Whatever the case, Shen Lian escaped this round of Chu Yilan's fury. Xu Jingge, of course, became the first line of defense.
Whenever President Xu came within three meters, he was greeted by a cold snort from Chu Yilan.
Chang Qing could only say he wished he could help.
Even as Xu Jingge took the flak, he wasn't sitting idle. After exchanging information with Sun Binghe, he discovered several groups operating in the shadows. Since they could be identified, he could settle those scores later.
Xu Jingge might have been all smiles at the hospital, but as Lin City's top man, he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve once he turned away.
Shen Lian stuffed a mouthful of chocolate mousse into his mouth. At a faint sound from the door, he immediately shut his mouth and lay back. Sun Binghe took over at once, stuffing the remaining dessert into a food bag as though nothing had happened.
Worry clouded Chu Yilan's judgment. If Shen Lian's discomfort was a three, it looked like a ten to him. With a cast on top of that, any doctor who so much as suggested discharging him tomorrow earned a muttered "quack" from Chu Yilan.
So even though he knew Shen Lian might have played up his injuries to win sympathy, Chu Yilan still wanted him to recover properly.
Sun Binghe was different. He saw right through it, with the clarity of an outsider. Faced with the doctor's advice to "keep his diet light" and Shen Lian's request for "something sweet," he chose the latter without hesitation.
If asked, he was a competent special assistant who understood what truly needed doing.
"Finished eating?" Chu Yilan asked.
"Yes, duck and radish soup," Sun Binghe answered. "Teacher Shen drank all of it."
Shen Lian's affectionate eyes