The director opened the backend and looked at the patient's medical records.
Indeed, under his last treatment record, there followed a medical history from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
This doctor named Su Nanxing, not only performed acupuncture on the old man, she also prescribed Chinese herbal medicine!
It was simply outrageous!
The old man's blood sugar had been well controlled with his diabetes medication. If the Chinese herbal medicine contained hypoglycemic ingredients, it could very likely lead to hypoglycemia!
Hypoglycemia can be life-threatening in a crisis!
Old Master Li's son currently holds a position in the provincial government, so the director immediately made a phone call to contact him.
Only after hearing the other party's assurance that they would not let the old man take those Chinese herbal medicines, did the director rest easy.
Su Nanxing didn't know that someone had interfered with her patient.
She and Luo Yewei dryly sat through to the end of the workday without any more patients coming in.
In the afternoon, a young man who had stomach problems did come. Su Nanxing gave him a few needles and prescribed some Chinese herbal medicine.
Just three patients for the whole day, Su Nanxing was so worried she wanted to pull her hair out.
Luo Yewei was even more pitiable, with only two patients.
"You've just arrived, having three patients in a day is already pretty good," Luo Yewei comforted her.
Su Nanxing was, of course, not comforted at all.
After work, seeing Meng Qingxue at the hospital entrance plunged her already low spirits to rock bottom.
"Su Nanxing."
Meng Qingxue spotted her from afar and quickly approached her.
Su Nanxing kept a poker face and had no desire to chat with her.
Standing before her with the demeanor of a victor, Meng Qingxue had an arrogant look in her eyes and her tone also carried arrogance, "Let's talk."
Su Nanxing's gaze settled on the handbag she carried on her back.
A limited edition luxury item, one that couldn't be bought with just money alone.
Meng Qingxue had intended to show off. Seeing that Su Nanxing looked over, she immediately said, "Do you like this bag? This was a gift from Brother Beiyuan…"
"What do you want with me?" Su Nanxing interrupted her abruptly, "Spit it out."
"Actually, it's nothing much." Meng Qingxue flicked her hair and shifted the bag back onto her shoulder, "I just wanted to tell you, now that you and Brother Beiyuan have split, you should stop clinging to him. It looks really bad."
Su Nanxing watched her expressionlessly, "Anything else?"
Three years ago, Meng Qingxue enjoyed the privilege of being pursued by Lu Beiyuan and did not agree to date him.
She thought that she would naturally become the respected daughter-in-law of the Lu Family's mansion, but never expected the Su Family to intervene.
The obscure Su Nanxing actually married Lu Beiyuan.
Luckily, three years later, Lu Beiyuan still couldn't get her out of his mind.
Even so, Meng Qingxue dared not slack off.
She knew that Lu Beiyuan still had old feelings for her that he couldn't forget, but she was also acutely aware that to Lu Beiyuan, Su Nanxing was also special.
In the time to come, she had to stop Su Nanxing and Lu Beiyuan from having any further contact.
"Brother Beiyuan has told me that during the three years of marriage, you should be very clear about how much the Su Family has gained. Su Nanxing, you should be content," she said.
In those three years, the Su Family's standing could be said to have skyrocketed, and their business had expanded by who knows how many times.
Su Nanxing gave her a cold look, said nothing more, and walked away.
Meng Qingxue called out from behind her, "Hey! Su Nanxing!"
Su Nanxing didn't look back.
She took the subway back to her apartment, never expecting that upon exiting the elevator, she would see a tall man standing at her door.
Lu Beiyuan, in formal attire, with his iron gray trousers wrapping around his long and straight legs, looked exceedingly distinguished.
Su Nanxing hadn't had time to say anything before he looked at her intensely.
The next second, he strode over to her, reached out to touch the band-aid on her forehead, "Did your dad hit you?"
Only then did Su Nanxing remember the band-aid stuck to her forehead.
She dodged Lu Beiyuan's hand, mumbled an acknowledgment, and asked him, "Why are you here?"
Threads of emotion entangled, difficult to untangle.
But no matter how difficult, Su Nanxing wasn't planning to involve herself with him anymore.
It seemed that no matter what she did, in Lu Beiyuan's heart, she could never compare to Meng Qingxue.
"Does it still hurt?" Lu Beiyuan pulled her over and carefully began to peel off the band-aid, "I'll disinfect it for you."
Su Nanxing lowered her eyes, unsure how cold his gaze became the moment he saw the wound.
She shook her head and stepped back, "It's nothing, just a small cut. I can handle it myself, you should go."
"Nanxing," Lu Beiyuan called out helplessly, then without further ado, he grasped her hand and unlocked the door with her fingerprint.
Su Nanxing was about to say something, but Lu Beiyuan looked at her directly, "Do you want me to carry you in?"
Su Nanxing was stunned, and the next second, Lu Beiyuan indeed carried her into the apartment horizontally.
Once inside, he shut the door with his leg, carried Su Nanxing all the way to the sofa and put her down, before asking, "Where's the first-aid kit?"
Before she could speak, he'd already spotted it and took it over.
Su Nanxing stared at him blankly.
Her eyes were sore, her heart desolate.
The divorce agreement was already signed, why... did he still treat her so well?
Lu Beiyuan disinfected the wound with gentle care, treating her like a fragile treasure, his eyes filled with pain and reluctance.
Su Nanxing couldn't say a word.
After putting things away, seeing the red rims around her eyes, Lu Beiyuan couldn't help but embrace her, "Why didn't you tell me? Didn't I say, if anyone bullied you, you should tell me..."
"Lu Beiyuan," Su Nanxing interrupted him, "Meng Qingxue just came to see me."
Lu Beiyuan stiffened.
"She asked me to stay away from you, to not entangle with you," Su Nanxing's chin rested on his shoulder, and she couldn't resist taking in his familiar, pleasant scent, "But, Lu Beiyuan, why do you keep coming to see me?"
A wave of sourness filled Beiyuan's heart, "It's my fault... I owe you an apology, and I also owe one to Qingxue. Your sister called me, said you were hit by your dad when you went home, I was worried, so I came to check on you."
He said, letting go of Su Nanxing; she had tears on her lashes, and he once again couldn't resist wiping them away, even leaning down as though to kiss her instinctively.
Su Nanxing dodged, her voice a few degrees colder, "She's not my sister."
Lu Beiyuan followed her lead, "Alright, let's not mention her. And... don't take what Qingxue said to heart. I kept her waiting for three years; it's my fault she feels insecure."
"But... Lu Beiyuan, even if Meng Qingxue hadn't said those things, I still... don't want to see you anymore."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Beiyuan frowned, "We were married for three years, even if we divorce, it's only right that I take care of you."
"We're divorced, why should you take care of me? And, aren't you afraid Meng Qingxue will be angry?"
"She won't be," Lu Beiyuan smiled, "Qingxue is gentle and generous, understanding. She will understand me."
"Lu Beiyuan, you're wrong," Su Nanxing stood up, issuing an expulsion order to him, "You should leave, and don't come looking for me anymore. Tell Meng Qingxue too, I don't want to see her, I don't want her showing up in front of me either."
"Nanxing," Lu Beiyuan also stood up, pressing down on her shoulder, "Why can't you accept my kindness?"