Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 178: Discharge from Hospital

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Discharge from Hospital

Su Lu originally thought that Sister Chen had taken good care of her, so when Sister Chen couldn’t continue, she felt a bit regretful. But unexpectedly, Aunt Zhao took even better care of her, paying attention to every little detail.

Sometimes Su Lu couldn’t help but feel that Aunt Zhao was too meticulous, so much so that it almost felt embarrassing, as if meals and bathroom activities could just happen right there in bed.

This made the red envelope Su Lu had prepared, which was initially the same amount as the one for Sister Chen, seem too meager now, so she added more money to it.

Two days before her discharge, Aunt Zhao hesitated before asking, "Xiaolu, you’ve just had surgery and need time to rest and recover, and you need someone to take care of you. Would you like me to come home and look after you?"

"Ah... what?" Su Lu didn’t quite catch on and was a bit stunned.

Aunt Zhao immediately explained, "We can take external assignments. If you need, I can come and stay with you to provide care."

That meant hiring a full-time caretaker. Su Lu understood.

"Uh, probably... no need," Su Lu said with a smile.

She wasn’t very comfortable with letting others into her private space, even though it might be convenient to have someone around.

But Su Lu was the type who would rather give up that convenience to ensure her personal space remained her own.

Zhao Ying didn’t insist; she remembered Dean Li’s words that Su Lu indeed had emotional barriers or rather, her own definitions.

On the day of discharge, Su Lu was already feeling quite well.

"You’ve recovered very nicely, Professor Zhou also mentioned your excellent recovery, which is reassuring," Cheng Youran said.

Su Lu smiled, "Alright, I’ll keep trying my best."

Aunt Zhao was behind her, pushing the wheelchair.

Su Lu could actually walk then, but Aunt Zhao wouldn’t let her, insisting that sitting confinement shouldn’t be taken lightly, even though it was an ectopic pregnancy, it still counted as a loss, and she had undergone surgery, so even more reason not to neglect.

So, not only was she pushing the wheelchair, but she also insisted on having Su Lu wear a headscarf to cover her forehead.

Su Lu couldn’t bear to refuse her kindness, so she wore it.

Indoors, it was okay with air conditioning, but outside, it was slightly hot, but not unbearably so. Su Lu also felt her constitution had indeed weakened some, feeling much more delicate, otherwise she wouldn’t usually be so tolerant of the heat...

"Aunt Zhao, take this, thank you for taking such good care of me," Su Lu handed her the red envelope she had prepared in advance and had even added more money to it due to Aunt Zhao’s meticulous care.

"It’s not much, just a little token of my gratitude, please don’t refuse it," Su Lu said.

Zhao Ying initially wanted to refuse, but after thinking it over, she accepted it.

Seeing her accept it, Su Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Zhe had come to pick her up, his car parked right outside the hospital. His complexion looked less pale and weak now, though his expression was hard to read.

He glanced briefly at Zhao Ying, then turned to Su Lu, "What about your luggage?"

"I don’t really have much luggage; You Ran said she’d bring it after work," Su Lu replied.

Su Zhe waved his hand, addressing Cheng Youran, "Bring it out, I’ll take it with me."

He gestured towards the car, "Brought the free labor, no use wasting it."

"Yeah, that works," Cheng Youran nodded.

Then out of the car stepped an awkward looking Su Yi, and another tall and well-built man, none other than Shen Xun.

Cheng Youran remembered that the last time Su Zhe had taken them to the hospital, she learned that this person had donated blood for Xiaolu.

And Su Lu couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Shen Xun.

She remembered that, at that time, Su Zhe had handed her blood over to this man.

"Oh, my friend, Shen Xun," Su Zhe casually introduced.

"...Oh," Su Lu nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Um... I’ll go get the luggage," Shen Xun said, seeming a bit uneasy, and quickly turned his head to speak to Cheng Youran.

Cheng Youran didn’t have any objections and nodded.

But just as she had nodded, her expression quickly stiffened, her gaze fixated on something across the street.

Seeing her suddenly freeze and look across the street, the others naturally followed her gaze as well.

Su Lu also followed her gaze and then her expression froze too, her smile on her face did not fade but became rigid, and the joy no longer reached her eyes.

Across the street, a black luxury car was parked quietly.

If it were just a car parked there, it wouldn’t matter much, but that wasn’t all.

A tall and slender figure stood by the car.

Bo Jingshen leaned against the car door, his hair slightly overgrown, as if he hadn’t been taking care of it properly, and the hair on his forehead slightly obscured his eyes, making him appear somewhat melancholic.

Although his beard on his chin was cleanly shaved, this only made his chin look more chiseled and his entire demeanor exuded an air of forlorn thinness.

He was wearing a crew-neck T-shirt, which seemed a bit large at the neckline due to his thinness, making his collarbones look as sharp as blades across his neck.

He looked as if... he had been seriously ill.

Moreover, he seemed to still bear some faint bruises that hadn’t yet faded.

Su Lu watched him silently.

And Bo Jingshen stood across the street, also silently watching Su Lu.

Su Lu had thought that seeing him would leave her indifferent, her heart calm, as over these days, she felt no ripples when she thought of Bo Jingshen, and claiming her heart was still wasn’t an exaggeration.

Su Lu had thought this self-protection mechanism would keep her well-guarded.

But it wasn’t until she truly saw Bo Jingshen.

Did she realize that even the best self-protection mechanisms have a limit to the pain they can shield.

And Bo Jingshen, seemed always to be beyond that threshold.

This man, as long as he wished, seemed always able to easily sting her.

In just a moment, Su Lu’s face turned somewhat pale. Countless thoughts raced through her mind in an instant, and the most disheartening one was that she couldn’t help but think...

How on earth did Bo Jingshen get those bruises?

"How did he get here!" Cheng Youran whispered sternly, "How dare he show up? He actually has the nerve to come!"

Su Zhe’s face also turned cold immediately, but he managed to restrain himself from impulsively confronting him.

Shen Xun, however, had a cold look. He didn’t show much emotion but stared at Bo Jingshen across the street. His hand, hanging at his side, was already clenched into a fist, ready to give Bo Jingshen another beating that would send him to the hospital with a bleeding stomach if he dared to cross over.