Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1212: Surprises and Thoughts
The intimacy between the couple concluded for the night, with He Jinxuan holding Xinyan close, cautioning her about the upcoming journey.
The thought of separation so soon after their wedding was difficult for him, yet Xinyan’s reasoning was sound; taking additional leave immediately after the wedding break was not feasible.
Fortunately, he had anticipated this and received confirmation yesterday from dispatch about a scheduled driving assignment to Sichuan, a piece of news that brought him immense joy.
This pleasant surprise was something he intended to reveal to his wife the following day.
He then rose to fetch some warm water, assisting Xinyan with her cleanup before they both drifted into a deep slumber.
The dawn broke with He Jinxuan’s kiss awakening Xinyan. "Yanyan, time to rise," he murmured. "The Hao family’s car should be arriving shortly."
Stirring at his words, Xinyan embraced his neck, inquiring drowsily, "What time is it?"
He Jinxuan tenderly stroked her cheek. "It’s nearly seven. I’ve prepared your favorite vegetable pancakes and cooled the porridge. Please get up, freshen yourself, and have your breakfast."
Xinyan nuzzled against his neck, her eyes still closed. "My body aches all over."
A playful tap to her nose from He Jinxuan followed. "Would you prefer a massage, or a soak in the hot spring?"
With his question hanging in the air, the two vanished from the room.
*
Meanwhile, Mrs. Hao, Ding Xiulian, voiced her impatience. "Yuanfang, shouldn’t Xiao Li be on their way to pick them up by now?"
Hao Yuanfang consulted the clock on the cabinet. "In about half an hour. Going too early wouldn’t be appropriate."
Ding Xiulian’s gaze remained fixed on the clock, her silent wish for time to accelerate palpable. "Didn’t you mention she has a long journey today? If the timing is off, and things are rushed, won’t our son suffer?"
Hao Yuanfang acknowledged his wife’s anxieties. "Please, relax. Mr. Han is a student of Du Guoshou; he certainly adheres to basic medical ethics. You mustn’t always anticipate the worst."
Ding Xiulian’s expression didn’t soften. "And you lecture me, when my only concern is our son’s well-being?"
Hao Yuanfang sought to de-escalate the conversation. "Regardless, if they hadn’t intervened, Xuejun’s surgery would not have been successful. We should show gratitude.
Furthermore, we are the ones requesting their assistance; we cannot afford to overlook everything."
Ding Xiulian conceded her excessive worry, but the experts’ emphasis on early acupuncture for her son’s recovery made the waiting unbearable.
As the appointed time finally arrived, she hurried to the door. "Xiao Zhang, quickly, drive over and fetch her."
After finishing breakfast and tidying up, Xinyan heard the distinct sound of a car arriving outside.
He Jinxuan gathered Xinyan’s luggage, whispering, "Yanyan, I also have a driving assignment to Sichuan commencing tomorrow. Upon your arrival, ensure you stay at the guesthouse I mentioned last night."
Xinyan now understood the reason behind this persistent man’s insistence on her memorizing the guesthouse’s address and securing her promise to stay there.
He Jinxuan no longer concealed his intentions. "I’ve lodged there several times. The environment is excellent, not only secure but the staff are remarkably amiable. More importantly, I have their contact number, allowing us to stay in communication."
With her arms wrapped around his neck, Xinyan felt a mixture of reluctance and deep affection. "Alright, I promise."
She planted a kiss on He Jinxuan’s cheek. "Don’t worry too much. You know my capabilities; safety isn't a concern. Drive carefully and avoid rushing without adequate rest, as fatigue while driving is extremely perilous."
Meeting Xinyan’s concerned gaze, He Jinxuan reassured her, "Fear not, I shall certainly heed my wife’s counsel."
After watching her depart and the car disappear from view, he turned back toward the yard to prepare for his own work.
The car conveyed Xinyan directly to the hospital.
Hao Yuanfang was already present, awaiting her arrival as Xinyan alighted from the vehicle.
Without extensive conversation, after exchanging greetings, they proceeded directly to the ward.
Xinyan examined Hao Xuejun’s pulse and nodded with understanding. "It aligns with my expectations. Following today’s acupuncture, his body’s recuperation and metabolism will be significantly boosted, facilitating his recovery.
By the time I return to the Capital, his constitution should be considerably stronger than it is presently. He will then be better equipped to handle the demands of acupuncture."
Having stated this, she had him recline and meticulously commencing the acupuncture procedure.
Swiftly, a series of silver needles were precisely inserted into the pertinent acupoints.
At this juncture, Mrs. Hao, Ding Xiulian, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke after Xinyan concluded her task. "You are not using your upcoming travel as a pretext, are you?"
A beat of hesitation passed before Xinyan retorted, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features: "Excuse me, who exactly are you?" Hao Yuanfang’s face contorted with worry, a thought flashing through his mind: "This is not good." He recalled Mr. Mu mentioning, while recommending Mr. Han, that exceptionally talented individuals often possess difficult temperaments. This particular individual, Mr. Han, had never intended to pursue medicine. Without Mr. Mu’s persuasive efforts and her master’s familial ties to their clan’s elder, it was unlikely he would have agreed to help. Witnessing his wife’s chronic tendency to meddle, causing nothing but trouble, fueled his anger. "Xiulian, hold your tongue," he snapped. Just then, the elder patriarch of the Hao family entered, his expression mirroring his son's displeasure: "If you cannot speak with decency, then leave this place." Ding Xiulian hadn't anticipated such stern rebukes from both her husband and father-in-law in response to a simple question. Appearing crestfallen, she swiftly replied, "You've misunderstood; I was merely exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Han." Despite the words from the Hao father and son, Xinyan remained clearly unimpressed. "Frankly, I find nothing amusing about it." With that, she turned to depart. "I shall return in thirty minutes to retrieve the needles."