"If you don't follow the rules, you can't go in."
Qian Li frowned and stared straight at her.
Shen Ximan was a bit annoyed. "You're infringing on my privacy. I have the right not to follow these rules. Please cooperate with my work."
He was taken aback. This nurse was really fearless. "That should be my line! Log in your information and take off your mask!"
"I'm really not very convenient."
Without a word, Qian Li forcefully tore off her mask.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank.
Half of the nurse's face was covered with burn marks. The healed skin was all wrinkled and looked quite terrifying.
"Satisfied?" Shen Ximan held back her tears.
Fortunately, she had put on makeup in advance. Coupled with her acting skills, she was absolutely capable of forcing people into self - reflection and guilt.
"Sorry..." Qian Li hung his head, looking full of self - blame.
Shen Ximan wiped away her tears as if her plan had succeeded, then pushed the cart into the ward.
Seeing that terrifying face, he inexplicably thought of the Second Lady.
The former Second Lady was also so gentle and weak.
But now she had nothing to do with the Second Master anymore. She had even become the female president of A Hairui, and her personality had changed greatly. She was no longer easy to approach.
He had his doubts about what had happened at the cooperation meeting back then, but the suppression from the Eldest Young Master made it impossible for him to question.
What waves could a mere assistant make?
During the investigation, Qian Li backed down.
Because the Second Master also backed down.
He was the Second Master's man in life and death.
No matter how much he sympathized with the Second Lady and how reluctant he was to accept the reality, the pressure and onslaught of public opinion left him powerless to resist.
"Grandpa, I'm here to see you."
Shen Ximan looked at the old man lying in the bed with mixed feelings.
In just one year, Bo Yanhai's hair had turned much grayer.
Although she always disguised herself as different nurses to change the dressing, when she saw him lying quietly in the bed breathing evenly, she couldn't help feeling sad.
How she wished he could still be like before, blowing his beard and glaring at her, warning her to stay away from Bo Jingyu and the Bo family.
But now, this only hope was slowly fading away.
Shen Ximan sniffed, took out the acupuncture needles hidden on the cart, and slowly inserted them into Bo Yanhai's skin according to the usual procedure, gently twirling them to stimulate the nerves in his body.
Suddenly, his index finger and middle finger moved.
"Grandpa?"
She quickly blinked her eyes, afraid that she had misseen.
Bo Yanhai seemed to have heard her voice and moved slightly again, and then there was no more reaction.
This movement rekindled hope in Shen Ximan, whose heart had been as dead as ashes.
What her master had taught her was only to treat some difficult and complicated diseases.
Treating a vegetative patient was something she was doing for the first time.
She had initially decided to give it a try no matter what. As long as she came to perform acupuncture every once in a while, she didn't believe there would be no reaction at all.
Sure enough, God still had mercy on her, and her persistence had paid off!
Tears welled up in her eyes, full of excitement, and fell one by one.
Ten minutes later, Shen Ximan pushed the cart out of the ward.
Qian Li deliberately glanced at her.
Her two eyes were as swollen as walnuts. She must have been sad for a while in the ward, but out of professional ethics, she didn't cry out loud.
"Um... that."
Shen Ximan raised her eyes and looked at him calmly.
"... I'm sorry just now. I didn't know your situation."
Qian Li was not good at comforting people. He didn't even dare to look her in the eye when speaking.
"I'm just following the old master's orders. I hope you can understand me."
Shen Ximan could easily guess the reason.
Bo Jingming did this probably because he had discovered something.
He should be on guard against those who got close to Bo Yanhai, so he was being so cautious and registering everyone who entered and exited the ward.
"It's okay."
Qian Li heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good."
"By the way, I need to trouble you with something. Could you please pass a message to the doctor in your department for me? I won't go there in person."
Shen Ximan was confused. "What message?"
"Tell him to only prepare half a month's worth of medicine."
"Why?"
Qian Li sighed. "The old master plans to transfer the old master to a hospital abroad for treatment. He's not confident in the medical level here."
"No way!"
Shen Ximan blurted out without thinking.
After saying that, seeing his suspicious look, she quickly added some words to smooth things over.
"What I mean is that the old master's current physical condition is not suitable for a transfer. There might be an emergency on the way."
Qian Li then relaxed his vigilance.
"This is a matter of the Bo family. We have no say in it. Please do as I say. Thank you for your hard work these days."
Since things had come to this point, there was no room for maneuver.
As a nurse at this moment, Shen Ximan was not in a position to say more.
She greeted him politely and then quickly left with the cart.
The mixed feelings in her heart made her a bit flustered.
She wasn't sure if the medical level in the hospital would be effective for Grandpa, but her frequent acupuncture treatments must have had some effect.
The treatment couldn't be interrupted at this critical moment.
It would be extremely unfavorable for Grandpa's recovery.
Thinking of this, Shen Ximan suddenly thought of Bo Siming.
The most anxious person at the moment should not be her, but that black - hearted and scheming eldest young master of the Bo family. He must be in a complete panic.
Suddenly, a man's figure brushed past her.
That man was Bo Siming.
She looked calm on the surface and slowly pushed the cart into another ward. In fact, her heart was in a complete mess.
She had been so focused on her thoughts just now that she had completely let down her guard.
Fortunately, there had been no flaws in her reaction just now!
Bo Siming stood at the ward door, looking thoughtfully at the back of the nurse behind him. The more he thought about it, the more familiar she seemed.
But he just couldn't remember where he had seen her for a moment.
"Eldest Young Master, please register."
He turned his face and sneered. "Are you crazy?" After scolding, he pushed Qian Li and forcefully opened the ward door to go in.
"Eldest Young Master! Please cooperate with my work!"
Qian Li blocked the door firmly, and several bodyguards around him also surrounded Bo Siming.
Bo Siming glanced at them all and sneered several times.
"What? Can't I even come to see my grandpa? What do you all look so fierce for? Don't forget that I'm the eldest young master of the Bo family!"
Qian Li still stubbornly carried out his order.
"This is the old master's order. Everyone who enters and exits the old master's ward must have facial recognition and registration. Please understand."
Bo Siming paused for a few seconds and understood what that old man meant.
He was suspicious.
He leaned down and mocked, his face very close to Qian Li's ear.
"If it weren't for my good younger brother protecting you, you and Shen Ximan would have been picking up trash on the road to the underworld. Don't forget to burn more paper for her on Tomb - Sweeping Festival. It was her life that saved yours."
After hearing this, Qian Li's veins bulged.
He almost blurted out that the Second Lady wasn't dead!