Underground parking lot.
Xia Yunuo obediently followed Song Yunshen, and they stopped next to the car that Ruan Zheng had driven earlier.
Then she heard Song Yunshen ask his uncle with a puzzled look, "Why didn't you drive your car today?"
"You really want me to drive while fatigued?" Zhao Zeheng rolled his eyes at him and said irritably, "Don't you realize I only slept for a few hours? Of course, your aunt is driving now."
"Oh, that makes sense." Song Yunshen nodded in realization.
Xia Yunuo blinked.
My uncle and aunt each own a car! I thought they only had one.
[That's incredibly wealthy!]
Upon hearing Xia Yunuo's inner thoughts, Song Yunshen was visibly taken aback, wondering what this had to do with being rich.
These days, it's quite normal for everyone to have their own car.
He'd have to be like his brother-in-law, Pei Yuanhe, with several cars gathering dust that he barely uses—that's what real wealth is. But money is relative, and Song Yunshen only paused for a moment before quickly understanding Xia Yunuo's feelings.
He didn't say much, reached out and opened the back door, and then watched as his uncle opened the passenger door and prepared to get in.
"How about letting Nuonuo sit in the front passenger seat?" Song Yunshen asked. "Uncle, you and Yingying can sit in the back."
"What are you thinking about? I need to catch up on my sleep." Zhao Zeheng climbed into the passenger seat and waved at him. "Why don't you just take Yingying in the back? As the older brother, take responsibility."
Song Yunshen was speechless, thinking to himself, "You, as the father, are here, and you don't even know how to take responsibility?"
So he had no choice but to carry Yingying to the back seat, letting her sit by the window while he sat in the middle, and Xia Yunuo sat on his other side.
Upon seeing this, Yingying immediately cried out to Song Yunshen, "Brother, I want to sit in the middle! I want to sit in the middle!"
"No way." Song Yunshen shook his head, then solemnly explained to her, " Yingying, you don't understand. The seat I'm sitting in is the most dangerous one on the bus. If there's a car accident, the person sitting in the middle will die the fastest."
"You just heard your dad tell me to take good care of you. Do you think I should put you in the most dangerous position?"
"That's definitely impossible! That's why your brother let you sit by the window to protect you, you know?"
Yingying blinked and nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
"Good to know, hurry up and thank your brother." Song Yunshen chuckled and patted her head. "Thank you, brother..."
[I'm sitting with Nuonuo, what right do you, little brat, have to sit here?]
Hearing this thought, Xia Yunuo, who was sitting on the other side, almost burst out laughing. She quickly turned her head to look out the window so that Song Yunshen wouldn't notice her expression.
She was in a good mood, her lips curled up, and her eyes curved into crescents. If the bus hadn't been so crowded, she would have hummed a song.
However, compared to Song Yunshen, Zhao Zeheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was even more shameless.
Since Yingying was sitting behind him, and she was quite small, Zhao Zeheng reclined his chair to give Yingying some space, while he himself comfortably half-reclined and even took an eye mask from the drawer to put on.
"It's less than a 20-minute drive in total." Seeing this, Ruan Zheng in the driver's seat couldn't help but slap his thigh and said irritably, "Don't squeeze Yingying."
"How could that be?" Zhao Zeheng chuckled. " Yingying, come here and give Daddy a head massage."
Yingying had already taken off her shoes and stepped directly onto the back seat, with half of her head sticking out onto the front seat, and reached out to rub Zhao Zeheng's head a few times.
"Oh~ Yingying is so good."
Ruan Zheng shook her head speechlessly, then started the car and drove towards the First People's Hospital without saying anything more.
Around 1 p. m., the caregiver, Lao Li, helped Song Mingyuan to the toilet and back to the bedside. He then took out his phone and checked his messages.
After confirming that Song Yunshen had arrived at the hospital, he said to Song Mingyuan, who was lying on the bed, "Your son is about to arrive. I'll wait outside for him."
"Okay, thank you." Song Mingyuan nodded, but couldn't help complaining, "I'm a patient, after all. This kid only brought me my food at almost 1 o'clock. Did he want me to starve to death? I should have just asked you to bring me the food."
Old Li smiled but didn't respond.
He had seen many patients like this who said one thing but meant another; in reality, they wished their son would bring them food every day.
He didn't say much, just gave a brief explanation of the tests that needed to be done that afternoon, and then stepped aside.
Old Li was still somewhat emotional.
Previously, when he came to take care of Song Mingyuan, he noticed that Song Mingyuan often mentioned his son, but he rarely saw his son visit him. Old Li thought that the father and son had some kind of conflict.
It took me a while to figure out that Song Mingyuan had been hiding the fact that his son was sick.
Now that his son knows, he comes to bring him dinner every evening, and now he even comes at noon. He's quite filial.
Old Li just couldn't figure it out for a moment. The dinner delivered every day seemed to be made by that young girl from last time, who looked like Song Mingyuan's son's girlfriend.
But his son is in high school, and he brazenly brought his girlfriend to the hospital to visit him, even having her cook dinner for her father. That's a bit outrageous.
Are all high school students like this these days?
Old Li couldn't understand it.
Most of the patients he usually takes care of are elderly people, so he rarely has the opportunity to come into contact with young people. People like Song Yunshen, whom he sees every day, are even fewer.
So he simply assumed it was because he lacked experience.
But just as he was thinking about these things, there was a knock at the door. Old Li immediately got up and went to open the door. After welcoming the person outside, he closed the door to the ward and stayed in the corridor, plopping down on a bench next to the corridor.
He then fell into deep thought.
Five people showed up.
The three people walking behind looked like a family. I recognized the man from last time; he seemed to be the patient's brother-in-law. It looked like the three of them had come to visit the patient.
What about the other little girl?
Are they relatives?
Seeing that he seemed to have a close relationship with the patient's son, Old Li fell into deep thought.
He suddenly remembered a detail from earlier: when they entered, it was the little girl carrying the lunchbox, not Song Yunshen.
It can't be that Song Yunshen broke up with that girl and then immediately found another one.
Old Li suddenly chuckled, thinking to himself that he really dared to guess.
How could that be?
It must be some relative.
If Old Li, unaware of the truth, was merely somewhat surprised, then Song Mingyuan, lying in his hospital bed, immediately showed a shocked expression when he saw the five people walk in. "Why are there so many people?"
Ruan Zheng placed a fruit basket on the bedside table and greeted Song Mingyuan with a slight smile, "I heard from Zeheng that you were sick before. He said there was no need for me to come see you, but after thinking about it, I still felt I should come and visit, so I brought Yingying along."
"You're too kind." Song Mingyuan chuckled and shook his head, not surprised by the Zhao Zeheng family's visit. He then turned his gaze to Xia Yunuo's face, before immediately looking at Song Yunshen beside him, "And what are you doing here...?"
Song Yunshen Shen chuckled twice, stepped forward to place the table on the bed for him, and then waved to Xia Yunuo.
Xia Yunuo immediately stepped forward obediently, took out the lunchboxes from her hands, placed them one by one in front of Song Mingyuan, opened them, and whispered, "Uncle, this is the lunch I made." Song Mingyuan: "...?"
What the heck?
Wasn't it always Xia Jinshu who did the cooking? How come Xia Yunuo has started cooking too?
He remembered that the little girl in front of him should be Yan Zhenxia's second daughter.
He had seen the girl's face before when checking the door lock records, but he never expected that she would cook for him.
Song Mingyuan fell into deep thought for a moment, somewhat confused about what was going on.
It's understandable that Xia Jinshu cooks at their house, since classes are from 4 to 5 pm, and it's reasonable for her to cook dinner after class.
What about Xia Yunuo?
Why make him lunch specifically?
Seeing that Song Mingyuan remained silent, Xia Yunuo turned to Song Yunshen with some concern, her eyes pleading for his help, wondering if she had done something wrong.
Song Yunshen wasn't about to indulge him. He waved his hand in front of him and asked, "What are you thinking about? Nuonuo made this especially for you, don't you even know how to say thank you?"
"Thank you..." Song Mingyuan forced a smile, giving Song Yunshen a disgruntled look. "I just feel a little embarrassed. Only you would have the nerve to ask someone to make lunch for me." "No, no, actually I asked for it myself," Xia Yunuo quickly waved her hand to explain. " Yunshen usually takes good care of me and helps me a lot. After hearing that you were sick, Uncle, I thought I'd cook a meal to thank you, it's just a small favor."
"She's Yingying's tutor now," Song Yunshen said, patting Xia Yunuo on the shoulder. "Didn't your aunt ask you to ask your uncle to introduce you to a preschool teacher? Here she is."
Upon hearing this, Song Mingyuan was silent for a moment, then feigned a look of sudden realization, pretending that he had just learned of the news.
He already knew about this before, but he didn't say much to Song Yunshen, assuming it was just Song Yun Shen's overflowing sympathy.
Unexpectedly, this rascal managed to lure both girls to his house to cook, which allowed him to enjoy himself as well. The dishes actually smelled quite delicious.
Besides, what's with the way you two address each other?
With Nuonuo and Yunshen again, is this still just a normal classmate relationship?
What on earth did this kid do while I was away from home for over a month?!
"Uncle, why don't you eat first?" Xia Yunuo whispered, "It'll get cold if you don't eat soon."
"Okay, I'll eat first, and we can chat while we eat." Song Mingyuan nodded, took the chopsticks from Xia Yunuo, and for the moment put aside these thoughts, eagerly began to eat.
After tasting it, Song Mingyuan praised it repeatedly.
Xia Yunuo's eyes crinkled with delight as she listened. Song Mingyuan's praise was genuine; after all, he wasn't that picky and couldn't discern the difference between Xia Yunuo's and Xia Jinshu's cooking—he felt they were both quite delicious.
And probably because they're sisters, the dishes they make taste almost the same.
"How was the surgery?" Ruan Zheng asked with concern when she saw that he had almost finished eating.
"It's great," Song Mingyuan said. "The doctor who performed the stent placement on me is highly skilled; otherwise, I wouldn't have had it done here."
"I've been wanting to ask this for a while," Zhao Zeheng asked him, "I remember you have an elder relative who's the director of a municipal hospital in the city. Why didn't you ask him to arrange something for you there?"
"Oh, you mean my fourth uncle?" Song Mingyuan said with a smile, "He's the head of neurology, not cardiology. The doctor who performed my surgery was recommended by my fourth uncle; otherwise, I would have definitely gone to the city."
The hospital they are currently in is officially called Ningjiang District First People's Hospital. It is definitely the best hospital in the district, but it is still somewhat inferior to the top-tier hospitals in Linhang City.
Normally, surgeries involving vital organs like the heart are better performed at hospitals in the city.
"After I was diagnosed with a heart problem, I specifically asked my fourth uncle to inquire for me. He went to the head of their cardiology department and recommended this doctor to me," Song Mingyuan explained. "This doctor just returned from abroad this year and has extensive clinical experience in minimally invasive coronary stent surgery."
"It seems he stayed in Ningjiang District because he needed to take care of his elderly mother."
"It just so happens that my fourth uncle's son also works here, so I asked him to arrange a private room for me. If it were in the city, it wouldn't be so easy to arrange a private room."
Zhao Zeheng and Ruan Zheng looked enlightened, then completely relieved. Xia Yunuo, standing to the side, was stunned, wondering how Song Yunshen's relatives could all be so capable.
It feels like no matter what happens, from something as small as having a cup of milk tea or braised chicken, to something as serious as needing heart surgery, there's always someone to help solve it.
Song Yunshen turned his head and saw her somewhat surprised expression. He then secretly leaned close to her ear and explained:
"My great-uncle studied medicine; he was exceptionally talented. He was the only college graduate in my grandfather's generation. He was the vice president of the city hospital before retiring and being rehired. Now he's the director of the neurology department."
"His three sons, who are my three cousins, one works at the First People's Hospital here, and the other two, one owns a pharmaceutical company and the other works in the medical device industry."
Song Yunshen wasn't fully aware of all his cousins' situations; he only knew so much about this cousin who worked in the medical device industry because he was exceptionally generous with his red envelopes during Chinese New Year.
Xia Yunuo slightly, becoming even more silent.
Although she is still young and doesn't understand many things, she occasionally watches videos and has some knowledge in this area.
Anyone who can do business in pharmaceuticals and medical devices is bound to make a lot of money, no matter what.
And you also need to have connections.
After thinking it over, she couldn't help but whisper to Song Yunshen, "How many grandfathers do you have? Oh no... I mean... how many brothers does your grandfather have?"
"My grandfather is the eldest son, and he has eight younger brothers and sisters in total," Song Yunshen counted on his fingers. "Two of them are grandmothers, who are the third and ninth in rank, and the other six are grandfathers." Xia Yunuo was shocked upon hearing this, thinking that this family was too large, and she was speechless for a moment.