An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 182 He Belongs Only to Her
After composing herself, Chu Yao went down to the seventh floor and then went to the thoracic surgery department on the fourth floor.

As I approached the nurses' station, I heard three or five nurses chatting together, probably having taken a break. They were making quite a racket.

"Yesterday at noon I wanted to eat sour jujube cake from the west of the city, but after someone came all the way back with it, I suddenly said I didn't want to eat it anymore. Now I want to eat candied hawthorn from Fulu Street."

This morning when I went to change her dressing, I heard her say she wanted to eat the famous milk skin from that place in Heyun County. Heyun County is so far from here! Even if you drive there and back, it would take at least three hours. If you ask me, why does she have to eat from that place? There's a state-run store on the first floor of the store on the next street that sells it.

The other person's partner didn't complain at all, just put on their coat and went to buy it. Tsk~ I'd be thankful if my partner had half that kind of awareness.

Someone joked, "Before you got married, your husband was quite a frequent visitor to deliver things to us."

Some people remarked, "She's really a living ancestor! She's undeniably beautiful, but she's also incredibly difficult to please. What man could stand that for long?"

Just then, Chu Yao tapped on the nurses' station counter with her finger, cleared her throat, and asked, "Excuse me, is there a patient named Meng Youyou in the thoracic surgery department? If so, could you please help me find out which ward she's in?"

For a moment, the once bustling nurses' station fell into dead silence, and the women looked at each other with different expressions.

One of the nurses, who looked a little older, was the first to speak up: "Oh, Meng Youyou is in room six. Go straight this way, then turn left, and walk to the end, the third room on the right." She leaned half her body out from behind the counter, pointing out the general location with her arm.

After thanking her, Chu Yao left. As she turned the corner along the straight path of the corridor, she saw a tall man standing in front of a ward about ten meters away.

He was holding a white plastic food bag in one hand, his fingers gripping the bag so tightly that it seemed as if the oiled paper bowl contained something incredibly heavy, and the two thin plastic straps were deformed from his grip.

The man peered into the room through a small pane of glass in the ward door, his profile gloomy.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Yao still walked over quietly.

……

The sky was a deep, jewel-like blue, with a few wisps of thin clouds drifting lazily like cotton wool.

The landscaping of the garden downstairs in the hospital is quite pleasing to the eye, with neatly trimmed holly trees of deep green leaves lining both sides of the road.

In the center of the garden, there was a neat, circular boxwood grove, with reddish-brown shrubs. Chu Yao and Huo Qingshan sat at opposite ends of a long wooden bench next to the boxwood.

Both were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and neither spoke, as they weren't familiar with each other.

Sitting outside in the sun during winter is quite comfortable. The warm sunshine on your body seems to dispel some of the gloom in your heart, and you can even feel a sense of ease that you haven't felt in a long time.

When Chu Yao opened her eyes, she found that the man was still in the same position as he had been a dozen minutes ago, with his head down and his gaze fixed on the watch on his right wrist, as if he hadn't looked away for a moment.

Chu Yao followed the man's gaze to the watch face with a puzzled look. What could she possibly see by staring at it? Wasn't the watch just a second hand moving in tiny increments?

Chu Yao didn't understand his behavior of staring at the watch so intently without fail.

But it couldn't help but attract her attention, and she lingered there for a while. Chu Yao saw that the black second hand on the dial moved to the silver dot at the top of the dial, and at the same time, it coincided with the hour and minute hands, exactly at noon.

The next second, the man's wrist fell back onto his knee, and Chu Yao saw him look up at the main building of the inpatient department in front of him, as if he were looking up at one of the windows.

About two minutes later, the man suddenly stood up, turned to Chu Yao and said, "You can go up now, but please keep it short. She just had painkillers and needs to rest."

At this moment, Chu Yao finally understood what he had been waiting for by counting down the seconds.

……

Chu Yao gently pushed the door open and went in. The girl lying on the hospital bed must have heard the noise, because she looked over in the direction of the sound.

In that instant, Chu Yao seemed to see a hint of disappointment, a touch of surprise, and a quickly concealed weariness in her eyes.

Meng Youyou asked with a slight smile, "Why did you come here?"

Chu Yao stepped closer and replied, "My grandmother is hospitalized here. I heard you were also in this hospital, so I came to see you."

"Oh, so it's on the way?" Meng Youyou joked.

Chu Yao didn't explain, but took out a tube of ointment from her pocket and placed it on the bedside table next to the hospital bed. "Hmm. I saw a pharmacy on the way and bought some frostbite ointment. I didn't know if you still need it?"

Meng Youyou just smiled and didn't give a direct answer.

When Huo Qingshan reached the door, Chu Yao was standing in the room speaking: "Director Qi gave me a few days off and told me to take care of things at home before going back to work. Actually, I came here to thank you in person. If you hadn't gone to my house... to the Chu family to find me, I might have just vanished into thin air and no one would have cared."

Meng Youyou scoffed and said incredulously, "Comrade Chu Yao, aren't you being far too disrespectful of the organization's personnel management system?"

How could no one care when a clinic with such a severe shortage of talent suddenly loses such a skilled young backbone?
A few days ago, Xiao Li was telling me in the car that he was disappointed he didn't see Dr. Chu when he went to the infirmary for his injection.

Chu Yao was the first to notice Huo Qingshan carrying things in. The two pretended that it was the first time they had met, and Chu Yao greeted Huo Qingshan: "Battalion Commander Huo."

Huo Qingshan nodded slightly to the man in response.

"You bought it?" Meng Youyou asked with a smile.

"Hmm," Huo Qingshan walked to the bedside, and Chu Yao promptly made way for him. The man said softly, "The journey is a bit long. Have you been waiting long?"

Meng Youyou smiled and shook her head: "It's okay." She then licked her lips in a very cooperative manner, looking very expectant. "Isn't it said that the longer you wait for something, the better it usually tastes? If you get something too easily, you're more likely to take it for granted?"

Huo Qingshan walked straight to the bedside, pulled out a chair from under the bed frame, sat down, and held up the bag in his hand, shaking it. "Want to eat it now? It'll taste better while it's fresh."

Meng Youyou turned her face away, her dark eyes darting around in their sockets, and her lips murmured softly, "There...someone...is...there!" Her voice was so soft that it was completely inaudible.

Huo Qingshan could only barely make out what she was mumbling by looking at her lips.

He lowered his voice and asked with a laugh, "Shy?"

During this period, Meng Youyou could only lie flat and her movements were limited. Huo Qingshan fed her three meals a day.

Meng Youyou sniffed, her face full of righteous indignation, and said, "Showing affection in public is very immoral. We shouldn't be like that!"

Chu Yao, standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh at the scene. Suddenly, she remembered Huo Qingshan's instructions before going upstairs, so she said goodbye: "I have something to do, so I'll go first. Take good care of your injury, and I'll come to see you again next time I'm on vacation."

After Chu Yao left, Meng Youyou turned to Huo Qingshan and scolded him: "Why didn't you take a chair over for the guest to sit on? You came in and just sat down. She might feel that we don't welcome her, or she might feel that she disturbed us, which is why she left after only saying a few words."

Huo Qingshan opened the plastic bag, and a milky aroma immediately wafted out. He put the soup spoon into the bowl and said, "I'll pay attention next time."

"And another thing, when others greet you, why don't you smile? Huo Qingshan, you have such a strong bureaucratic air about you!"

"Ah."

Meng Youyou kept talking, and he agreed to everything she said. Huo Qingshan knew that she wanted to act as energetic as possible while the medicine was in full effect, so as to put his mind at ease.

Since she wants to do this, he should cooperate with her idea so that she can get what she wants.

After finishing the milk skin, Meng Youyou fell asleep. This was one of the few times she could rest during the day—the first two or three hours after the injection. The pain relief wouldn't be as effective after that, and she wouldn't have to wait until 8 p.m. for the next injection.

Huo Qingshan glanced at the girl's hand, which was partially exposed by the corner of the blanket. Her fair skin was slightly bluish-purple. He strode to the other side of the bed and turned down the speed of the anti-inflammatory IV drip.

……

Meng Youyou opened her eyes, not knowing how long she had slept, and saw the man resting with one elbow on the bedside table, his hand clenched into a fist against his forehead, his eyes closed.

That's just how he is. No matter when or where, even when he's sleeping, he always has a straight posture with his back ramrod straight, just like a... model student.
Meng Youyou was amused by the "outrageous analogy" that suddenly popped into her head. This person... no matter who he met, he had a stubborn and unyielding temper. He was not the kind of person that teachers and leaders would like!
Meng Youyou slowly moved her head closer to look at his face, wanting to see it more clearly.

When he's awake, he acts like nothing's wrong, but why is his brow still furrowed when he's asleep? He looks fierce.

Meng Youyou slowly stretched out a hand from under the covers and touched his brow, trying to gently smooth out the knot.

As her lover, she didn't need him to be an impenetrable fortress, nor did she need him to be a pillar of strength. Meng Youyou sincerely hoped that her mortal lover could live an ordinary and simple life with her, becoming a couple of ordinary lovers lost in the crowd.

He had no lofty ambitions, no selflessness; he belonged only to her, and no one else.

She may never voice such a greedy and selfish thought, never tell him, and never tell anyone in the world.

She would only think of him secretly on the days when she couldn't see him, in the quiet of the night, when she missed him. Then, after waking up, she would wrap her heart in a hard shell and, in broad daylight, pretend to be a fearless warrior like him, a person who looked radiant.

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