Chapter 30: Jealousy
After the IV was finished, sure enough, the person who came to remove the needle was not that young nurse. Instead, it was a middle-aged nurse with some years on her, surnamed Zhang. She spoke gently and smiled kindly. He barely felt a thing when she removed the needle—her professional skills were far superior to that gossip-loving young nurse.
Not long after, Dr. Zhang came by together with Nurse Zhang. He didn’t mention the young nurse at all, but introduced Nurse Zhang to Jiang Yu, saying she was his second uncle’s cousin—absolutely reliable, someone who wouldn’t talk nonsense or ask improper questions.
There was something implied in Dr. Zhang’s words. Jiang Yu wasn’t interested in what happened to the young nurse. He exchanged a couple of polite words with Dr. Zhang, and then both Dr. Zhang and Nurse Zhang left. Mornings were the busiest time at the hospital.
Aunt Chen had stewed some oxtail soup, rich and fragrant. Jiang Yu was drinking it with great satisfaction when Wang Huan bustled in, excitedly saying, “Brother Yu, good news! I just saw that young nurse packing up her bedding and rolling out—she’s been fired by the hospital. Hehe, you should’ve seen it. That little Holy Mother was crying her eyes out. Dr. Zhang was stern as ever, standing at the elevator, watching her leave.”
Jiang Yu frowned. “Why did she leave? Did you complain to Dr. Zhang?”
“Absolutely not. I don’t even know how Dr. Zhang found out,” Wang Huan swore immediately, then suddenly had a flash of insight. “Could it be that she made some other mistake and got kicked out? She loves meddling so much—maybe she offended someone and got thrown out.”
Jiang Yu frowned, still looking at Wang Huan suspiciously.
The young nurse had been working at the hospital for four years. How could she suddenly make a mistake and be fired—and right after she scolded him?
Feeling wronged under Jiang Yu’s gaze, Wang Huan raised both hands to the sky in oath. “I really didn’t. I didn’t even say a word to Dr. Zhang today.”
“Could it be Mr. Han?” Aunt Chen chimed in suddenly as she came out of the bathroom after washing a towel, having overheard their conversation.
Both of them froze. Jiang Yu looked at Aunt Chen and asked, somewhat unconvinced, “Aunt Chen, did you tell Han Cheng?”
Aunt Chen shook her head. “No. It was Mr. Han who called me and asked if a nurse had bullied you. I told him everything that young nurse said.”
“How did Han Cheng know I was bullied by a nurse?” Jiang Yu was even more puzzled.
“That I don’t know. Mr. Han called me,” Aunt Chen shook her head again.
Jiang Yu curled his lips, widening his eyes as he scanned the room. That bastard hadn’t installed surveillance cameras in the ward, had he? How did he know everything?
“How are you feeling today, Mr. Jiang?” After finishing his morning rounds, Dr. Zhang came by as usual to check on Jiang Yu.
“Much better. I still can’t move much, but it doesn’t hurt as badly,” Jiang Yu said, hesitating. He wanted to ask about the young nurse.
“Do you need anything in daily life? If there’s anything you need, Mr. Jiang, just let us know—we’ll definitely meet your requirements.”
“No, there’s nothing I need. Everything here is complete.”
“Our hospital wants to provide you with a good treatment environment. We can guarantee the hardware facilities, but we failed on the personnel side. On behalf of the hospital, I’d like to formally apologize to you.
I heard that Liu Ya said some nonsense to you this morning. We’ve already dismissed her, and we’ve also issued a disciplinary notice about her throughout the national medical system. In the future, no hospital will hire her.”
Before Jiang Yu could even ask, Dr. Zhang explained everything himself.
Liu Ya—that was the young nurse from yesterday who shipped Ji Xu and Han Cheng.
Since Dr. Zhang brought it up, Jiang Yu asked his lingering question. “Dr. Zhang, how did you know what Liu Ya said to me? Did someone report her to you?”
“Not exactly. Liu Ya came to me herself, saying she wanted to be transferred to be Meng Yi’s special-care nurse. I asked her why, but she wouldn’t say.
I was worried she might be harmful to you, so I told President Han. It was President Han who told me what nonsense she had said. We can’t keep a nurse who’s gone crazy over idol-chasing.
She also went to Meng Yi to badmouth you and pestered him for entertainment industry gossip. Meng Yi was fed up and filed a complaint against her.
So we took the opportunity and dismissed her. Don’t worry, Mr. Jiang—my cousin has been a nurse for nearly twenty years. She’s far more experienced than Liu Ya.”
“I could tell. Sister Zhang didn’t hurt me at all when she removed the needle today,” Jiang Yu replied politely.
The truth was clear now. Liu Ya went to Dr. Zhang asking for a transfer; Dr. Zhang sensed something was wrong and contacted Han Cheng. Han Cheng then asked Aunt Chen, who told him everything Liu Ya had said. Han Cheng went back to Dr. Zhang—and right at that time, Meng Yi filed a complaint.
After all that, Liu Ya had only herself to blame for getting herself fired.
Sometimes Jiang Yu really couldn’t understand the behavior of some crazy fans. For an idol who didn’t even know they existed, they ended up ruining themselves—what were they really after?
Wang Qianqian, Tao Ran, Liu Ya—Ji Xu already had three brain-dead fans. This guy’s persona was really well managed.
Jiang Yu had debuted for six years as well. Forced by Han Cheng, he’d had several major hit resources every year. He was quite a familiar face in the entertainment industry, yet now he probably didn’t even have a single die-hard fan.
He felt a little jealous of Ji Xu.
Jiang Yu’s waist needed rest. After lying in the hospital for almost half a month, he could already move his waist, and sitting for a while was no problem.
The hospital was crowded with people coming and going. There were often curious onlookers who wanted to see a celebrity—standing at the door of his ward, poking their heads in to peek through the glass, phones in hand to take pictures.
Some were even worse, knocking on the door nonstop, trying to come in, until Wang Huan called security to take them away.
Jiang Yu actually had it pretty good. Meng Yi, according to rumors, was being surrounded like a monkey every day. Occasionally, Jiang Yu could even hear Meng Yi’s furious curses echoing down the hallway.
Because of the constant harassment by paparazzi and fans, Meng Yi even trended on the hot searches once while recuperating from his injury. The whole internet condemned this kind of “sasaeng fan” behavior, but people still kept coming in droves to secretly photograph Meng Yi.
Jiang Yu didn’t want to be treated like a monkey on display. Feeling that his waist was doing okay, he firmly insisted on being discharged and going home.
Dr. Zhang wanted him to stay in the hospital until he was completely healed before going home. After all, “it takes a hundred days to recover from damaged muscles and bones.” Jiang Yu’s waist had already been broken once and never healed properly. If it didn’t heal well this time either and left complications, he might end up spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Jiang Yu didn’t care where he spent his later years. He argued with Dr. Zhang for a while, and Dr. Zhang said he’d go ask Han Cheng and then ran off.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Jiang Yu rolled his eyes. Even being discharged required Han Cheng’s approval? There was no such clause in the law. Han Cheng had been going in and out with Ji Xu every day these past two weeks—how would he have the mind to care whether Jiang Yu was discharged or not?
Jiang Yu waited in the ward for a long time but never saw Dr. Zhang come back. He figured Han Cheng must have disagreed.
Tired of sitting, Jiang Yu went back to bed and lay down. Just as he was thinking about how he could get discharged, Han Cheng suddenly walked in.
The bastard was impeccably dressed in a suit, glowing with good spirits, looking every bit the respectable gentleman. It seemed that love had been nourishing him these days—he was doing quite well.
As soon as Han Cheng came in, he slid his big hand under Jiang Yu’s clothes and kneaded his waist, asking, “You want to be discharged?”
“Yeah. Look at my hands—IV drips every day. Both hands are all bruised,” Jiang Yu said. To get discharged, he pulled out his ultimate weapon: acting cute, offering both hands in front of Han Cheng.
Han Cheng touched the back of Jiang Yu’s hand and stared at him for a moment for no apparent reason, looking somewhat unhappy.
Jiang Yu blinked his innocent big eyes, his heart thumping wildly. What was wrong with this man, so moody? He hadn’t done anything—why was he suddenly unhappy?
Han Cheng stared at Jiang Yu for a while, until sweat started to bead on Jiang Yu’s forehead. Then suddenly he smiled, held Jiang Yu’s hands and examined them, kissing the bruises on the backs of his hands with distress. “If you want to go home, then go home. But the moment your waist feels off, have Wang Huan send you back to the hospital immediately. Don’t ever drag it out, understand?”
“Got it. This is my waist—if something feels wrong, I’ll be the first to run back,” Jiang Yu said seriously, clasping Han Cheng’s hand in return.
Han Cheng smiled, then suddenly went quiet again and stared at Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu really couldn’t stand it anymore and asked, “What’s wrong? Why do you keep looking at me?”
“You don’t have anything you want to ask me?” Han Cheng said out of the blue.
Jiang Yu didn’t understand what Han Cheng meant and asked tentatively, “What do you want me to ask you?”
“I haven’t come to see you for a week. Aren’t you going to ask me what I’ve been doing this past week?”
What could he have been doing? Parading his affection with Ji Xu on TV every day. Was this bastard showing off to him now?
Han Cheng continued to stare straight at Jiang Yu, even looking expectant. Jiang Yu grew more and more confused—what exactly was Han Cheng expecting?
Suddenly, inspiration struck Jiang Yu. Could it be that Han Cheng finally wanted to dump him? Was he trying to provoke jealousy so that once Jiang Yu made a fuss, he could dump him smoothly?
Jiang Yu’s eyes lit up, and his whole body became excited. Seeing Jiang Yu’s face as if he’d suddenly realized something, Han Cheng also looked expectant.
Jiang Yu looked at Han Cheng, then abruptly let his smile turn cold. Wearing the expression of an overturned vinegar jar, he questioned Han Cheng, “How could I not know what you’ve been doing this past week? Every day you’re on TV showing off your love with your first love. You’ve been having a great time this week.”
“You’re jealous?” Han Cheng’s smile became even more indulgent. He leaned over Jiang Yu, caressing Jiang Yu’s freshly washed hair, and lightly pecked him.
The two of them clung together. Aunt Chen and Wang Huan, along with Dr. Zhang and the curious, shocked Nurse Zhang, all left the ward.
Jiang Yu fully unleashed his “cry, make a scene, threaten to hang himself” jealous-acting skills. He desperately pushed at Han Cheng on top of him, dodging Han Cheng’s kisses, and said angrily, “Don’t touch me. You’re filthy. I don’t want to kiss a mouth that’s kissed other people—I’m afraid of catching something.”
“Heh, you’re still the same as ever. Once you get jealous, that little mouth of yours turns vicious,” Han Cheng wasn’t angry at all—he even seemed a bit happier. He grabbed Jiang Yu’s resisting hands and pinned them above his head, successfully nibbling Jiang Yu’s lips.
“Don’t touch me. You’re dirty,” Jiang Yu shook his head, refusing the kiss.
Han Cheng didn’t force it. If he couldn’t kiss the lips, he kissed the cheek instead, chuckling softly as he coaxed him, “Not dirty. I haven’t kissed anyone else—very clean.”
“Liar. Who knows how many people that mouth of yours has kissed? I find it disgusting. Don’t touch me.”
Jiang Yu acted too seriously—there was three parts fake and seven parts real disgust in his eyes. Han Cheng saw the disgust in Jiang Yu’s eyes and froze for a moment.
Seizing the moment when Han Cheng was distracted, Jiang Yu twisted and struggled, trying to pull his hands free.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his waist, straight to the top of his head. Jiang Yu sucked in a cold breath. Looking at Han Cheng, who instantly became tense, he said with a helpless, almost tearful expression, “My waist… I think I twisted it.”
“Idiot,” Han Cheng sighed helplessly, then ran out to call Dr. Zhang in.
