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    “But as a rule of thumb, since you call me uncle, I must still remind you not to dabble in the whirlpool of emotions so easily before your wings are full.”

    The doctor’s words slowly dispersed in the air, Qi Zhi Iu pushed the door and reentered the hospital room, Su Wanqing’s pale face came into view, there was a nurse busily replacing the IV bottles, and the picture made people feel pity.

    And at this moment, Su Wanqing’s cell phone was vibrating at the bedside, she reluctantly pressed the answer button, “Wanqing, have you already arrived in Jiang City?”

    “She’s resting, so you can call back later.”

    The nurse responds on behalf of the nurse.

    On the other end of the phone, Zhou Yaoshi’s scolding then exploded, “Bastard! That Qi family brat, what have you done to my Wanqing again?”

    Her tone was extra sharp from the alcohol.

    “With your character, you’d better stay away from my Wanqing!”

    Zhou Yaoshi was hungover and angry with a few moments of confusion.

    “Hey, hey, hey, talk!”

    All that was left on the phone was a string of busy sounds, isolating her anger on the other end.

    Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by Zhou Yaoshi’s puzzled approach to the door, an unexpected “room service” is about to begin.

    ……

    On the other end of the phone line, Zhou Yaoshi’s voice, mixed with a hint of helplessness and complaining, came slowly, as if it was able to penetrate the airwaves, allowing people to involuntarily feel the fluctuation of her emotions.

    “Well, I’ll ask him about it. If it’s really him ……”

    Su Wanqing’s tone was calm, her thoughts turning rapidly in her head, even though she understood that she might not be able to solve the problem at its root, she was still willing to do her part for her friend.

    Zhou Yaoshi’s dissatisfaction was transmitted through the microphone, still indignant, “Even if it’s really him, I know you can’t help much, but it’s good to scold him for me!”

    This request contained both anger and trust in a close friend.

    Su Wanqing smiled gently and responded, “Good, if it is him, I will try my best to make him …… apologize to you.”

    Though it was clear in his mind that this might be a meager consolation, even a glimmer of hope was worth trying.

    After all, in this complicated world, Zhou Yaoshi was her only remaining, wordless best friend.

    She didn’t want to lose this precious friendship because of these little things.

    Zhou Yaoshi’s character was straightforward, emotions came and went quickly, and with a little consolation, he could quickly quell the dissatisfaction in his heart.

    This character trait of hers, Su Wanqing felt both familiar and some subtle similarities ……

    There was an inexplicable resonance with the one who was always giving people headaches, Qi Zhi Iu.

    However, unlike Zhou Yaoshi’s accommodation, for Qi Zhiyu, she is more inclined to challenge, happy to fight with him “battle of wits”, to enjoy the pleasure of not following the norm.

    At this moment, a sudden soft murmur interrupted her thoughts, and a small and delicate little dachshund scurried out from some corner, its big watery eyes seemed to be able to speak, looking at her with curiosity, its little nose twitching ceaselessly, trying to catch the aroma of food wafting around.

    “Want to taste it?”

    Su Wanqing’s voice was soft and kind, her fingers gently hovering over the edge of the plate, just about to pick a slice of meat to give to this adorable little guy.

    But at that moment, a little girl came running in a hurry, picked up the puppy with one hand, and swept her wary eyes over Su Wanqing, warning, “Grapes, why did you run here. Don’t eat things given by strangers oh.”

    The little girl then solemnly admonished, “You can’t just feed other people’s pets! That’s basic common sense!”

    With that, slightly disgruntled, he hugged the puppy and left.

    Su Wanqing looked at the slices of meat in her hand and smiled unimpressed, muttering to herself, “I’m not selling dogs, and this meat isn’t poisonous …….”

    On the bedside table, a bowl of porridge, only half-drunk, rested quietly, and the nursing staff, noticing the scene, thoughtfully and silently removed the bowl without disturbing her contemplation.

    “Ms. Su, if there’s anything you need, just order me.”

    Before leaving, the caregiver was meticulous and thoughtful in her reminders.

    “Yes, thank you.”

    Su Wanqing nodded slightly and replied gratefully.

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