Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 346: The Warm-Heartedness of the Olden Days

Chapter 346: Chapter 346: The Warm-Heartedness of the Olden Days

"I will," Bo Jingshen said with unwavering determination.

Cheng Youran was skeptical, as people’s hearts are inherently biased, favoring those they hold dear.

But in Bo Jingshen’s heart, there was no doubt about his determination. He would not leave Su Lu ever again.

Unless death separated them.

When Su Lu arrived, she could sense an awkward atmosphere between Bo Jingshen and Cheng Youran.

She could guess they must have discussed something. It wasn’t surprising; Youran had always been protective of her, and it was unlikely he would remain silent around Bo Jingshen.

However, Su Lu also guessed that out of respect for her, even if Youran had many opinions about Bo Jingshen, since he saw them arriving together, he would give some face and not allow the situation to become too tense.

Her best friend was the best friend in the whole world.

"Here." Su Lu handed a bunch of bright, dewy roses to Cheng Youran.

Taking them, Cheng Youran gave her a mockingly coquettish glance, "Oh, being so formal. Are these specially for me?"

"Not at all," Su Lu said with a smile.

Zhao Xiaole couldn’t help but chime in, "Godmother, Su Xiaolu spent too much. Next time you come, you can take even more! Ah Shen gives her new ones every day!"

Cheng Youran turned to Su Lu with an expression of disbelief, "You actually tricked me?"

Su Lu shrugged and hummed lightly, "Sometimes the truth is too harsh, and one has to resort to lies?"

Still, Cheng Youran happily took the flowers inside.

The visit started with a check-up for Zhao Xiaole. Since Lei Yang was the doctor in charge, they saw him waiting at the department’s entrance, not in a white coat but in dark green scrubs, arms crossed, standing at the door.

He looked like he had just finished surgery, with tiredness lingering in his eyes.

This caught Su Lu off guard. "Isn’t this too much trouble for you?"

"It’s fine," Lei Yang smiled briefly, glancing sideways at Cheng Youran. When he saw the bouquet in her hands, a nearly invisible frown crossed his forehead.

Cheng Youran didn’t notice, as she was looking at the flowers, surprised to discover, "Huh? These flowers... they have no pollen? That’s great; I have a bit of a pollen allergy."

Although Cheng Youran didn’t notice Lei Yang’s gaze, Su Lu saw it clearly. Her mouth twitched involuntarily, feeling like a proud mother-in-law who sees her son-in-law.

Zhao Xiaole was still a child, after all, and somewhat afraid of doctors, clinging tightly to Bo Jingshen’s neck.

Lei Yang’s movements were gentle as he removed the dressing from the boy’s neck and asked, "Have you been changing the dressing properly?"

"Yes, we apply it daily. And it hasn’t been wet during showers," said Su Lu.

"You’ve been taking good care, it’s healing well. There shouldn’t be any problems," Lei Yang said as he finished re-bandaging and then took out a needle and a blood collection tube to draw blood from Zhao Xiaole.

Zhao Xiaole clung even tighter to Bo Jingshen’s neck, and Bo Jingshen held the child firmly, eyes fixed on Lei Yang like a hawk.

Lei Yang, used to pressure, wasn’t intimidated by the stare. Still, with Bo Jingshen looking at him, he felt a bit helpless, saying as he drew the blood, "It’s a good thing I’m doing this. If it were a nurse with you staring like that, they might be too nervous to work properly."

Bo Jingshen realized his stare, and then withdrew his gaze, "Sorry."

"It’s okay," Lei Yang replied with a half-smile, as the needle pierced the skin.

"Ow—" Zhao Xiaole pursed his lips, whimpering pitifully, but did not cry.

Bo Jingshen frowned and looked down to see the needle stuck in his son’s delicate hand.

As Lei Yang connected it to the vacuum blood collection tube, a dark red liquid began to flow through the thin tube, trickling down into the glass vial.

Bo Jingshen had suffered much and had a lot of blood drawn. During the time when his acid burn wounds got infected and he was in critical condition, notified of potential death multiple times, he was having blood drawn daily to check various inflammation indicators.

It was as common as eating and drinking.

But even if he were to have his blood drawn a hundred times, it seemed not as painful as this time.

Bo Jingshen felt as if the needle had gone straight into his own eye, stabbing so fiercely that his eyes ached.

He hugged his son tightly, listening to his son’s pitiful whimpering, his eyes were beginning to redden.

Su Lu, on the other hand, was still relatively calm; it wasn’t that she didn’t hurt for her son, only that she knew, perhaps her son wasn’t actually in so much pain.

The child had been sickly since birth and had endured many painful treatments.

So there might be a feeling that "one who has seen the ocean thinks nothing of mere rivers." When Zhao Xiaole usually got vaccines or had blood drawn, the boy wouldn’t even frown, well-known in the kindergarten as a little tough guy.

Zhou Xiaolong, the little fatty, would cry an entire afternoon over a vaccine shot. Zhao Xiaole had laughed about this for quite a while.

Right now, it was just that with Bo Jingshen beside him, with his dad there, he didn’t want to be the little tough guy; he just wanted to be a child seeking affection.

Su Lu sighed as she watched this scene.

In a boy’s growth, a father was indeed too important.

After the needle was removed, Bo Jingshen pressed down on the cotton swab over the needle site with one hand while holding his child tightly with the other, soothing him with soft words.

Su Lu saw that his eyes were even somewhat red.

Su Lu was a bit stunned.

Lei Yang said, "It’s all right now, so I’ll be going."

"Sure, go ahead. Thank you, Doctor Lei," Su Lu thanked him.

Lei Yang stood up and, before leaving, turned to look at Cheng Youran, "I have another surgery coming up; are you coming?"

"Ah, yes," Cheng Youran replied promptly.

"Then watch the time and get ready when it’s about time," Lei Yang said before he left.

Chen Youran turned to Su Lu and said, "I’m off to work then?"

"Mhm," Su Lu nodded.

"Then you..." Cheng Youran couldn’t help but glance at Bo Jingshen, hesitating.

But Su Lu understood her meaning, saying, "I know what to do."

"Okay then, that’s fine," Cheng Youran assuredly left.

Su Lu thought about Lei Yang’s expression just now and silently decided...

She turned to ask Bo Jingshen, "Where did you order your flowers from?"

"Ah Li’s flower shop, why?" Bo Jingshen asked.

"Nothing, I’m just planning to order for a couple of weeks too."

"Who are you sending them to?" Bo Jingshen was quick to react, or perhaps it could be said that he and Su Lu were always in sync with their brainwaves; it was probably for this reason that the two of them, after going around in circles, always wound up together.

Bo Jingshen, upon asking this question and before Su Lu could answer, realized, "For Cheng Youran?"

"Mmm-hmm," Su Lu nodded.

Bo Jingshen was somewhat helpless, "You really are..."

Su Lu glanced at him sideways, "What?"

"Cough," Bo Jingshen immediately said, "Truly warm-hearted."

"Hmph," Su Lu glanced at his foot, "Go have your foot re-examined, limpy."