Lou Yuming's injuries worsened.
After Shao Cheng had dealt with everything again, he said to Song Xi, "I'll leave him to you for now. I need to handle some matters. Remember, no more letting Anna get near him!"
He seemed quite wary of Anna.
Why?
Entering the ward, Lou Yuming lay on the bed. Song Xi watched him for a long time, then gently took his long, slender hand.
...
Half a month later, Lou Yuming's condition had improved. Anna hadn't returned to the hospital since that day. Song Xi asked Shao Cheng about it, but he remained tight-lipped, only telling her to focus on taking care of Lou Yuming.
Since they were in the same hospital, Song Xi visited her brother whenever she had time. With Sister Wang taking care of him, she wasn't too worried.
The verdict for Zhou Qiao's trial came out quickly. No lawyer dared to take his case. Kidnapping and intentional assault carried a sentence of over ten years. It was said that Liu Sisi cried for a whole day in her bedroom upon hearing the news.
Time flew by, and it was now New Year's Eve. Song Xi received blessing messages from Ge Baitao and Xiao Mo early in the morning.
This long-lost warmth enveloped her tightly. She suddenly felt that she would be very happy this year.
The WeChat notification chime vibrated incessantly in the ward.
Song Xi sat on the sofa, her face beaming with a smile, completely oblivious to the man on the bed staring at her expressionlessly.
So happy?
Lou Yuming's peripheral vision glanced at his phone. It was silent, without a single notification. In this atmosphere, it was less substantial than a brick.
"Cough, cough—"
He deliberately made a sound to attract Song Xi's attention.
"What is it?"
She finally put down her phone and walked over.
Lou Yuming's voice was low, and he uttered one word from his thin lips: "Water."
Song Xi handed him the cup. He took a sip, then casually handed it back to her.
He asked knowingly, "What day is it today? Why is it so noisy outside?"
"New Year's Eve. Tomorrow is the Spring Festival."
"Oh," he replied curtly. He looked out the window at the festive decorations and the red lanterns hanging on the trees, commenting coldly, "Noisy."
Strictly speaking, this was the first New Year they had spent together.
Song Xi had been busy taking care of him recently, exhausted like a nanny.
As if on purpose, as soon as he regained his energy, he started to be picky and difficult, complaining that the food wasn't to his taste one moment and that her care was insufficient the next.
Song Xi endured it each time. Later, when she couldn't take it anymore and lost her temper a few times, he reined himself in, saying he was a patient.
A patient?
Song Xi felt that he could now walk freely, run eight hundred meters in one go, and his physical condition was even better than hers.
In the evening, the hospital staff came to distribute red envelopes to patients in every VIP room.
Seeing that the patient on the bed was Lou Yuming, the staff member slipped an extra one into his hand.
"Happy New Year's Eve, Mr. Lou!"
Lou Yuming didn't respond. Song Xi accepted it with a smile and said, "Thank you."
Most of these red envelopes were just for good luck, probably not containing much money. To her surprise, Song Xi was stunned when she opened hers.
One thousand per red envelope, two thousand for two! So generous, indeed worthy of Yunji Hospital!
Song Xi took one for herself. Although she benefited from Lou Yuming's status, she felt she deserved it after taking care of him for so long.
She offered the other one to him, but Lou Yuming didn't even look at it.
"If you don't want it, give it to me. Consider it your New Year's money for me."
New Year's money?
Lou Yuming frowned. "Am I that old?"
Song Xi raised an eyebrow, a sly smile appearing in her eyes.
Lou Yuming's face fell, and he reached out to her. "Give it to me."
Song Xi snorted, "Stingy," and then threw the red envelope onto the bed.
A while later, Yao Yifan came to deliver change of clothes. Before leaving, Lou Yuming gave him the hospital red envelopes.
Yao Yifan was flattered. "Thank you, Sir!"
Song Xi was speechless. Not only did he use borrowed flowers to show goodwill, but he also did it in front of her. If she didn't give hers, it would make her look selfish and petty. So, she also gave her hospital red envelope to Yao Yifan.
"Miss Song, thank you."
Song Xi forced a smile.
After Yao Yifan left, Song Xi complained, "Why does he get everything?"
Lou Yuming raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Then what about mine?"
Song Xi chuckled. A capitalist demanding red envelopes, how shameless!