Even though the doctor had said so, Tang Shen was still very worried.
He took Su Nanxing home and personally cooked for her, chatting while they ate.
He looked around and asked, "Do you plan to live here from now on?"
Su Nanxing had just nodded when her phone rang.
Tang Shen saw that Lu Beiyuan's name was displayed on her phone screen.
"It might be... my dad called him," Su Nanxing stood up; "I'll go answer it."
Su Nanxing was right; Su Liangsheng had indeed called Lu Beiyuan.
He had always been somewhat intimidated by this son-in-law.
Perhaps because the Lu Family was a top-tier wealthy family, he felt inferior.
Or maybe it was due to Lu Beiyuan's aura, commanding yet not angry.
Even though he was an elder, he dared not presume too much in front of Lu Beiyuan.
But with the divorce being such a significant issue, Su Liangsheng, even if he didn't want to deal with Lu Beiyuan, had to give an explanation!
But Lu Beiyuan dismissed him in three sentences.
"The cooperation will continue as usual and won't be affected by the divorce."
"The divorce is my fault, do not trouble Nanxing."
"If Nanxing isn't doing well, don't blame me for being impolite."
Su Liangsheng's questions had not even been voiced before the call ended.
Fang Biro had been listening by his side and spoke up, "What does Lu Beiyuan really mean? If you say there are feelings, they are already divorced. If you say there are no feelings, he is still protecting Nanxing at this point."
These past three years, Su Liangsheng had been posing as Lu Beiyuan's father-in-law. In the circle of wealthy families, who wouldn't give him some respect?
Su Liangsheng naturally did not want them to divorce, "Could it be... just a disagreement?"
Even though Fang Biro was reluctant, she knew the benefits of being allied by marriage with the Lu Family, "That's possible. Men prefer the gentle and considerate type, and with Nanxing's stubbornness. Persuade her to apologize to Beiyuan, and this might just blow over."
"That foolish girl! Still can't differentiate what's more important! I should have let Qingqing marry him instead!"
Su Qingyan, Fang Biro's daughter, was more than a year younger than Su Nanxing.
Fang Biro's thoughts were stirred.
She was very aware that Su Liangsheng was just saying this now, but initially, it was impossible for Su Qingyan to replace Su Nanxing as the bride.
The Lu Family was not foolish—choosing not to marry the legitimate Su Family daughter but instead a daughter born out of wedlock from an affair.
Moreover, what the Lu Family valued was not just the Su Family's land but also the influence of Su Nanxing's maternal family.
But now things were different—Su Nanxing was divorced.
Did this mean... Su Qingyan now had a chance?
Without outwardly revealing her thoughts, Fang Biro reassured him, "Qingqing is still in school. Anyway, maybe the younger ones will communicate better. You discuss it with Nanxing, and I'll have Qingqing contact her sister and brother-in-law."
Su Liangsheng nodded, "Alright."
The next day, when Su Nanxing went to work, Luo Yewei was startled to see the gauze on her forehead.
Su Nanxing said she had bumped it by accident.
Luo Yewei was then relieved and took her to meet the department head and the other colleagues in the ward.
Returning to the clinic, Su Nanxing had thought that from yesterday everything was set for success, but the presence of patients turned out to be a mere flash in the pan.
Today, her and Luo Yewei's station was empty, not a single patient.
Luo Yewei even consoled her, "Today is the chief's clinic, and those people all went to register there. Don't worry, maybe there will be some tomorrow."
Nanxing nodded on the surface, but was thinking to herself, "This won't do, too passive to wait like sitting ducks; I need to take the initiative."
She stood up, "Doctor Luo, I'm going to look around elsewhere."
Luo Yewei, still rattled by her behavior from the day before and worried she'd provoke anger, hurriedly asked, "Are you going to the psychiatry department again? Don't go there, they say we're stealing their patients and they hold a grudge against us."
Nanxing was puzzled, "Some cases of anorexia might fall under psychological disorders, but that little girl definitely doesn't. If it's not their patient, what are they looking at? Isn't this delaying the treatment?"
Luo Yewei said, "That's the logic, but things can't be done like this."
Nanxing nodded, "I understand. Don't worry, I won't do what I did yesterday."
Luo Yewei wasn't reassured, "Then let me familiarize you with other departments."
"Alright."
The hospital was most renowned for treating cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases.
Thus, the departments with the most patients were cardiology and neurology.
Luo Yewei took her to cardiology, where the waiting hall was packed, a stark contrast to their sparsely populated department of traditional Chinese medicine.
A few elderly people, likely regular patients, recognized each other and were discussing dietary restrictions related to their illnesses.
After listening for a few moments, Nanxing approached, "Grandpas and grandmas, I have a medicinal diet recipe here that's delicious and also good for stabilizing blood sugar. Would you like to try it?"
The elderly people she had addressed turned to look at Nanxing.
Nanxing, dressed in the hospital's uniform, her small face the size of a palm, her hair black and her skin fair, looked particularly endearing.
"Medicinal diet recipe? Are you from the department of traditional Chinese medicine?" asked an old man.
Nanxing quickly nodded, "Yes, Grandpa, I am from our hospital's department of traditional Chinese medicine. If you're feeling unwell, I can take your pulse and prepare a medicinal diet for you."
She smiled, then added, "But, you'll need to register under my name. It's not expensive—just six yuan. Then I can give you a medicinal diet recipe, and I can do some acupuncture for free, be it high blood pressure, diabetes or hyperlipidemia, I can treat all your ailments."
Everyone: …
Luo Yewei: …
How could this sound so unreliable?
Putting aside the medicinal diet because many restaurants use the medicinal diet concept without any real benefit.
Moreover, hypertension and diabetes—are these ailments that can be cured just by acupuncture?
If Nanxing weren't wearing the hospital's uniform, some might think she was a scam artist!
Luo Yewei quickly tugged at Nanxing's sleeve, "Didn't you say you won't steal patients anymore?"
Nanxing blinked, "I'm not stealing patients. I just want to offer Grandpa a medicinal diet recipe. Didn't you hear him say how many things he can't eat, and how much he cravings?"
"You're running over to cardiology and asking their patients to register under you, isn't that stealing patients?" Luo Yewei, feeling guilty, said, "Let's leave quickly!"
If Luo Yewei had known Nanxing was this bold, he wouldn't have dared to bring her here.
Cardiology was the largest department in the hospital, one that their department of traditional Chinese medicine couldn't afford to offend.
Nanxing had no intention of leaving. She went to the old man, "Grandpa, could you give it a try?"
Her clear, large eyes looked earnestly at the old man, who saw in her the image of his granddaughter wheedling, and his heart softened, "Alright, alright."
Nanxing promptly stepped forward to assist him by the arm, "Then let me take you!"
A nearby old lady spoke up, "Old Li, are you really going?"
The old man waved his hand, "No worries, no worries, just think of it as helping others."
Nanxing sweetly said, "Thank you, Grandpa! I'll make sure to do a good job with the acupuncture!"
Watching Nanxing boldly lead away a patient from cardiology, Luo Yewei guiltily glanced at the busy information desk, noticed that no one was paying attention here, and quickly slipped away.