Misunderstanding
They held hands tightly together
No need for more words, Jian Qing instantly understood it was a misunderstanding.
Lu Yinxi moved the rose flowers back to the living room, picked up the card thrown to the edge of the table, and read it sentence by sentence to Jian Qing. After reading, she added with a sour tone: “Kept close to the body, easy to take out, it seems it didn’t disappoint ta’s affection.”
These words were both sour and affected, sounding like lines from a script.
Jian Qing, not accustomed to listening, reached out and lightly pinched Lu Yinxi’s cheek.
Lu Yinxi pouted and said nothing more.
Jian Qing took the small cards from her hand and threw them into the trash can.
The rose flowers were all soaked in nutrient solution, their color still fresh.
Jian Qing did not discard them but packed them up and donated them to the community’s property management.
The property management often organizes activities for the elderly and gatherings for young people, using them to decorate the venue.
After handling these matters, she returned home.
Lu Yinxi was swinging back and forth on the balcony’s hanging chair. When she saw Jian Qing return, she turned her head away, somewhat unwilling to pay attention to her.
Jian Qing walked over, bent down, and turned her head back, explaining, “I thought it was you.”
She thought it was sent by her, so she kept the card close.
She thought it was sent by her, so she carefully tended to the flowers.
Her facial expression was faint, but her eyes and tone while explaining were serious.
Feeling Jian Qing’s seriousness, Lu Yinxi’s heart was like a pond rippled by the spring breeze, waves gently swaying, and she softly said, “Mm, if it were me, I would also misunderstand. After all, that night I happened to give you a red rose. I wouldn’t specially buy flowers for you.”
“Why?”
“You’re indifferent to those fresh flowers. Sending you a bunch of red roses is not as good as buying a cantaloupe to enjoy together.”
Jian Qing is a pragmatist; she prefers things with practical value over pretty but useless decorations.
“Not necessarily.” Jian Qing’s fingertip lightly tapped Lu Yinxi’s forehead.
Depends on who sent it.
If a certain person sent it, even if it were a piece of stone, she would treasure it.
Lu Yinxi guessed her implied meaning, grabbed her finger, clenched it in her palm, and looking at her, couldn’t help but smile.
Jian Qing also looked at her, suddenly leaned in close, clasped her head with one hand, and kissed her brow.
Cold lips fell between her brows, like a touch of snow had descended.
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The waves in her heart swaying instantly turned into a turbulent storm.
Lu Yinxi shrank in the hemisphere-shaped hanging chair, and Jian Qing leaned over, pressing down, like savoring a delicious pastry, the kiss slid from her brow to the corner of her lips.
“Mm… can’t bear the weight of two people, it will fall…” Lu Yinxi gently pushed her, worried the hanging chair would fall.
A mood-spoiling push and block.
Jian Qing released Lu Yinxi, pushed the hanging chair like a swing, and the hanging chair swung back and forth gently. The person in the hanging chair, blushing, looked up at her.
She gave a slight smile and tapped Lu Yinxi’s brow again: “Accompany me to sleep.”
The work at the hospital was too tiring, and at night, when accompanying Jian Qing to sleep, she didn’t make any noise, at most giving a goodnight kiss like a dragonfly touching water before falling into a deep sleep.
Sleeping beside Lu Yinxi, her sleep quality was surprisingly good, without nightmares to disturb her, occasionally even able to sleep with the light off.
Lu Yinxi would take the opportunity while she was asleep to secretly kiss her cheek, pretending nothing happened the next day.
Jian Qing never exposed her, also pretending not to know.
For six consecutive mornings, she received anonymous roses, and the people in the department started teasing Jian Qing.
Jian Qing no longer calmly accepted them and didn’t inquire who sent them, instead asking Wei Mingming to send them to the first-floor clinic’s reception desk, hanging a sign for free flowers, letting people take them at will.
On the seventh day, Jian Qing arrived at work a few minutes early and happened to run into the flower shop employee making the delivery.
Jian Qing stuffed the bouquet on the table back into the employee’s arms, politely declining: “Thank you for the flowers these days, but starting tomorrow, please don’t send them anymore.”
The employee, looking troubled, said: “A customer paid a month’s deposit, asking me to deliver come rain or shine, ensuring they arrive at your office before eight so you see a bouquet of roses with dewdrops.”
“One month?”
“Yes, one month.” Such a grand gesture of business is also rare, and the flower shop employee subtly hoped Jian Qing would inquire about the other party’s information, “So please accept this bouquet, and don’t disappoint the sender’s intention.”
Jian Qing did not take the flowers, nor did she care who the sender was, calmly stating: “No matter how long the order is for, starting tomorrow, please do not send any more; otherwise, I will have security remove you for harassment.”
Her words were not very polite, and the flower shop employee awkwardly left with the flowers, muttering before leaving: “Looks good, but why is the temper so strange…”
Wei Mingming asked: “Boss, who sent them?”
Jian Qing: “I don’t know.”
Zhang Yue said: “They’ve put effort into pursuing.”
Wei Mingming, from a female perspective, said: “What effort is sending flowers? It’s not personally delivered, just spending money, which to me, is the least sincere way to pursue someone.”
Zhang Yue countered: “This money spent isn’t a small amount, right?”
Jian Qing raised her hand to stop their argument: “Later, during the administration ward round, go check the medical records again.”
The two immediately fell silent, grabbing two computers to check each other’s written medical records.
There was a clinic session in the morning, and Jian Qing went with Wei Mingming to attend.
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As the morning passed, Jian Qing received a message from Lu Yinxi: “We’ve finished work and are having boxed meals. I’m coming to the clinic to find you.”
Jian Qing glanced at it, simply replied with “Mm”, and finished seeing the last few patients.
The last female patient came in and sat down.
Jian Qing’s gaze was still on the computer screen, reviewing Wei Mingming’s written clinic records, and she extended her hand to the patient for the consultation card: “Give me the card, what are we checking?”
The female patient handed her the consultation card: “It seems there might be some issue with my breast, I’d like you to help me check it.”
Jian Qing was about to swipe the card on the sensor, and upon hearing this, handed the card back to her, turned her head, and said: “If it’s not mid to late-stage breast cancer, this is not the primary consultation department. You can first go to the breast clinic.”
The woman seated there, with a full smile, looked at Jian Qing: “Ah Qing, I have returned to the country, and finally can come to find you. Don’t you like the roses I sent? Then I’ll change them tomorrow.”
Jian Qing recognized her, maintaining a cold attitude, her tone even slightly mocking: “Have you watched too many TV dramas? I can see you outside of work hours, but during work hours, if you are not sick, registering is a waste of medical resources. Wei Mingming, go check if there are any patients outside who haven’t registered.”
Wei Mingming, who was ready to watch the drama, instantly corrected her expression and went out to see if there were still any patients waiting at the door.
Tumors are considered serious illnesses, and patients and their families tend to go to big hospitals for consultations, so many patients and families travel long distances from rural areas, small counties, and small cities to provincial hospitals for treatment. Some elderly people don’t know how to make online appointments and still seek help from nurses on-site to register. It’s not easy to see a doctor, and some who haven’t registered for the day will linger by the clinic door, hoping a kind doctor will add them to the list.
The woman smiled and explained: “Ah Qing, you’ve misunderstood me. I didn’t register, so I didn’t waste medical resources. I only came in after all your patients had left.”
Wei Mingming came in and said: “Boss, there are no more patients, and no one needs an added registration, except for this lady…”
She hesitated, looking at Jian Qing.
Jian Qing said: “You can finish for the day.”
Wei Mingming acknowledged, taking off her white coat, and before leaving, her eyes darted between Jian Qing and the unfamiliar woman, with a hint of curiosity.
Jian Qing gave her a look, and only then did she reluctantly look away, slipping out quietly.
On her way back to the department, Wei Mingming ran into Lu Yinxi, who was coming to the clinic to find Jian Qing, and hurriedly approached with a gossiping expression: “xiaolu, xiaolu! Your cousin has a situation!”
Lu Yinxi, puzzled, asked: “What situation?”
“Isn’t there always someone anonymously sending flowers to my boss recently? Guess who it is?”
“Who?”
“A woman, and it seems to be someone the boss knows. Really unexpected. I had heard that even female students confessed to her before; I didn’t expect she truly attracts both men and women.”
Lu Yinxi’s first reaction wasn’t jealousy, but she smilingly reminded Wei Mingming: “It’s fine to tell me, but don’t spread it around when you’re back in the department.”
The hospital environment is traditional and closed. This kind of same-sex rumor isn’t necessarily a good thing. Originally, it was the same-sex pursuing Jian Qing, but if it spreads, it might turn into Jian Qing pursuing the same-sex.
Wei Mingming whispered: “I understand, I understand. I’ll just share it with you and Zhang Yue. Zhang Yue is also tight-lipped, so don’t worry!”
Wei Mingming returned to the department, and Lu Yinxi walked to Jian Qing’s clinic, looking at the tightly closed door, remaining silent.
The nearby clinics had already been disinfected and closed, but Jian Qing’s room still had the LED screen above the door lit, displaying “Patient in consultation, please wait a moment” in black background with red text, alternating back and forth.
The room’s door was well soundproofed, so she couldn’t hear the conversation inside.
Lu Yinxi didn’t plan to eavesdrop or urge them; she quietly stood at the door, waiting for them to come out.
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The waiting time seemed particularly long as she kept speculating in her mind about the relationship between the two, pondering the other person’s character and appearance.
She thought that if the other person is of upright character and if they both have mutual affection, then she would silently leave, wishing them a long-lasting companionship.
Thinking again, she felt that the act of continuously sending flowers to pursue was inevitably too attention-grabbing and not steady enough in conduct…
Before she finished weighing her thoughts, the door opened.
A stranger woman came out tightly holding Jian Qing’s hand.
Lu Yinxi’s gaze lingered on their tightly held hands for two seconds, her heart felt as if cut by a knife, waves of dull pain passing through.
She maintained her politeness and nodded slightly with a smile.
Jian Qing saw her, freed herself from the hand holding hers, and said to the woman: “Jian Shu, I already have a lunch appointment today, but I’m free in the evening. Call your sister Fu Yuan, and let’s gather together. I don’t suggest you give up now; there’s still great hope for treatment.”
The author has something to say:
Actually, not completely a love rival. A seriously ill person does not plan to compete, more like an assist in the situation~~~