The Secret Realm of Time, His and Her Life Through the Changes

Chapter 175 Don't Worry

In late autumn in Beijing, a northerly wind began to blow as night fell. Shang Yibo saw Zhou Yanruo still standing in front of the car, dressed in thin clothes, with only a cashmere cardigan over her suit skirt, a wisp of hair swaying gently in the wind by her ear. Under the rain tower, the dim yellow light shone on her, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Shang Yibo gently tugged at her arm and said softly, "Don't worry, it should be nothing serious. Go back to the car and warm up first. It's too cold outside, and you even took off your coat and put it on me."

Zhou Yanruo was slightly startled by this sudden action, instinctively pulling her arm back, her eyes filled with anxiety and unease about Shang Yibo's injury. "Hmm," she responded softly, her brows furrowed, "I didn't expect your foot to be so badly injured. I'm really worried this hospital can't handle it. If I had known it was this serious, I should have taken you directly to Peking University Third Hospital, which specializes in sports injuries. Your foot is so swollen, we need to get an X-ray to see if there's anything wrong with the bones."

Shang Yibo curled his lips into a smile, trying to ease her tension. "Didn't you say this is a top-tier hospital? It's just a sprained ankle, a top-tier hospital can treat anything. Don't worry about the doctors. Hurry up and get on, don't catch a cold."

Zhou Yanruo nodded, helped Shang Yibo close the car door, and was about to walk around to the other side to get in the car when she suddenly saw Zhou Zihang dragging a carry-on suitcase and carrying a thermos in his hand, walking towards them.

"Zihang!" Zhou Yanruo called out as she stepped forward.

Zhou Zihang quickened his pace. "Ruo Ruo, did you just arrive? I timed my arrival."

Zhou Yanruo then noticed what Zhou Zihang was carrying and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you carrying so much stuff? What's inside?"

Zhou Zihang lifted the thermos in his hand. "This is your dinner, but now it looks more like a late-night snack, and there's soup too. Hey, why are you standing here all alone? Where's Shang Yibo? How's he doing?"

Shang Yibo asked the driver to roll down the car window, and waved to Zhou Zihang from inside the car, "Dr. Zhou, I'm here. Thank you for coming to see me."

It was rare for him to take the initiative to greet people, and his voice sounded clear and bright, which was obviously a deliberate act to avoid making Zhou Yanruo worry too much.

Zhou Zihang leaned closer to the car window and peered inside. "Why aren't you going to the hospital? Didn't Hua Xiaomei come to pick you up? I'll call her."

Zhou Yanruo quickly stopped her, "Don't hit her, your junior has already come by, and she's bringing Jiajia and the others to push the wheelchair over."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zihang asked in surprise, "Hong Yun said she injured her arm. Is it necessary for her to use a wheelchair?"

Zhou Yanruo explained, "He also sprained his ankle and can't walk now."

At this moment, Ding Jiajia pushed a wheelchair and walked out of the hospital with Hong Yun. When Hong Yun saw Zhou Zihang, she joked, "The big doctor came pretty fast. How much food did you bring? And you're dragging a suitcase. Haha, is it really necessary to be so exaggerated?"

Zhou Yanruo helped Ding Jiajia push the wheelchair to the car door where Shang Yibo was.

Zhou Zihang handed the suitcase and insulated container to Hong Yun, saying, "You hold these for me, I'm going to help over there."

Shang Yibo opened the car door from the inside, and Zhou Zihang stepped forward, bent down, put Shang Yibo's arm on his shoulder, and wrapped his other arm around his waist. "Try to lean against me, put your weight on my shoulder on your left side, come on, let's push together, let's go." As he spoke, he almost half-carried Shang Yibo into the wheelchair.

Zhou Zihang straightened up, his gaze falling on Shang Yibo's slightly disheveled appearance. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Don't blame me for being mean, but your appearance is too funny. You look like a wounded soldier who traveled from the Republican era. No, you look more like a down-on-his-luck rich young master."

Ding Jiajia, pushing the wheelchair, interjected, "You can still laugh? We were all worried sick."

"Wait a minute." Zhou Yanruo said as she carefully draped the coat over Shang Yibo, then picked up a cashmere scarf from her seat and wrapped it around his neck. The large scarf covered most of his face. "That's enough."

Zhou Zihang looked around and asked, "Where's Hua Xiaomei?"

Hong Yun handed the suitcase and thermos back to Zhou Zihang and replied, "Dr. Hua is already waiting in the surgical treatment room. I have already made an appointment for the emergency room."

Ding Jiajia pushed the wheelchair, surrounded by a crowd, and they hurried toward the hospital.

Zhou Yanruo suddenly realized something, paused, and whispered to everyone, "We'd better spread out a bit. This large group of people is too conspicuous. If someone recognizes us and takes pictures and posts them online, it will be troublesome."

The emergency room, located on the first floor of the hospital, was still extremely busy even though it was nearly midnight, with patients arriving one after another. Considering Shang Yibo's special circumstances, Hua Xiaomei decided to arrange for them to go directly to the treatment room on the second floor for treatment.

Inside the treatment room, Hua Xiaomei found a male nurse to assist in conducting a comprehensive and detailed examination of Shang Yibo's injuries. Although the treatment room was over twenty square meters in size, it didn't feel very spacious after removing medical equipment, a treatment bed, and necessary furniture. With Zhou Yanruo and the others following in, the room was packed with people.

Seeing this, Hua Xiaomei gestured to the nurse to start cutting the bandage and cleaning the wound, and then turned to Zhou Zihang and the others and said, "Please don't all crowd here, go to the waiting area outside first."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zihang immediately replied, "Okay, let's go to the waiting area." With that, he pulled Zhou Yanruo out.

Instead, Zhou Yanruo stepped forward, bent down, and whispered to Shang Yibo, "I'll be right at the door. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Shang Yibo raised his chin slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Go ahead, the doctors and nurses are all here, what could possibly happen? Besides, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. Didn't the professor bring some food? You guys go and get something to eat first. Oh, and remember to save me a serving of sweet and sour pork ribs."

Several people left the treatment room, making it much quieter. Shang Yibo took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and calmed himself down.

At this moment, the male nurse had already removed the temporary bandage and was cleaning the wound with saline solution. "It will hurt, just bear with it."

Shang Yibo hissed and took a breath. "Okay, I can tolerate it."

The male nurse said, "When you came in, I thought you looked familiar. You're an actor, right? The younger brother in 'The Swordsman's Journey'? My mom really likes you; she's a fan."

Shang Yibo's expression froze. Being recognized in such an unsightly state was already embarrassing enough, let alone being recognized as the son of one of his fans. "Oh? Is that so?"

Hua Xiaomei put on medical gloves and was examining the wound when she overheard the male nurse's conversation with Shang Yibo. She couldn't help but glare at the male nurse, "Don't bring up things you don't want to talk about. Can't you talk about something else? Look, I don't know how to respond."

The male nurse chuckled, "I was just trying to distract him."

Shang Yibo could only manage a forced laugh and reply, "It's nothing, just chatting."

The male nurse added earnestly, "However, my mom is a real fan of yours."

Shang Yibo smiled and didn't say anything more.