurriedly shouted, "Hey uncle, stop right there!"
But the uncle ran away as if he had seen a ghost, not giving Shuhang a chance to explain.
"..." Song Shuhang looked up, wanting to curse. He and this uncle had bumped into each other three times in one day, which could be called fate. But this fate was definitely a bad one!
"?" Professor Renshui looked at Song Shuhang with a puzzled expression.
"I'm really impressed by this uncle." Song Shuhang rubbed his temples and briefly recounted to Professor Renshui the incident of being mistaken for a swindler after finding money that day.
Professor Renshui burst into laughter after hearing this. He couldn't believe there was such an extraordinary person in the world. Then, when the professor realized that he wasn't the only unlucky person in the world, he felt a subtle sense of balance.
"Professor, I absolutely have to return that money to that uncle today. I'll leave the fruit here for now and go find him. Goodbye!" Song Shuhang stood up and said goodbye.
"Go and explain it to them properly. I think as long as they're not really stupid, they should be able to listen. Remember to close the door for me." Professor Renshui waved cheerfully.
The problem is... that guy was really stupid!
After saying goodbye, Song Shuhang left the ward, following the uncle's figure.