Recognized by My Ex After Being Reborn
Chapter 409: Give me the 409 needle head, I’ll do it myself.

Chapter 409: Give me the 409 needle head, I’ll do it myself.

That evening, news of Yan Father’s hospitalization spread far and wide.

Regardless of how much the outside world disdained the Yan Family, Yan Ziqing, and Yan Father, it was undeniable that Yan Shixiu had been raised by the Yan Family, and they had shown him kindness in upbringing him.

He could ignore Yan Ziqing’s irrational provocation, but he couldn’t be so heartless and ungrateful towards his adoptive father.

The trolls were even more ruthless, slapping the label of moral corruption on netizens and viciously condemning Yan Shixiu for being ungrateful and harboring wild ambitions.

There were even big V influencers helping to denounce Yan Shixiu on behalf of Yan Father.

@DeepTalkerV: "I didn’t realize until I looked, and what a shock it was. I can’t understand the current internet environment anymore. The facts are right before our eyes, regardless of how high Yan Shixiu’s IQ is, or how prestigious he is, he is a child raised by the Yan Family. Filial piety comes before all else. Yan Shixiu has suppressed the Yan family members time and again, disregarding the needs of his adoptive parents—is that right? Let’s not even talk about Yan Ziqing; even if Yan Father was only asking for money, even if he were asking for his life, Yan Shixiu should give it."

An elderly professor who was usually very respected also came forward to speak: "The young people today just lack respect and understanding for the older generation. All of us from the older generation have suffered and toiled, who hasn’t lived through hard times? I believe that normal parents would never force their children; some of the young people should find the reasons within themselves. I don’t know this Shuangshi Yan Shixiu, and I don’t care whether he is wealthy or not, I only know that he owes his adoptive parents. Your very life was given by them; how can today’s wealth, reputation, and status not belong to your parents?"

This time, netizens had no way to mock or refute, so the hackers and trolls swept through like locusts, completely reversing the trend.

Seeing this, Yan Ziqing was so excited she couldn’t sleep all night.

This time, she wanted to see what Yan Shixiu could say.

Just waiting for the press conference tomorrow, he would have to provide for his father, whether he wanted to or not.

...

Yan Shixiu had nothing to say, because Yan Shixiu simply didn’t care.

After sending Shi Lan to the emergency room, Yan Shixiu was stopped by a nurse outside the door. With no other option, he sat in the hospital’s waiting area.

Huo Zhao followed shortly after and, upon seeing Yan Shixiu in the resting area, immediately began to handle the confidentiality of their hospital visit that evening.

In the emergency room, after examining the rash on Shi Lan’s body, the doctor couldn’t help asking, "How could you endure this long? It’s gotten so bad."

"I’ve had it frequently before," Shi Lan said.

"I suggest you investigate the allergen thoroughly. Tonight you’ll get an injection and medication, and we’ll talk once the rash subsides. As an actor, you wouldn’t want scars or marks on your body—they wouldn’t look good."

The doctor recognized Shi Lan.

Shi Lan leaned against the head of the bed, silent.

"I’ll arrange for your family member outside to pay and get the medicine now. The nurse will give you the anti-allergic injection as quickly as possible, just bear with it a little longer," the doctor said.

"Doctor..."

"No need to worry, we are very discreet; this is patient confidentiality, we as doctors will not intrude recklessly, rest assured," the doctor seemed to understand.

However, Shi Lan just said, "Please, let my husband come in."

The doctor was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

There was no intention to hide, and besides, that was her husband! Husband!!!

Moments later, Yan Shixiu lifted the bed curtain and sat in the chair next to the bed, looking at her, saying, "You used to be allergy-prone. I thought you would no longer be affected; we’ll still have to prepare more anti-allergy medicines at home."

"Uncle Yan, I’m tired," Miss Shi said, not wanting to be constantly lectured by him, "but, the hospital bed..."

The young miss still had that tiny bit of princess syndrome.

Yan Shixiu took off his coat, sat down on the bed, then supported Shi Lan against him, "Make do for now, you can lie down and sleep when we get home."

"Actually, I just wanted to trick you into a hug."

Yan Shixiu looked down at her arm, still patchy with red, unable to rest, and the new nurse who had arrived was inexperienced, not able to find the vein on Shi Lan’s arm.

Shi Lan closed her eyes and endured being pricked twice before she couldn’t stand it any longer, so she asked, "Isn’t there another nurse?"

"So... sorry." The young nurse was sweating profusely, "We’re a bit short-staffed right now."

She also recognized An Lan, and moreover, she didn’t know An Lan could be so fierce.

Shi Lan sighed, wriggled out of Yan Shixiu’s embrace, and said to the young nurse, "Give me the needle, I’ll do it myself."

The young nurse: "Oh, ah?!"

While the young nurse stood there looking bewildered, Shi Lan had already inserted the needle into her own vein.

The young nurse watched in amazement, thinking, Is she really that tough?

With the needle secured, Shi Lan finally relaxed and smiled at the young nurse, "Sweetheart, your skills need improvement."

"So... sorry!"

Seeing her still teasing, Yan Shixiu drew her closer into his arms and said above her head, "Stop talking, and rest."

"Lucky it’s not a shot in the butt, otherwise, Uncle Yan might have to do it."

The young nurse blushed with embarrassment and quickly retreated from the room with her tray.

"Amusing?"

Detecting the anger in Yan Shixiu’s voice, Shi Lan immediately closed her eyes, "I’m already asleep."

If this had happened to Yan Shixiu, with a nurse so unreliable, it’s likely the heiress would have already torn the hospital apart by now. Even a minor allergy could have escalated to the point of flying to Germany for treatment. However, when it came to herself, it was like sneezing—she was used to it.

In her past life, Shi Lan’s physical constitution was very good, and apart from allergies, she hardly ever fell ill.

She never bothered with minor ailments and pains, not caring to deal with the temperamental heiress.

An Lan’s body, in contrast, was much weaker.

...

Outside the emergency room, Huo Zhao was busy instructing the medical staff to keep things confidential. However, when he entered the emergency room, he heard Yan Shixiu say, "No need for that trouble, just buy this hospital."

Huo Zhao: "???"

"Among private hospitals, it has a relatively good reputation. From now on, the employees of Shuangshi will also come here for physical exams and treatment."

More importantly, it was the nearest to Jinlan No.1 Courtyard and Shuangshi.

After hearing this, Shi Lan laughed in Yan Shixiu’s embrace, "What about the one who mocked me for considering a hospital as a gift, what is he doing now?"

"Proving how wise your decision was back then."

Huo Zhao, watching the couple from behind the curtain, felt he needed to leave immediately.

Shi Lan’s IV lasted until 2:30 in the morning, by which time everything outside was utterly silent.

As Yan Shixiu helped Shi Lan leave the emergency room, the drowsy young nurse was startled awake by the noise and, wiping drool from her mouth, said to them, "The needle?"

"I’ve removed it myself," Shi Lan said.

"I’m sorry!" The young nurse quickly bowed in apology, "This is my first day in the emergency department."

"The emergency department is the first stop for saving lives in the hospital; perhaps you should consider transferring departments," said Shi Lan, barely holding back her laughter.

"An Lan... actually, I’m your... fan. I was just nervous earlier."