Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 209: Memories

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Memories

"Um..." Su Lu was somewhat distracted, her gaze drifting toward the emergency room doors from time to time.

Aunt Zhao, sensing her state, decided not to continue making small talk and went straight to the purpose of the call, "I see that you haven’t fully recovered, and since I’m here with nothing else to do anyway—I’m not really into traveling—how about I continue to take care of you, Miss Su?"

Although distracted, Su Lu had heard the other party clearly, "How could I agree to that? You came out to relax, you should enjoy yourself. I can’t bother you like this. Besides, I’m fine. Really, I’m fine."

There’s nothing I can’t handle.

Zhao Ying, unable to persuade her, pondered for a moment, then said, "Mainly... mainly because my son spent quite a bit to set up this trip for me, so I thought I’d earn some more, to help him out. If I could continue taking care of you—after all, you offer quite a good rate."

Since the conversation had shifted to more practical matters, and the emotional appeal was lessened, it didn’t seem so hard to accept.

Su Lu still did not agree but did not immediately refuse as firmly as before.

She remained silent.

But undoubtedly, Zhao Ying was a shrewd businesswoman. Her ability to achieve such success in business over the years showed her negotiation skills, knowing how to grasp the other party’s psyche.

So, hearing Su Lu’s silence, Zhao Ying continued, "And... pardon me for being direct, Miss Su, but Mr. Bo also needs quite a bit of care."

"... Well, okay then," Su Lu conceded, "I suppose I have to trouble you again. Don’t worry, I’ll triple the payment."

The matter was settled just like that.

Therefore, when Bo Jingshen and Ying Xi were wheeled out of the emergency room, ready to be moved to a hospital room, Zhao Ying had also arrived, having just hurried over.

"Miss Su!"

She was slightly out of breath, clearly having rushed over.

"Miss Zhao? Why are you..." Su Lu was surprised, not expecting her to arrive so quickly.

"Well, I didn’t have anything else to do, so I came to see you. I heard on the news that it was this hospital. I hope I’m not bothering you?" Aunt Zhao asked.

Su Lu quickly shook her head, "No, of course not."

"That’s good then." Aunt Zhao handed her a thermos, "You haven’t had the time or the appetite to eat anything, right? You can’t go without eating. Your body needs nourishment. Please eat something, I’ve brought it here."

Su Lu really had no appetite, but she couldn’t bring herself to refuse—not just because of Aunt Zhao’s thoughtfulness in bringing food, but also because her body indeed needed the nutrition. She couldn’t afford to be willful or let her emotions take over.

"Okay. I..." Su Lu was just about to say she would eat right then,

when the doors to the emergency room finally opened, and two hospital beds were wheeled out one after another.

Su Lu immediately stopped the motion of opening the thermos and turned to Aunt Zhao, "Sorry, Aunt Zhao, I’ll eat in a bit."

Zhao Ying glanced at the condition of the two people on the beds. They were both lying face down, covered in numerous wires and devices. Their back wounds were covered, unable to see exactly how bad they were.

But one could still imagine the horrific scenes.

Su Lu looked down at Bo Jingshen’s face. He was lying face down, half his face buried in the pillow, now enveloped in a deep sleep, his expression showing no sign of pain—eerily calm, as if he might just sleep like this forever.

Su Lu drew a deep breath, tightly grabbed the side of the bed, and followed his bed toward the hospital room.

Jiang Li watched Ying Xi, who was on the other hospital bed, slightly distracted.

Ying Xi’s features resembled Ying Heng’s by sixty to seventy percent, only Ying Heng looked more mature, while Ying Xi still had some remnants of youthful air.

At that moment, he was lying on the hospital bed, his face drained of color.

Jiang Li was a bit distracted and, just for a moment, his memory seemed to be dragged back to the day he least wanted to remember—that day... Ying Heng had been knocked down just like that, falling to the ground, with those people still beating him, chairs and steel pipes hitting his back.

Jiang Li remembered... he had faintly heard some sort of snapping sound. He originally thought it was the leg of a chair that had broken, but during the frantic, hysterical period afterward, he kept replaying that scene in his mind. Jiang Li eventually realized that the snapping sound he heard wasn’t likely from a chair leg.

It was... Ying Heng’s spine.

No wonder afterwards, he could only crawl toward him using his arms; his legs never moved again. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move them, but rather that he couldn’t.

Ying Heng had crawled up to him, half his face pressed against the dust-covered ground, the other half pale, his gaze weakly looking at him, his voice faint as a mosquito, calling his name, "Lili..."

"... Ah Li? Ah Li!"

Su Lu’s voice snapped Jiang Li out of his thoughts, his face ghastly pale as he finally broke free from those gruesome memories.

Jiang Li reached out, wanting to touch Ying Xi’s face, but his hand hovered in mid-air, never touching.

"Let’s go back to the room," Jiang Li’s voice was calm, "I’ll take Ying Xi back to the room first, and come see Brother Shen in a bit. Are you okay on your own?"

He asked Su Lu.

Su Lu, sensing that Jiang Li’s emotional state was somewhat off, hesitated and nodded, "I’m fine. But you..."