Chapter 102: Lu Chuan Discharged

Imperial Capital.

Wanhe Garden.

A low-key black SUV drove slowly closer, the electronic barrier lifting automatically. One could vaguely see the silhouette of a woman in the driver's seat.

The young man sitting in the back seat had a pale complexion and calm features, the small mole between his brows making him look even more melancholy.

Lu Jing glanced at him in the rearview mirror, always feeling that he was absent-minded and drifting.

This feeling was very bad.

Wearing cotton loungewear properly, during his time in the hospital, even with a few meals of shepherd's purse dumplings in between, her son had still visibly thinned down, especially recently.

She had originally thought that recovering slowly at home after discharge would be better, but ever since that editor came yesterday, her son had been in this state...

She sighed in her heart: "A Chuan, forgot to tell you, that little girl sent another box of things."

"I opened it and looked; it's three jin of tea, saying it's grown by their own family. And ten bundles of Chinese milk vetch, saying the journey is long and she was afraid it wouldn't be fresh, so she didn't dare send too much; just blanch and freeze it."

"But the tea is good; she said you should drink more."

At first, Lu Jing wasn't not sad that her son had ended up like this to save someone.

Later, he insisted on transferring to the Imperial Capital and refused to leave any contact information. The other party really had no movement. Even though she knew it was them who didn't give the opportunity, Lu Jing still felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart.

But...

Now she felt that this girl was truly simple! Even expressing gratitude was full of simplicity.

She didn't mention money, didn't talk about great kindness, and didn't ask if they wanted anything.

But whenever they had good things at home, she sent them directly, not even saying a few extra words of advice, as if her appearance was a sin.

This made Lu Jing feel guilty—her son saving someone was her son's business. As a mother, she was quite proud to have saved such a fresh little girl. Her initial idea of venting her anger was truly wrong.

Moreover, she had been to the countryside. After her son made money, they had enjoyed high-quality ingredients, but there was nothing better than the shepherd's purse sent last time.

If someone said this was just grown randomly in the fields, she wouldn't believe it.

It must have been carefully selected by someone putting in great effort.

You say, if this happened to someone who didn't know the value and threw it away, how heartbroken they would be! No wonder they say this girl is simple.

Not to mention anything else, the old man in the opposite ward stood at the door with a crutch every mealtime. After Lu Jing sent two meals of dumplings, she found her own inventory was particularly scarce, and she was too embarrassed to ask Song Tan again, so she decisively stopped sending.

The mother and son ate their own food like thieves every day, ventilating and locking the door.

Sigh, eating their own food actually gave them a sense of guilt.

And this sense of guilt reached its peak this morning when they were discharged and the other party sent over an aged ham from the ward.

Lu Jing thought of this and pondered:

"A Chuan, I see that tea is packaged. Let's taste if it's good later. If it is, Mom will take a box and go to the hospital again."

As she said this, her scalp felt numb again.

You say, sending such a big ham for two meals of dumplings, and the quality of this ham isn't low; just buying it was quite an effort.

She remembered her sneaky behavior during this time and truly felt guilty in her heart.

She was pondering to herself and didn't pay attention to her son in the back seat.

In the rearview mirror, Lu Chuan turned his head slightly to look out the window, his pale complexion fully visible.

A lot of his hair on the right side had been shaved, and a hideous scar spread from behind his ear to the corner of his eye, forehead, and near his cheekbone.

And the scar on the back spread from behind his ear, a full five centimeters wide, all the way to his neck, back, and down his shoulder to his collarbone and chest.

If he were to take off his shirt, one would find that the burn spread over a large area of his back and right chest. Fortunately, although the area wasn't small, the degree wasn't very serious; otherwise, the later treatment would have been unbearable.

He had fair skin and a sensitive constitution. The doctor had also said several times that if he didn't have skin grafting treatment later, he would likely still have scars.

But skin grafting surgery... at least two weeks, at most eight weeks or even longer; he didn't have time for now.

On one hand, considering that delaying skin grafting could make Zhou Yongzhi settle down. On the other hand, he had a copyright cooperation to discuss recently, which wasn't suitable for staying in the hospital waiting for recovery.

So it was shelved for now.

Burn scars are different from other wounds; they look hideous and terrifying. If seen by a stranger, they would probably be startled.

Precisely because of this, it highlighted Lu Chuan's dark eyebrows and calm eyes even more.

Looking from the side, his high-bridged nose was like a mountain range, and only his slightly pale lips showed his poor state.

He sat there motionless, but the small mole between his brows was even more eye-catching.

Lu Chuan lowered his eyelashes, thinking about the message he received on his phone two days ago—

【Just sent three jin of tea, drink more.】

This message... it was distant, yet it felt intimate. Vaguely, there was also a kind of...

What kind of feeling was it?

Lu Chuan thought, just like the tone his mother used just now: the tea is good, you drink more.

He still remembered how difficult it was to pull the person out of the car. At this moment, thinking back to the girl's pale face and unexpectedly calm eyes, it still left a deep impression on him.

As for more... he couldn't remember more.

It was too chaotic at the time, and he hadn't just saved this one person; now even her appearance was blurred.

The car stopped steadily in the underground garage. Lu Chuan opened the trunk to move the box, but Lu Jing stuffed the bag in his hand inside: "Go, go, just carry the clothes. You still have scars on your body, don't do heavy work."

As she said this, she moved the foam box directly and walked to the elevator entrance.

This apartment was bought with the money Lu Chuan earned from his first book. At that time, housing prices weren't that terrifying. It was a 140-square-meter apartment with a terrace, located on the top floor of the twenty-seventh floor.

The elevator moved forward, and Lu Jing was still chattering:

"You have a lot of flowers on the terrace, and Mom doesn't know how to water them. I just listened to your instructions: whichever pot soil becomes light, I water that one. Come back and recover well, and take care of your flowers and plants by the way."

The electronic door lock made a "click" sound, and as the door opened, what came into view was an entrance garden of about six or seven square meters.

Although the ventilation here was good, it was on the shady side, and Lu Chuan had planted some high and low tropical green plants.

Because no one was taking care of them or adjusting their direction, a huge green leaf with a velvet texture was stretching forward, so Lu Jing had to move the box and tilt her head to avoid it.

"What kind of leaf is this? I want to ask every time I see it, but I forget—it looks like swan velvet?"

———Author's Note———

About fan titles: The rules of Qidian are so complicated that I don't understand them either. I specifically checked all the partitions in the background today and found that this is given according to the monthly ticket ranking and work glory star rating, for example, given this month based on last month's achievements.

Then I'll wait until next month to see if it's given, and if it is, I'll ask how to send it.

About skin grafting, everything is from internet searches.

There's more later.

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