Chapter 316 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (XV)
Song Ning ate the meal absent-mindedly.
He felt a little annoyed and regretful, regretting the time he had missed.
But Lance misunderstood. He frowned and stared at Song Ning's lower abdomen for a long time.
When he had almost finished eating, he stood up and said he was going to the bathroom. Song Ning didn't pay much attention to how long he was gone, he only knew that when he came back, he had a tube of ointment in his hand.
"I'll take Mr. Song back. Remember to apply this medicine tonight."
Lance came in and handed the medicine to Song Ning.
"Back, back?"
Song Ning then looked up in confusion. Why did he suddenly want to go back?
Is their progress so Plato?
Lance could see that he didn't want it to end yet and couldn't help but sigh.
He leaned down and looked Song Ning in the eye, his tone unable to conceal the tenderness and coaxing.
"Aren't you all hurt? Nothing you eat tonight will taste good, right? Go back and apply some medicine. I still have a day tomorrow, so there's no rush."
Lance misunderstood.
Song Ning realized this only then. He wanted to explain that he was distracted not because of the pain, but the blue eyes looking at him were too affectionate.
He actually didn't have time to react and explain before he nodded and agreed.
Lance breathed a sigh of relief.
He picked up Song Ning's suit jacket casually and placed a big hand in front of Song Ning.
"Come on, I'll take you back."
He is such a gentleman.
It was rare for him to be treated like this. Song Ning's Adam's apple moved slightly before he put down his hand, which was a whole size smaller than his.
The fair skin was revealed by blue veins, and the hand as white as jade was held by someone. The hand was a whole circle larger than it, and the blue-purple veins on the back of the hand were as wild as a coiled dragon. However, he was so careful and cautious when holding the jade-colored hand, as if it were a treasure.
Song Ning stared at the two people's hands in a daze, until someone was caring for him and carrying him back to the car, he finally reacted.
"Leaving now?"
Song Ning pinched the plaster and ignored the shocked expressions of the two bodyguards.
His eyes were only focused on Lance, who was leaning over and placing his suit jacket on his legs with a gentle look on his face.
Lance: "Well, remember to apply the medicine when you get back."
He motioned for Song Ning to sit back and reached out to close the car door.
The car started, and Lance stood there waiting, but what he waited for was the car window rolled down to reveal Song Ning's face, which was illuminated by the neon lights.
A QR code.
Song Ning said in an obscure tone: "You forgot to add me as a friend."
This should have been initiated by Lance, since he bought the ointment.
Lance was a little surprised.
Did he think that his status as a little prince should make him very alert?
But the next second he remembered that in this world his little prince was badly deceived by Duan Kong.
He felt both angry and amused in his heart. The helplessness and doting revealed by Lansli in the night seemed real, leaving Song Ning confused.
Is there really anyone who is that good at acting?
"All right."
Lance took a quick look and found that Song Ning's profile picture was a photo of himself in formal attire. He looked intimidating without even showing any anger, and had the aura of a superior.
He looked at it carefully for a while before noticing the difference. The Song Ning in this portrait seemed a little more difficult to approach?
"I passed."
Song Ning also came back to his senses and noticed Lance's profile picture.
It turned out to be a plaque. He clicked it and took a look, feeling speechless.
That's a plaque for a small clinic. I guess Lance is running that now?
"Remember to apply the medicine, don't forget."
Lance reminded again.
Doesn't this person think of himself as a child?
Song Ning hummed in his heart, but his eyes were shining.
"Well, I will."
"I'm leaving?"
Lance checked the time.
It’s still early, but in order to maintain his long hair, he has been exercising almost all the time recently.
Basic exercise, good sleep and a good attitude are the keys to ensuring hair volume.
"So anxious..."
Song Ning felt a little reluctant, and it really reminded him of something.
"I didn't make an appointment with Duan Kong today."
Lance was a little surprised that he brought up this topic, but he responded as well.
"I believe."
After all, he is the little prince, so he doesn't have to rush to meet two people in the same place.
Does he really believe it?
Song Ning couldn't tell whether Lance's expression was true or false, but he continued to explain.
"Also, don't misunderstand me when we were having dinner just now. He was originally my attending physician, but he has been taking my health less and less seriously recently, so I was actually thinking about how to fire him just now."
It was hard to tell the truth, but Song Ning still understood a decent explanation.
Besides, everything he said was true.
Lance's expression changed, and he came closer with concern and spoke in a hurried tone.
"Are you sick? Can I take a look?"
He felt a little surprised and had a headache in his heart.
The little prince of this world is really easy to trust others. It is obvious that they are just blind dates who just had a meal together!
But Lance breathed a sigh of relief.
If the little prince had not hidden anything about his illness from him, then he could have openly used his identity as a Chinese medicine practitioner as an entry point.
In this way, the treatment of the little prince can be put on the agenda.
Lance found joy in the midst of adversity.
But Song Ning's expression changed slightly when he heard this.
He looked at Lance's concerned expression, slowly withdrew his fingers that were pinching the phone, and put on a decent smile on his face.
"No, it's not a big deal."
"Is that right?"
Lance noticed his silent resistance and felt a little sorry for missing this best opportunity.
But now they have been in contact and know about the situation, so we can just find an opportunity to bring it up.
He did not forget that the little prince was still in pain from the collision, so he stepped aside.
"Then go back and rest, and take care of yourself."
There is a long time to come, and he needs to go back to take care of his body and hair.
The little prince of this world obviously attached great importance to appearance. During the meal, he would stare at his face and other parts of his body in a daze several times. It was not difficult for Lance to detect the appreciation and love in his eyes.
Now he is nothing but a small Chinese medicine practitioner and is totally unworthy of his outstanding little prince, so it is very important for him to maintain an appearance that satisfies the little prince, which is also an important asset.
"……Um."
Song Ning slowly climbed up to the car window, and his handsome face and gentle affection were all covered.
His originally relaxed expression suddenly turned gloomy.
I almost forgot that the other person is also a Chinese medicine practitioner.
Song Ning lowered his head and took another look at the profile picture on his phone. The lightness and impulse he had felt before suddenly fell to the bottom of the sea as if a heavy rock had been tied to his body.
He thought it would be different.
His fingers gently stroked the portrait, and the fluorescent light reflected his cold expression. Where was the delicate and cute look he had shown in front of Lance before?
"Another one?"
Song Ning muttered to himself. He took a look at the tube of ointment and suddenly felt it was boring so he threw it away.
"Let's go back."
"Okay, Mr. Song."
The car started and drove into the traffic, quickly disappearing into the luxurious night.