lovenovelstory Chapter 884 - 650: A Twenty-Year-Old Father (Part 2)
Chapter 884 - 650: A Twenty-Year-Old Father (Part 2)
Su Xiaomeng was meeting Xiao Anhe for the first time. So, how to put it... For a man just over fifty, about to step into old age, he’s remarkably well-maintained, yet this upkeep doesn’t come across as showy.It’s clear that when this man was young, he must have been quite the looker.
Thick eyebrows, deep eyes, his appearance doesn’t match his reputation for greed, and even his deep voice contradicts the fawning and courteous tone expected from his words.
Hmm...
For some reason, Su Xiaomeng found herself very interested in this person.
"Thank you, Dean Xiao."
Yin Shixiu said.
Xiao Anhe quickly replied, "Mr. Yin pays, and I work, no need for thanks."
"I pay, you work, still, thanks are in order."
"Truly the son of Uncle Yin."
Xiao Anhe’s father, Xiao Kaicheng, was the old dean of Capital Central Hospital and quite familiar with Yin Shaohui.
If you think about it, the friendship between their fathers was forged on the battlefield.
This private hospital had only one doctor, Xiao Anhe, and three nurses.
This converted three-story villa no longer resembled a home. Su Xiaomeng pushed Yin Shixiu and followed Xiao Anhe into the elevator inside, going up to the third floor.
Expensive...
It makes sense!
Su Xiaomeng looked around; though the place wasn’t large, everything seemed extremely professional.
On the third floor, in the consultation room, the nurse took over Yin Shixiu’s wheelchair and wheeled him into the consultation room, not letting Xiaomeng follow.
Xiaomeng paused, and Xiao Anhe, with a smile, said to her,
"Mrs. Yin, your husband is not in good shape..."
"..."
Su Xiaomeng pressed her lips together; she wasn’t surprised by Xiao Anhe’s statement.
Yin Shixiu hadn’t returned because his injuries healed; he was barely holding on.
"Seeing your expression, you’ve guessed it. You two are playing with fire..."
Su Xiaomeng was speechless for a moment, just feeling her heart pounding wildly.
"However, since President Yin chose to come to me, at least, I won’t let him think the medical fees he pays are in vain."
"..."
Su Xiaomeng looked steadily at this man more than twice her age. He smiled, a smile betraying no emotions, very polite, gentle, and calm.
"President Yin came to me, and he made the right choice."
"..."
"I also have a penchant for playing with fire. People who were dead or half-disabled reappearing in public, I wonder what kind of sensation that would cause."
Xiao Anhe said, then told Xiaomeng,
"You can look around; there’s nothing here that can’t be seen, just remember not to touch anything randomly. It might take a while."
"Okay. Sorry to trouble you, Dean Xiao."
"You two are too polite... I won’t charge a penny less."
"Dean Xiao, you’re joking. We wouldn’t give you a penny less either."
Xiao Anhe smiled and entered the consultation room. The consultation room looked like it was made of glass, but this frosted glass didn’t allow people to see inside from the outside.
Since Xiao Anhe said Su Xiaomeng could look around, Xiaomeng didn’t hold back.
The modification of the villa’s internal space was quite novel.
Especially seeing the abundant traces of personal life in this private hospital.
This kind of life should be quite free, right?
Dean Anhe surely knows how to enjoy life, doing the work he excels at, earning the money he likes, living the life he wants, no matter what others say...
How many people in this world have such dreams, yet find them hard to realize, even if only partially.
There were the most advanced medical instruments here, but Xiaomeng wasn’t knowledgeable in medicine, so she couldn’t make much sense of them. Wandering around, she stumbled upon Xiao Anhe’s... study, or office?
Whether it’s a study or an office, it was open and connected to the reception area.
Xiaomeng walked up to the large bookshelf; it was about three to four meters high, nearly covering one wall, filled with professional medical books, numerous enough to be daunting.
Su Xiaomeng casually picked a book from a lower position; it didn’t seem like a medical book from its name.
The author... Xiao Kaicheng.
Opened it, yet it was still a medical book.
Su Xiaomeng immediately lost interest in the bookshelf, turned around, and saw two photographs on Xiao Anhe’s desk, encased in glass frames, their surfaces impeccably clean, indicating they were regularly wiped.
Leaning slightly over, Su Xiaomeng suddenly chuckled. She was indeed right; Xiao Anhe was quite the handsome man in his youth. It seemed to be from when he was around thirty, the attire definitely gave off an 80s or 90s vibe.