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translator: Eve
editor: kara

When Song Xuanhe returned to the operating room, Zhou Nan looked up at him and said, “This is the first time you’ve talked to your father for this long. I didn’t hear what you were talking about. You guys couldn’t have been arguing for twenty-something minutes, right?” 

The complicated expression hidden in Song Xuanhe’s eyes was completely swept away by Zhou Nan’s words. He rolled his eyes at the other man. “None of your business.”

The expression of Wei Chen, who had inadvertently caught a glimpse of the caller ID when Song Xuanhe had pulled his phone out, changed slightly. He leaned against the wall, head lowered. It was unknown as to what he was thinking about.

While Wei Chen was lost in thought, Zhou Nan and Song Xuanhe quibbled with each other to ease the tension. Like this, time passed slowly.

It was about eight o’clock in the evening when the tightly shut operating room door finally opened. 

Zhou Nan stood up abruptly. Song Xuanhe also followed behind nervously. They asked the doctor how Xiao Shenglin was doing.

The doctor knew Zhou Nan personally, so his tone was more familiar than if he were to be speaking about a typical patient. “Don’t worry. Your friend’s fine. He’ll be up and about after resting for several months. He’s a lucky one. Three of his broken ribs had nearly punctured his lungs. He nearly escaped death.”

“That he did.” Zhou Nan completely relaxed. He smiled. “But really, thank you. I’ll treat you to a meal another day.”

“Sure. I’ll call Yu Yan as well.”

The doctor gave Zhou Nan a knowing look before greeting Song Xuanhe and Wei Chen politely. He then left.

On the way to the sick room, Song Xuanhe said, “I hadn’t expected you to get in with Dr. Yu’s colleagues just by hanging out in the hospital.”

“That’s just the way it is.” Zhou Nan raised a brow proudly. “Oh, but that guy just now was Yu Yan’s university classmate. We had met before this. He was already my spy when they had been in university.”

Song Xuanhe had lost to Zhou Nan’s shameless act of treating his shamelessness as something to glorify. He kept quiet the rest of the way. 

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He had heard about this matter on the way here. After exiting the room, he said to Song Xuanhe and friends: “I know about everything that has happened today. I cannot express the extent of my gratitude to Zhou shao, Song shao, and Mr. Wei for helping Shenglin in words.”

After having thanked them, he got straight to the point. “This was a premeditated murder attempt. I want to know what you guys know as Shenglin’s friends. Can you tell me in detail what had happened at the scene of the accident?”

Zhou Nan nodded; he had been about to speak when he remembered Wei Chen was still there. For a moment, he hesitated. 

Realizing this, Wei Chen tactfully said goodbye. “My family’s called me a few times, so I should be heading back. Uncle Xiao, see you next time. Zhou shao, Xuanhe, remember to treat me next time.”