Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 157: Awakening the Deaf and Dumb

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Awakening the Deaf and Dumb

Cheng Youran could even clearly hear her sigh of relief, as if she had been holding that breath—even during the surgery—not daring to relax until she knew her child was out of danger and could finally ease up a little.

Her eyes, which had previously been open, now seemed too heavy to keep up, and slowly closed again.

"Don’t worry," Cheng Youran gently rubbed the cool palm and back of her hand, "you’ll get better."

"Mmm," Su Lu’s eyes had already closed as she made a sound in acknowledgment from her throat.

It seemed as though she had fallen asleep.

Su Zhe was about to look at her medical records when he heard a weak call from the hospital bed, "...Brother."

Su Zhe didn’t even know if she was awake or not, but he immediately leaned in, hunched over the bedside hurriedly responding, "Brother is here."

"Mmm..." Su Lu’s corners of her mouth curled down slightly, showing a rare expression of grievance.

She rarely showed her vulnerability in front of Su Zhe, and her instances of acting spoiled were few, probably because she always understood that a bond with a biological sibling was different, always distanced.

But in this moment, perhaps it was the anesthesia, or perhaps the surgery, that had worn down her resolve, making her expression of grievance so apparent.

Su Lu pursed her lips lightly, and though her eyes were closed, large tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, "...Brother, it hurts."

That single sentence, like a soft hand, gently yet firmly pinched Su Zhe’s heart, leaving a sour and swollen feeling that spread inside him with a dull ache.

Su Zhe’s eyes instantly filled with tears, "Be good, be good. Brother is here, just bear with it a little longer, okay? The dosage of anesthetics and painkillers need to be strictly controlled to minimize the risk to the embryonic development..."

Actually, Su Zhe wasn’t certain whether Su Lu could understand him in her current state. He just couldn’t bear to hear her speak so pitifully; his heart ached so much that he spoke that long string of words, regardless of whether she could understand.

Teacher Zhou Weizhen also felt that Su Lu, in her current state, probably couldn’t understand all of that.

But unexpectedly, she nodded very lightly, and then, the look of grievance disappeared from her face, and she didn’t cry out in pain again.

No wonder people always say that a woman is at her weakest until she becomes a mother, and then she is strong.

Moreover, she was always a resilient person, tough as silkweed. It was even more true in that moment.

After a while.

"She’s asleep," You Ran lowered his voice, "letting her rest more is better."

"Yes," Su Zhe, turning to Zhou Weizhen, said, "Thank you so much this time, Teacher Zhou. And for the aftercare, I’ll be depending on you."

"Okay, I’ll be leaving then," Zhou Weizhen raised a hand to rub his sore neck, "I’m not as young as I used to be, can’t take it anymore. I’ll go to the physiotherapy department to have someone massage it."

Teacher Zhou left the sickroom.

Then Su Zhe turned to Shen Xun and Jing Su, telling Shen Xun, "Mr. Shen, I’m sorry, my sister’s condition isn’t very good right now, and it appears she won’t be able to talk to you for a while."

Shen Xun’s gaze lifted from Su Lu to Su Zhe, earnest and intense.

Honestly, Su Zhe wasn’t very comfortable with Shen Xun’s kind of stare, which was too focused, the kind that carried a disquieting inquisitiveness, and Su Zhe was unsure whether it was merely his imagination, but he felt that behind Shen Xun’s stare there seemed to be a suppressed excitement and fervor that one couldn’t quite investigate further.

Perhaps it was his own illusion.

But Su Zhe definitely felt a bit uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, Shen Xun was the kind of person who didn’t easily provoke dislike in others, probably because of his previous military experience and his commitment to serving the people, which endowed him with an inherent, persuasive power.

Shen Xun looked at Su Zhe seriously, but kept silent for a moment without making a sound.

It was Jing Su who sighed beside him, knowing too well Shen Xun’s yearning over the years. Seeing Shen Xun silent, as if he didn’t know how to start speaking, Jing Su spoke in his stead, "Mr. Su, could we talk?"

Su Zhe’s brow furrowed slightly, the feeling from before had become even more apparent.

This sensation instinctively made him want to reject Jing Su’s suggestion.

But Jing Su said, "Don’t worry, it won’t take up too much of your time."

Su Zhe hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head, looking towards Cheng Youran.

Cheng Youran didn’t know what they were about to discuss, nor did she know about the disquieting misconception in Su Zhe’s mind, so she understandingly nodded, "Senior, go ahead. I’ll stay here with Xiaolu until the care assistant arrives."

Su Zhe no longer had a reason to politely refuse.

He could only follow Jing Su and Shen Xun out of the ward.

Since it was a VIP ward section, not to mention the luxurious wards, there was also a tea room at the end of each floor’s corridor, providing tea and snacks where one could sit and chat in tranquility.

The three of them went there.

Upon sitting down, it was clear that none of them had any intention of having tea or snacks.

But Shen Xun was silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

Jing Su on the side, "Shall I speak?"

"We need to talk," Shen Xun took a deep breath and finally began.

"You start," said Su Zhe.

Shen Xun fell silent again, and while Su Zhe wasn’t impatient, that unsettling feeling inside him was growing stronger.

The more solemnly Shen Xun behaved, the more intense the feeling became inside Su Zhe.

After a while, Jing Su got a bit helpless on the side.

Finally, Shen Xun started, "Mr. Su, are you... and your younger sister, blood-related?"

Shen Xun asked the question very cautiously, looking earnestly into Su Zhe’s eyes.

He saw wariness flash in Su Zhe’s eyes the moment they met.

"What do you mean?" Su Zhe asked in a deep voice, "Why do you ask this?"

As soon as Su Zhe spoke, he could feel that Shen Xun’s previously restrained fervor and excitement, which he had thought were just misconceptions, seemed to be bursting forth uncontrollably.

Moreover, Su Zhe was aware that in his last two retorts, he had already, to some extent, given Shen Xun an answer.

"You and Su Lu aren’t blood siblings, right?" Shen Xun pressed on, but his tone was no longer interrogatory; it was assertive.

Su Zhe looked at him; even knowing that the man before him had donated blood to save Lulu, Su Zhe’s gaze gradually turned icy, "Why would you say that, and why do you want to know?"

Su Zhe saw Shen Xun’s eyes filled with unrestrained fervor and excitement at that instant—nearly exploding outwards, his eyes reddened from the intensity.

Although Shen Xun’s voice was not loud, the combination of his agitated tone and the content of his words made Su Zhe feel virtually assailed.

Every word of Shen Xun seemed to pierce straight into Su Zhe’s ears.

Shen Xun said, "The reason I’m saying this is because... I have reason to suspect that Su Lu is my sister, and you’ve stolen my sister!"

Su Zhe suddenly stood up, feeling dizzy and nearly unable to stay upright; he steadied himself by holding onto the IV stand and angrily retorted, "Nonsense!"

Jing Su sighed softly on the side, "Would Mr. Su like to hear a story?"