From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou was awakened by thirst.

He forced his eyelids open a crack, and the bright incandescent light made him squint.

The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, and the electrocardiogram monitor beeped in my ear.

hospital.

He moved his neck and felt a dull pain in his right shoulder, not severe, as if it was already healing.

"Oh, so the little wolfhound has finally decided to open his eyes?"

A lazy female voice drifted from the bedside, carrying a familiar languor.

Lu Yunzhou turned his head, and a bright face came close to him, scrutinizing him with a smile.

Her long, wavy hair was tucked behind her ears, she wore a white lab coat, and her makeup was simple and natural.

This person looks familiar...

Lu Yunzhou quickly recalled that it was Sister Rong, whom he had met at the underground secret room party that night.

"Sister Rong, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, you still remember me after all this time, at least you have a conscience."

"My real name is Luo Qingyi. I am now your attending physician. You can call me Sister Qingyi from now on."

Luo Qingyi waved her hand in front of his eyes. "How many?"

"Three."

Lu Yunzhou's voice was like sandpaper scraping against a piece of metal. "How many days have I been lying here?"

"For three whole days."

Luo Qingyi withdrew her hand. "How do you feel now?"

"It's okay, but my throat is so thirsty it feels like it's on fire."

"Wait."

Luo Qingyi got up and went to the water dispenser to get some water.

Underneath the white coat was a fitted dark green slip dress, and she wore pointed stilettos, her waistline swaying with each step.

Lu Yunzhou quickly looked away, propped himself up on his left arm and struggled to sit up, leaning against the headboard.

"Sip it slowly, don't choke."

Luo Qingyi returned with the cup, her palm naturally resting under his chin.

Lu Yunzhou took it, tilted his head back, and drank it down. The warm water slid over his parched throat, and he felt much better.

"Your constitution is strange."

Luo Qingyi pressed down on the outside of his right shoulder to examine it. "I've never seen a scab like this formed in just three days after a penetrating wound. I've been a surgeon for over ten years."

Lu Yunzhou touched the wound with his left hand; the scab was thick and hard, and pressing it only caused a slight soreness: "Maybe the foundation is still okay."

"Alright, now that you're awake, I'll let that CEO Su know I'm safe."

Luo Qingyi took out her phone and dialed a number. She leaned against the windowsill and said a few words, indicating that she was probably awake and in good condition.

After hanging up the phone, I turned around and saw Lu Yunzhou lifting the blanket. I rushed over and pressed his shoulder back down.

"What are you doing? Lie down properly, or your wound will reopen."

Lu Yunzhou looked troubled: "Sister Qingyi, I need to go to the restroom."

"Toilet?"

Luo Qingyi looked him up and down, and seeing that he really looked frustrated, she sighed, "Alright, I'll help you over there."

She bent down and put his left arm on her shoulder, struggling to pull him off the bed.

With heels that are seven or eight centimeters high, the two people are about the same height and can just hold each other.

The two moved slowly to the bathroom door, and Luo Qingyi reached out and pushed the door open.

"I can do it myself."

Lu Yunzhou quickly spoke up.

"President Su's exact words were, 'Keep a close eye on me every step of the way. If you get hurt or injured inside, I won't be able to explain it to her.'"

Luo Qingyi leaned against the door frame, her expression one of utter nonchalance.

"But after all..."

"I'm the doctor, you're the patient. What are you being so coy about? Hurry up."

Luo Qingyi glanced at him sideways.

Lu Yunzhou thought about it and realized that since the other person was a doctor, it was only natural for him to take care of patients.

I was just being dramatic.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Qingyi."

Once inside the bathroom, Luo Qingyi had him hold onto the stainless steel handle on the wall with his left hand, while she supported his waist from behind.

"Hold on tight, I can't withstand your weight if you fall."

Lu Yunzhou's expression froze as soon as he was about to make a move.

My right arm is so weak from shoulder to wrist that I can't even reach the buttons on my waist, let alone undo my belt.

He stood there, his ears burning hot.

"What are you standing there for? Aren't you in a hurry?"

Luo Qingyi peeked out from behind.

"I...can't lift my right hand."

The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Luo Qingyi paused for a moment, then clicked her tongue: "I forgot you injured your right side. Alright, stop standing there, I'll take care of it."

After finishing, Luo Qingyi looked down at the water stains on the ground, then looked up at him with a complicated expression.

"Your aim is absolutely terrible."

"...I can't use my hands, I can't control the direction."

Lu Yunzhou wished he could press his face into the wall.

"I'm truly impressed by you."

Luo Qingyi shook her head and had no choice but to reach out and help him hold it in place herself.

Throughout the process, Lu Yunzhou kept his eyes closed and silently recited the incantation of the "Creation Technique" three times in his mind.

Back in his hospital bed, Lu Yunzhou lay on his back and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

After a while, Luo Qingyi came out of the bathroom, wiped her hands with a tissue and threw it into the trash can. She slowly walked to the bed and sat down, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

"Are you pretending? Your eyes are darting around under your eyelids. Do you want something to eat?"

I'm not very hungry.

Lu Yunzhou opened his eyes and quickly changed the subject, "Do you have any fruit? I'd like an apple."

"Wait."

Luo Qingyi rummaged through the bedside table and found a red Fuji apple. She took a folding fruit knife, sat back in her chair, and deftly began peeling it.

Lu Yunzhou's gaze inadvertently swept over the name tag on the left chest of her white coat.

Luo Qingyi, Dean of Sheng'an Municipal Hospital.

He was completely stunned.

Dean.

The top leader.

At the last gathering in the underground chamber, this woman, who called herself Sister Rong, wore a tight-fitting tank top and played with a wine bottle with me. When she drew the punishment card, she was incredibly uninhibited...

The composed and dignified demeanor of the person in the white coat before them was completely at odds with this image.

Su Qingwan's group of best friends are all incredibly secretive.

"Sister Qingyi".

Lu Yunzhou couldn't help but ask, "Are you the...director of this hospital?"

A piece of the fruit peel in Luo Qingyi's hand broke off. Following his gaze, she looked at her chest and smiled.

"What's wrong? It doesn't look like it?"

"It doesn't really look like it."

Lu Yunzhou spoke frankly, "I thought you were at most a department head, but it turns out that the dean himself personally brought me water and peeled an apple."

"Do you think I deserve to have this sign on me?"

Luo Qingyi put down her knife, tilted her head, and smiled at him.

Lu Yunzhou's gaze unconsciously swept over the neckline of her petticoat before he quickly looked away: "It suits you perfectly, it suits you so well."

Where did your eyes wander off to?

Luo Qingyi smiled and patted his forehead. "The patient is still restless."

"I'm looking at the employee ID card."

Lu Yunzhou raised his left hand to signal surrender.

After finishing the apple and chatting for a while, Luo Qingyi's phone rang. She glanced at the screen, stood up, and picked up the folder on the corner of the table.

"I have some things to take care of. You stay put and don't cause any trouble."

"it is good."

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Lu Yunzhou waited for more than ten seconds to make sure the person was far away, then propped himself up to get out of bed and locked the ward door from the inside.

He returned to the bed, sat cross-legged, placed his palms on his knees, and began to circulate the "Creation Technique".

True energy surges from the dantian and flows around the meridians.

The warm breath seeped into the muscles around the wound on my right shoulder, and the lingering dull pain seemed to dissolve little by little as the hot water was poured in, until it vanished completely.

Lu Yunzhou had been recuperating for less than forty minutes when he heard the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor outside the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob being turned.

It's locked.

"Cloud Boat?"

Su Qingwan's voice came through the door.