Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 156 It Can't Be Hidden for Long

Qu Yanci moved his hand to her waist and gently massaged it. "Want to go for a spa massage this afternoon?"

"I'm not going." Shen Guining gave him a reproachful look. "They're all your kiss marks."

She didn't want to be laughed at.

Qu Yanci coaxed gently, "I'll give you a massage this afternoon."

Shen Guining looked at him with a suspicious gaze.

Is this a proper massage?
Qu Yanci paused for a moment, then found it amusing, "You don't trust me that much?"

Shen Guining accused, "You broke your promise last time, you should reflect on that."

This was the first time someone had asked him to reflect on his actions.

Qu Yanci chuckled, "Why do you still hold grudges?"

"Just remember that."

She not only remembers, she remembers it very clearly.

After breakfast, I left home at ten o'clock.

Private hospitals, appointments can be made in advance, no need to queue.

The attending physician was a renowned orthopedic expert, medical professor, and hospital director in China. Countless patients sought him out, making it extremely difficult to schedule an appointment.

After the X-ray examination, there were no problems. The hospital director said that she was recovering well, but she still needed to be extra careful with the wound in the future to avoid further injury.

"When can I start doing some simple dance moves?" Shen Guining asked.

She hadn't danced for over seven months.

Every time I see a video of someone else performing on stage online, I can't help but feel a sense of loss.

She started learning to dance at the age of seven and has continued for eighteen years. Except for days when she is injured or sick, she practices dancing almost every day.

This is the first time in so long.

The hospital director said, "A nurse will take you for a functional assessment in a little while. She will tell you which basic movements you can do."

Shen Guining breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, thank you, doctor."

"Miss Shen, please follow me." The nurse led the way to another room.

Qu Yanci released her hand. "I'll wait for you outside." Shen Guining nodded. "Okay."

Qu Yanci closed the door and turned to walk towards the dean's office.

The dean knew he would come back.

Qu Yanci cut to the chase and asked directly, "Please tell me, given the current recovery progress, is there any hope?"

“I’ll say it again.” The dean shook his head at him. “She had an old injury in her right foot before. It’s already good that she can walk normally after the surgery. She can do simple dance moves without much problem, but it’s difficult for her to do high-difficulty dance moves.”

Many movements in classical dance require power to be generated from the ankle joint; otherwise, it is impossible to complete them.

Qu Yanci was silent for a moment, then asked, "What if she really wants to try?"

He knew that girl too well; she could never give up dancing, her love for dance surpassed everything.

So after the surgery, he didn't dare tell her the truth and could only ask the doctor to keep it from her so that she could have a positive attitude while recovering.

During this period, I privately consulted many authoritative doctors, and the results were all the same.

He also knew that this matter couldn't be kept secret for long.

The dean sighed, "It could strain muscles, and in worse cases, cause further bone damage."

Qu Yanci looked somber and didn't dare linger for too long, fearing that Shen Guining wouldn't be able to find him when she came out.

"I understand, thank you for your trouble."

He opened the door, then abruptly stopped.

The little girl was standing outside the door at some point.

At that moment, Qu Yanci panicked for a moment.

Ningning.

Shen Guining looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

His tear ducts became uncontrollable, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

Qu Yanci took a step forward, pulled her into his arms, and pressed his palm against the back of her head to comfort her.

The fabric of his clothes was thin, and his tears smeared on his chest, as if seeping into his skin and burning his heart.