Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 178 - 178 175 Awake

Chapter 178: Chapter 175 Awake Chapter 178: Chapter 175 Awake Sister-in-law?

Song Jiawen looked at Liu Wenhui with confusion, thinking to herself, does this person have a problem in his head? Who is he calling?

The others were also stunned by this “sister-in-law” shout, knowing whom he was referring to and what he meant, but… to blurt it out so directly was probably something that only Liu Wenhui could do.

Jiang Yan glanced at Liu Wenhui without changing his expression, quite satisfied!

“Since nobody is leaving, then go buy some drinks,” he said.

As Jiang Yan was about to take out money, Liu Wenhui waved his hand, “I’ve got it covered, just don’t know how many shops are open. We’ll just have to buy whatever is available.”

He called Dai Lei to go downstairs with him.

With such a distraction, the topic of “sister-in-law” was easily glossed over.

And Song Jiawen never dwelled on the same thing for too long. As soon as Liu Wenhui left, she naturally put the matter aside and turned to ask Jiang Yan, “Did you find a tutor?”

Her voice was low, but the hospital room was not that large, and Weng Minhong could hear everything clearly even though she was sitting at the other end. She subconsciously glanced at Qi Lihong, and seeing her with closed eyes as if asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she looked at Song Jiawen with some annoyance, thinking, she has to bring up the worst possible thing to mention!

“Let Dai Lei do it,” she suggested.

Jiang Yan sat beside her, but his eyes were on her hand. Her fingers were slender, her skin white and translucent, not like a hand, but more like a piece of artwork. However, at this moment, the artwork had a smear of red on it.

He grabbed her hand to examine it carefully and found a small cut on the middle finger, the blood already congealed and sticking to the pad of her finger. The tiny wound was open, but not very noticeable.

“How did this happen?” he asked.

Song Jiawen looked down and let out an “Ah,” “I don’t know.”

She genuinely hadn’t noticed, and might have scraped it somewhere while supporting Liang Yujun on the way there. If she had noticed it late, it probably would’ve healed on its own.

But this was a hospital after all; who knew what kind of germs might be lurking?

Jiang Yan, not reassured, pulled on her hand to stand up, “Let’s go to the nurse’s station to disinfect it.”

Song Jiawen really didn’t want to go, and she was almost dragged out of the room by Jiang Yan.

As soon as they left, Zhang Ting, who was sitting next to Weng Minhong, curled her lip and muttered under her breath, “So delicate!”

Upon hearing these words, Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali were not pleased.

The four of them got along well for a reason; they were the straightforward type.

Ding Yuanyuan spoke in a neither warm nor cold tone, “My classmate, if you haven’t gotten a clear understanding of the situation, I can recount it for you. Our Jiajia’s hand is scraped, and although it’s a small cut, this is a hospital. Who knows where a dangerous virus might be? With safety in mind, classmate Jiang Yan is taking her to get it disinfected.”

Sha Yali added with a smile, “This is simply a boyfriend’s attentive care for his girlfriend, a display of concern and affection, which has nothing to do with being delicate.”

Zhang Ting’s cheeks heated up with embarrassment, and she kept her head down, silent.

Weng Minhong tried to smooth things over with a stiff smile, “She didn’t mean anything by it, just said it offhand. Don’t take it to heart.”

Sha Yali continued smiling, “If that’s the case, I’d suggest our classmate keep her mouth shut in the future. Just one careless remark already carries the weight of accusing others. If you keep this up, you’ll end up getting hit!”

Ding Yuanyuan said, “Usually, those who say ‘don’t take it to heart’ are the ones who don’t care and stand on their moral high ground to mediate, which is even more annoying!”

Weng Minhong: …

Zhang Ting retorted angrily, “I merely said two words, and you’ve gone on and on about it, isn’t this enough? Don’t think just because you’re close to our class monitor, we’ll put up with you. Don’t be too presumptuous!”

Ding Yuanyuan exclaimed with a “Huh,” “Weren’t you the one who started this? What do you mean, ‘put up with us’? That’s turning the tables!”

Sha Yali: “Fellow student, I just want to ask you one thing, does Jiajia have any conflict with you?”

Zhang Ting: ….

She would seem guilty if she said it out loud, since she didn’t even know the class leader’s girlfriend, but could she admit that his girlfriend’s remarks had upset her and Weng Minhong?

After all, nobody knew whether those words were intentional or not.

The quarrel reached a deadlock, just then the door of the ward was pushed open, and Liu Wenhui and Dai Lei came in carrying a bunch of soy milk, soy drinks, and breakfast consisting of tea eggs and pancakes.

“We didn’t know what you guys liked, so we got a variety of things. Come on, pick what you like.”

Liu Wenhui placed the breakfast on the table beside Qi Lihong’s bed, he turned his head and called out to Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali, but neither of them moved.

He and Dai Lei exchanged glances, having sensed something off in the atmosphere of the ward as soon as they entered.

Is this… a quarrel?

Girls are such a hassle!

Dai Lei was relatively familiar with Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali. He picked a few items they liked and put them on the table beside Liang Yujun’s bed.

“Where is Brother Yan and his wife?”

When Liu Wenhui asked this, he was addressing Weng Minhong, who was looking down with a muffled voice, “They’re probably at the nurse’s station.”

Liu Wenhui uttered an “oh” and without asking why they went to the nurse’s station, he turned to leave.

He made a round at the nurse’s station and didn’t see them. As he was about to turn back, he saw them coming from the other end of the corridor.

Liu Wenhui discreetly observed Jiang Yan and Song Jiawen’s expression and found nothing unusual or out of the ordinary.

So the argument in the ward had nothing to do with them?

To the boys, girls’ quarrels usually didn’t amount to much, so Liu Wenhui didn’t particularly care and didn’t think to mention it to Jiang Yan.

When they got back to the ward, Weng Minhong, as if possessed, checked Song Jiawen’s hand first thing. The fair and slender fingers were so strikingly pretty, with a plaster wrapped around the upper part of her right middle finger.

Sensing Weng Minhong’s gaze, Song Jiawen turned her head, her pitch-black, bright eyes like a deep, natural, ancient well—pure and clear, making Weng Minhong feel ashamed.

She quickly lowered her head to drink her soy milk, using it to mask her own flustered and out-of-control heart.

….

Liang Yujun’s condition was a bit better than Qi Lihong’s, and she had her IV finished by not quite seven thirty.

Whereas Qi Lihong, besides the IV, would have to be observed for another morning.

Jiang Yan told Weng Minhong, “You two take care of her here, I’ll ask for leave for you for the morning.”

After he finished speaking, he left the ward with Song Jiawen and a few others. Liu Wenhui and Dai Lei greeted them and also left.

Once they left the hospital, Liang Yujun noticed that Jiang Yan had been walking slightly behind Jiajia at her side the whole time. This way, he could not only prevent her from bumping into passersby but also ensure she was entirely within his line of sight.

It could be said that he was protecting her very well.

This also reminded her of the times when they used to dine together. If Jiajia ordered something she didn’t like, Jiang Yan would swap it with his own dish.

No matter what, he seemed to always put Jiajia first. It wasn’t to say that he took care of her in every minute detail, but his primary concern was definitely Jiajia first, then himself.

Liang Yujun withdrew her gaze from the two of them and looked aimlessly forward without a focal point.

The pain of this acute gastroenteritis had cleared her mind a bit. Was there any point in continuing with someone who always put their own preferences first and didn’t care about your feelings?