Chapter 2174: The Lingering Face

The nurse hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move around, you're still on an IV drip!"

Reminded by her, Jiang Mobai didn't move around anymore.

But he made a request to the nurse: "Please, help me kick this person out!"

"The doctor will come for an examination in a while. If there are no issues, you can be discharged at noon. So you need someone by your side to help you pack your things and handle the paperwork."

The nurse's implication was for Qingkong to stay, just in case.

But Jiang Mobai didn't need that.

He wanted to say that his family would be here in a while.

But thinking about how he had kept everyone up until midnight last night...

Jiang Mobai hesitated.

He felt that everyone was likely still catching up on sleep right now and couldn't come too early.

While Jiang Mobai was hesitating, Qingkong took the opportunity to ask the nurse: "He can be discharged today?"

"Yes."

"That's too fast."

The nurse laughed: "Isn't it good to be discharged sooner?"

"Ah, of course it's good. I previously thought his condition was quite serious and that he needed to be observed in the Hospital for a few more days."

"When he was brought to the Hospital yesterday, it was indeed very serious, and all his indicators were poor. The patient needs to be careful after being discharged; his stomach is very fragile. If he doesn't change his lifestyle habits, it will induce stomach cancer."

The nurse had a serious expression when she spoke.

She hoped Jiang Mobai would take this issue seriously.

But Jiang Mobai seemed not to take it to heart.

He just nodded casually to show he had heard.

Qingkong, on the other hand, put away his playful mindset.

After the nurse left, he continued to fuss over him and ask after his well-being.

Jiang Mobai couldn't stand him acting like this, so he frowned and warned: "That's enough, why are you addicted to acting!"

"Who's acting? I'm genuinely concerned about you. Life is impermanent, you have to take good care of yourself."

Sigh, he was even getting more and more into it!

Jiang Mobai leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and couldn't be bothered to respond.

He hoped Qingkong would feel bored and leave on his own.

As it turned out, for as long as Jiang Mobai kept his eyes closed to rest, this guy stayed quiet.

In the end, it was Jiang Mobai who took the initiative to talk to him: "Don't you feel bored?"

"A little."

"Then go back; there's no need to waste time here."

"I'll leave once your family arrives."

Qingkong said, changing his sitting posture.

Looking at his stance, he was clearly going to wait until the end.

Jiang Mobai didn't quite understand, so he asked: "Why are you so warm-hearted today?"

"A friend is sick, I'm showing some concern; isn't that quite normal?"

"No, this isn't normal."

Jiang Mobai stated his true thoughts.

But he heard Qingkong roll his eyes.

Then he retorted: "I'm not a robot, I also have seven emotions and six desires. I'm worried about someone, is that not allowed?!"

"Of course it's allowed, but your so-called worry isn't pure at all; it's just a smokescreen for you to dig up gossip."

"What? That's just prejudice!"

Qingkong was extremely dissatisfied.

He felt that his full heart of good intentions had been fed to the dogs.

However...

Hmm...

Jiang Mobai's words actually made Qingkong feel itchy inside.

Qingkong's eyes darted, and he put on his signature kind smile.

Then he asked: "Did you ask Su Kexuan clearly about what happened back then?"

The simple sentence made Jiang Mobai slowly widen his eyes like a sloth.

After a long while, he asked uneasily: "Why, why say that?"

"Thinking back afterwards, I felt my deduction shouldn't be wrong. Su Kexuan has you in her heart, but you two fell apart..."

Qingkong paused in his tone, then said firmly: "It means there was a hidden story back then that we didn't know about! Oh, you've been drowning your sorrows lately, even drinking yourself into the Hospital, it's because of this hidden story, right?"

Qingkong's analysis was completely correct.

His analytical ability once again made Jiang Mobai admire him.

But what if he had deduced it?

It was just being a Monday-morning quarterback.

Jiang Mobai quickly regained his composure.

He lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "The problem between Su Kexuan and me is unsolvable, so don't get involved."

"Sigh, alright then. But if one day you can't bear the secret in your heart, you can come to me to vent."

"Rest assured, that day will never come."

"Don't speak too soon, or you might get slapped in the face."

Qingkong said this while patting his own cheeks.

It was quite provocative.

Jiang Mobai glanced at him and gave a soft huff in response.

The two of them were quiet for a while longer.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Qingkong's head.

He leaned back against the chair and asked with interest, "I have some free time recently; would you like me to take some photos for your racing team?"

Qingkong was already quite famous in the photography world.

If the racing team could collaborate with this renowned photographer, it would be of great benefit to the team's image and reputation.

Therefore, Jiang Mobai gave his answer without hesitation: "Once the new custom team uniforms arrive, we can shoot some promotional material."

"No problem, I guarantee I'll make you all look incredibly handsome!"

Qingkong was still very much looking forward to this collaboration.

He rested his chin on his fingers, imagining the scenes for the shoot.

Jiang Mobai, meanwhile, closed his eyes to rest.

At this moment, he looked very calm.

Yet his mind was a tangled mess.

One moment, he thought about the future development of the racing team.

The next, he wondered if he could return to his peak after going back to team training.

Then, he pondered how to make his father happy after returning home...

But no matter what he thought about, Su Kexuan's face would always flicker in and out of his mind.

As soon as he saw that lotus-like face, Jiang Mobai pressed his lips together tightly.

He longed to see the face of his beloved.

Yet he was also worried that he would lose himself in it.

Caught in this conflict, Jiang Mobai began to feel sleepy.

In the end, he actually drifted off into a deep sleep.

On the tree-lined road, a black Mercedes drove from afar and approached.

The car turned at the intersection ahead and stopped in front of a row of apartment buildings.

When the car door opened, Su Kexuan stepped out.

Su Kexuan took off her sunglasses, looked up, and stared at the window of a certain floor.

At this time, Qingkong did not yet know that danger had arrived.

He was sitting in front of his computer, filtering through photos.

Hmm...

These photos were all excellent.

Qingkong was very satisfied.

But now, he needed to select the five he was most satisfied with from these photos.

This was a bit of a challenge.

Qingkong frowned in hesitation.

But then he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

"Coming!"

Qingkong replied casually, then stood up, shuffled in his slippers, and walked to the door.

Before opening the door, Qingkong yawned while reaching up to scratch his messy hair at the back of his head.

But after opening the door...

The relaxed expression froze on Qingkong's face.

After two seconds, he said with a fake smile, "Why are you here?"

"Because someone refuses to hand over the photos, I had to make this trip myself."

As she spoke, Su Kexuan walked past Qingkong.

She had long since experienced how messy Qingkong's place was.

However, seeing it suddenly at this moment...

She still couldn't help but suffer a wave of visual shock.

Su Kexuan endured it silently.

She prepared to leave as soon as she got the photos.

On Qingkong's side, he let out a soft sigh of relief.

Jiang Baobao looked at the man in front of her, her heart feeling as if it had been pricked by a needle.