Chapter 061 The Nurse

Even though the news of He Yunqing’s fall from the stage had been tightly contained, by the time Jiang Yao arrived at the hospital, a crowd had already formed.
She stepped out of the car and glanced at the time.
There were about thirty minutes left before Cheng Yanchi’s competition began.
She would just take a look—see that he was alright, and then leave.
She told herself this firmly.
Lowering her head, she dialed Cheng Yanchi’s number, but no one answered.
Jiang Yao reasoned that he must be busy preparing for his match and had no time to pick up.
She sent him a message instead: “Something came up unexpectedly, I might be a bit late.”
Entering the hospital, she happened to spot two nurses she was familiar with, whispering to each other about something unknown.
Jiang Yao approached them and greeted them.
“Ah, it’s you! We haven’t seen you around for days,” one nurse greeted her warmly. “By the way, did you hear? The director’s son was injured and is in the hospital.”
Jiang Yao had been wondering how to broach the subject, but to her surprise, they brought it up themselves.
“That’s right, weren’t you quite interested in the director’s son before?”
“Really? How is he now?” Jiang Yao quickly pressed.
“He just finished surgery. It seems the injury is serious, he’s in his room now—same room as last time.”
Jiang Yao nodded, said goodbye, and headed straight to the top floor.
As expected, outside He Yunqing’s room, someone stood guard, forbidding anyone entry.
His sister, Irene, stood at the door, her expression grave as she gave instructions to the guard.
His agent, Sister Cai, was by the window, calling someone over and over again.
Clearly, barging in directly was out of the question.
Jiang Yao circled around, tapping her head several times as she pondered her options.
Before long, a woman in nurse’s uniform, with a large mask covering most of her face, appeared outside He Yunqing’s room.
Jiang Yao had deliberately tugged the mask as far as possible to hide her face.
Sure enough, no one recognized her, nor did they stop her.
Jiang Yao, oh Jiang Yao, what are you doing?
She silently chastised herself, about to step into the room, when a nurse behind her suddenly called out, “Hey, you.”
Startled, Jiang Yao turned around, forcing herself to stay calm.
The nurse scrutinized her, puzzled. “I haven’t seen you before. Are you new here?”
Jiang Yao quickly nodded.
“So many new nurses lately,” the nurse muttered under her breath, handing Jiang Yao something. “When the patient in that room wakes up, he’ll be in pain. Give him this injection.”
She gestured with her chin toward He Yunqing’s room.
Jiang Yao hesitated, staring at the syringe in the tray…
“Take it,” the nurse urged. “Don’t be nervous, you’ve practiced this, haven’t you?”
Actually… she really hadn’t…
Jiang Yao accepted it reluctantly, pondering what to do as she entered the room.
Inside, there was nobody else.
Only He Yunqing lay there, pale and motionless on the bed.
A blanket covered him; she couldn’t tell where he was injured. His face was drained of color, eyes closed in deep sleep.
An aura of fragile beauty enveloped him.
Jiang Yao set the syringe down and stood at the bedside, quietly watching his peaceful face.
Her heart ached with a strange sourness.
She had intended to glance at him and leave, but this man possessed a certain power—one look, and she found herself unable to move.
Her eyes reddened slightly as she whispered, “Hey, why weren’t you more careful?”
The man on the bed could offer her no reply.
“Does it hurt?” Jiang Yao leaned closer, trying to see where his injuries lay.
Suddenly, the door swung open.
Jiang Yao straightened immediately.
He Huaian and Irene entered, pausing when they saw Jiang Yao inside.
“Is there something you need?” Irene asked.
Jiang Yao said nothing, simply pointed at the syringe in her hand.
Irene nodded and paid her little mind, continuing her conversation with He Huaian. “Dad, how is Yunqing really?”
He Huaian glanced at his sleeping son and sighed softly. “His life isn’t in danger, but he’ll have a tough time recovering. It takes a hundred days for bones and tendons to heal—he broke four ribs. He’ll need to stay in bed for a while.”
Irene looked at He Yunqing with concern. “Thank goodness. But with Yunqing’s temperament, how could he possibly stay put?”
Jiang Yao breathed a sigh of relief herself—so he was out of danger.
Apparently, the rumors about emergency rescue were exaggerated.
As they spoke, He Yunqing slowly opened his eyes.

“Yunqing, how do you feel?” Irene hurried to his side.
He Yunqing gave a weak but gentle smile, shaking his head, but the pain made him wince despite himself.
“Hey, weren’t you supposed to give the injection?” Irene looked at Jiang Yao. “Why haven’t you?”
Jiang Yao swallowed nervously.
She wanted to, but she didn’t know how…
He Yunqing’s gaze fell lightly on Jiang Yao, standing awkwardly in the corner; in his clear eyes, her reflection appeared.
He smiled. “New nurse, not very practiced?”
Jiang Yao nodded.
“Nervous with so many watching?” He Yunqing asked gently, then turned to Irene and He Huaian. “Could you leave us for a moment?”
Irene glanced at Jiang Yao. “Maybe we should call another nurse. I saw on the news that sometimes inexperienced staff inject in the wrong place, and it can be dangerous.”
“Don’t say such things in front of her,” He Yunqing frowned slightly. “Let her do it.”
Irene shook her head, resigned, and tugged He Huaian’s arm. “Let’s go, Dad. When it comes to stubbornness, no one can outdo Yunqing.”
After Irene and He Huaian left, Jiang Yao still stood there, unmoving.
“You can give the shot now,” He Yunqing said softly. “Where should it go?”
Sweat began to bead on Jiang Yao’s forehead; she had no idea where to inject.
She only remembered from childhood that this kind of needle was always given in the hip.
With some embarrassment, she pointed to He Yunqing’s hip.
He Yunqing struggled to lift himself, but the pain made cold sweat bead on his brow. “Sorry, I can’t move. You’ll have to do it yourself.”
Beneath the mask, Jiang Yao’s mouth twisted anxiously. She lifted the blanket gingerly, reaching out…
“Wait,” He Yunqing suddenly stopped her. “I think I might have a fever. Could you check for me?”
“Hm?” Jiang Yao made a questioning sound, reaching out to feel his forehead.
His temperature was normal—no fever.
She was about to withdraw her hand when, suddenly, her slender wrist was caught in his strong grasp.
“Nurse, are you sure you don’t want to check again?” The man’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes lighting up…