It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 27

Wanqi Lang’s heart ached terribly. She pulled over a nurse who was recording nearby: “Transfer her to your most expensive and best room here. Money is no object!”

The nurse looked at her tear-streaked face and hurried off to make arrangements.

Soon, the procedures were complete.

Several caretakers carefully wheeled Xing Enxi’s bed through the noisy lobby, took the dedicated elevator, and arrived at the hospital’s top-floor VIP ward.

The room was spacious and bright, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city nightscape. It had a private bathroom, a guest sofa, and a mini-fridge—everything one could need. All the equipment was brand new, and the air finally lacked the smell of disinfectant.

Wanqi Lang looked around the environment and breathed a slight sigh of relief. She walked over to Jiang Nian and patted her shoulder: “Nian, you’ve had a tough day. Go home and rest first.”

“Sis Lang, don’t wear yourself out too much.” Jiang Nian nodded and stood up. “In a couple of days, I’ll come back with Zhiwei to see Sis Enxi.”

“Mm.” Wanqi Lang’s gaze never left the pale face on the bed for even a second.

The room quieted down.

She slowly sat in the armchair by the bed. The soft light fell on Xing Enxi’s face, and her fragile, serene sleeping expression twisted Wanqi Lang’s heart into a knot. She reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs from her temple, then picked up a warm damp towel to wipe the dust from her neck. Her movements were careful but clumsy.

That night, Wanqi Lang barely closed her eyes. She just sat there steadfastly, watching the IV drip decrease drop by drop, watching the lines on the monitor that represented the pulse of life.

Time stretched endlessly in her worry. Even when exhaustion overtook her, she only dozed off briefly with her head on the bed’s edge, jolting awake at the slightest sound.

When faint daylight broke, soft morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window into the ward.

Xing Enxi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly’s first wingbeat. After a few seconds, they moved again, and then she struggled to open her eyes.

Her gaze was initially very dazed. It took her a good while to adjust to the light. She unconsciously scanned the unfamiliar ceiling, the elegant chandelier, the morning view outside the window, and finally landed in confusion on her left arm encased in plaster.

Where was this?

Her mind was a chaotic blur, her whole body aching. Fragments of memory flashed disjointedly: headlights, the sound of impact, intense pain, darkness…

At that moment, the ward door pushed open.

Wanqi Lang carried several exquisite insulated food containers and tiptoed in, afraid of waking the person on the bed.

She looked up and met Xing Enxi’s gaze, which had just come into focus.

“Xing Enxi, you’re awake!” Wanqi Lang’s voice choked up. She rushed to the bedside in a few steps. “Wait for me! I’ll go call the doctor!”

She forgot to set down the food containers and turned to dash out.

“Wait…” Xing Enxi’s throat was dry and hoarse. She tried to call her back but managed only a whisper of air.

Wanqi Lang stopped immediately: “You… don’t talk yet. Don’t move. I’ll get the doctor to check you right away—I’ll be back in a second!”

Only then did she place the food containers on the bedside table and whirl out of the room like a gust of wind.

Soon, the doctor and nurse arrived, escorted by Wanqi Lang. After a thorough examination and questioning, they confirmed that her vital signs were stable. The concussion symptoms still needed monitoring, the fracture was well immobilized, and there were no major issues for now. She just needed rest and follow-up treatment.

The doctor had already left. Wanqi Lang’s face still held lingering excitement as she carefully opened the insulated containers. Inside was glutinous vegetable and lean pork congee and a few small steamed buns.

“Are you hungry? I went out specially to buy these.”

Wanqi Lang’s voice was as soft as water. She sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a small spoonful of congee, touched it to her lips to test the temperature, and then carefully brought it to Xing Enxi’s mouth: “Here, slowly…”

Xing Enxi looked at the face so close to hers, those beautiful eyes brimming with concern. She did not refuse and obediently opened her mouth. The warm congee slid down her throat, bringing a sense of comfort.

After feeding her a few spoonfuls, Wanqi Lang attentively used a cotton swab dipped in warm water to moisten Xing Enxi’s cracked lips.

“Do my parents know about this? They’re getting on in years—I don’t want them to worry…” She looked at Wanqi Lang.

Wanqi Lang shook her head: “I understand. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

Xing Enxi said nothing, gazing at the suite that was luxuriously unlike a hospital room. It must have been arranged by Wanqi Lang.

She was silent for a few seconds before she spoke: “This room must cost a lot. Once I’m better… I’ll pay you back.”

She knew Wanqi Lang was not short on money, but she did not want to owe her anything more.

Wanqi Lang paused in scooping the congee. She looked up at Xing Enxi and suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with helplessness.

“What are you saying? You’re being so distant.” She feigned lightness in her reproach, then lowered her head to blow on the spoonful of congee. “Just focus on recovering for now. Don’t think about anything else.”

She brought the now perfectly warm congee back to Xing Enxi’s mouth: “Have a bit more.”

Xing Enxi accepted the feeding from Wanqi Lang, but her gaze lingered involuntarily on the other’s face. She tried to read something beyond the focused expression, but Wanqi Lang hid it well.

Wanqi Lang settled completely into the ward. The spacious accompanying caregiver sofa became her temporary bed, with simple changes of clothes and toiletries piled beside it.

Caring for a patient with a fracture and concussion was tedious and meticulous.

Every morning, after the nurse’s visit, Wanqi Lang would fetch warm water, wring out a heated towel, and wipe Xing Enxi’s face and hands. Her focused expression was like that of someone restoring a priceless piece of porcelain.

“I can do it myself.” Xing Enxi’s voice was still weak as she reached for the towel.

“No, your hand isn’t convenient.”

Wanqi Lang continued her motions, her heart aching at the sight of the collarbone that had grown slender from the illness.