Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 294: Expression

Chapter 294: Chapter 294: Expression

The ambulance wailed toward the hospital, in which, Su Lu tightly held Zhao Xiaole’s hand.

Her hand seemed even colder than Zhao Xiaole’s.

The ambulance was equipped with emergency devices and medications, and Zhao Xiaole immediately received treatment. The medication was fast-acting, and, in reality, his condition was gradually improving.

The young female doctor comforted Su Lu, "Sister, don’t worry. As long as the allergy is managed promptly, it won’t cause any harm."

Su Lu nodded blankly, staying silent.

The female doctor, seeing that Su Lu was beautiful, knew that people are visual creatures. Naturally, they tend to be more gentle with beautiful people.

Seeing that Su Lu was still out of sorts, the doctor squeezed her hand, "Sister, really, don’t be afraid. Children have strong vitality and their recovery is naturally better than that of adults."

Her hand was warm, and Su Lu turned to look at her.

The doctor smiled, "Moreover, honestly speaking, I know my own skills well. Not to brag, but with my level of skill, the child’s cricothyroidotomy, as long as I continue to follow up and the post-operative care is proper, there might not even be a scar left."

"Really, thank you," Su Lu sniffled, her voice still somewhat choked, but already much better. "What’s your name?"

"My last name is Yang, Yang Lei."

"Why do you always call me ’sister’?"

Yang Lei touched her nose, "If I call you ’beautiful sister,’ I was afraid you might feel embarrassed..."

Su Lu couldn’t quite manage a smile, but still slightly curved the corners of her mouth.

Yang Lei, worried that she would keep staring at the wound on the child’s neck—though for doctors at such times, it’s a necessary emergency procedure, and they knew, as did the family members, that it was necessary—

still could not overcome the strong visual impact; it could cause significant psychological harm to family members.

Thus, Yang Lei could only keep talking to her, trying to divert her attention.

But because she was unaware of the full situation, some of her words were indeed...

"Isn’t the child’s father coming along? I saw him just now; he seemed very sad and distressed."

From an outsider’s perspective, the complications between Su Lu and Bo Jingshen were not apparent.

But from the earlier situation, anyone could tell that he was the child’s father, even though their relationship seemed strained, and it was unclear if they were divorced or what—but, with such an incident, their child being sick or injured and heading to the hospital,

the father ought to be present.

Honestly speaking, Su Lu had no time to ponder the matters concerning Bo Jingshen.

On reflection, it wasn’t hard to understand—after Zhao Xiaole arrived in Feng City and saw the paintings she once painted in her old house, paintings of Bo Jingshen, with her skills—though not exactly lifelike, they were very vivid.

Even so much time had passed, despite the overwhelming years and hardships, the years seemed gentle on Bo Jingshen’s features; his appearance hadn’t changed much, only appearing leaner, which made his eyes and brows seem deeper.

It was not strange that Zhao Xiaole recognized him. Children are curious, and even if they sense that something unfortunate caused their parents to become strangers, they can’t help but wonder—boys always wonder what kind of person their father is.

Is he Superman, is he Sun Wukong, or some legendary hero?

Thus, Zhao Xiaole followed him, initially intending only to sneak a peek, but such matters escalate—increased curiosity led from planning to say just one word, to several more words, to eating something together, to trying a bite of his dessert.

And then it turned into the situation now.

Bo Jingshen didn’t know anything about Zhao Xiaole, so not knowing that he was allergic to mangoes was normal. Even Su Lu had always thought that Bo Jingshen didn’t even know Zhao Xiaole existed.

But today it seemed like he knew of Xiao Le’s existence? Or perhaps he didn’t know about Xiao Le before but recognized him, considering Zhao Xiaole did bear some resemblance to Bo Jingshen.

Of course, it was also possible that Zhao Xiaole had told Bo Jingshen who he was.

In any case, Su Lu hadn’t been in the right state of mind before to think this through or ponder about it; she just needed something to blame, whether it was a person or a thing.

This made her feel less suppressed by fear.

Actually, it was quite unreasonable, but she didn’t want to be reasonable.

Now that Yang Lei had brought it up, Su Lu only then belatedly recalled the expression on that man’s face.

Su Lu realized that she had never said such harsh words to Bo Jingshen before, not even over five years ago when they had completely fallen out. Back then, all she had said was that she would never forgive him...

But just now, Su Lu said that she wished he had never appeared.

Hoping that someone had never appeared.

That was probably the harshest thing to say, as it essentially negated everything about that person, all the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, completely denying it all.

In that moment of extreme distress, when Su Lu said those words, there was a twisted sense of relief.

She felt that her words even carried some hatred; it turned out that all these years, she really hadn’t moved on even a single day.

Otherwise, if she had moved on, she wouldn’t have felt that twisted relief for saying such harsh words to him.

At that moment, Su Lu belatedly remembered Bo Jingshen’s expression then.

His taut, lean side profile, the dim look in his eyes, his lips tightly pressed in a straight line, as if he were struggling to contain an emotion that was about to erupt.

He seemed perpetually unhappy, as if he would never be happy again.

As if the dawn would never break.

He followed closely for a few steps, eventually standing outside the ambulance, not getting in, watching helplessly as the stretcher carrying his child was loaded in, watching helplessly as the doors of the ambulance closed.

Watching the vehicle roar away with the person he loved most, the flashing lights on top of the ambulance reflected in his dim eyes, reflected on his face.

Only then did Su Lu remember his expression at that time.

She didn’t make a sound, her facial expression didn’t change much, but her eyes involuntarily became somewhat vacant.

Yang Lei was sitting beside her, speaking quietly on the phone. She didn’t talk long before hanging up and then turned to Su Lu, "Sister, don’t worry, I’ve contacted my brother. The ambulance is headed to his hospital, and he’s quite an expert, a pretty big one. With him there, you can be completely at ease."

Su Lu snapped back to reality and quickly expressed her gratitude, "Okay, thank you so much. Today my son and I are really lucky to have bumped into you here; otherwise, it’s unbearable to think about."

Yang Lei, scratching her head with a smile, said, "No need to be polite. Alright, we’re almost at the hospital. I’ve already called my brother and he’s waiting."

As the vehicle entered the hospital, Su Lu from afar saw a man in a white coat waiting there. As the car got closer, Su Lu could see the man clearly.

She blinked involuntarily, "Your brother... his last name is Lei?"

"Yes, he takes after our father’s surname; his name is Lei Yang. My surname follows my mother’s, so I’m Yang Lei."