Su Jinning seemed to know the doctor here very well. She greeted the doctor generously as soon as she entered and chatted with him about this and that. Meanwhile, Shen Moyu was left alone, awkwardly having his wound bandaged by the doctor.
Although he's quite socially adept, to be honest, Shen Moyu really envies his personality.
"How are you? Does it still hurt?" Su Jinning plopped down next to him and asked.
Shen Moyu snapped out of her daze and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
The rain outside the window had suddenly intensified, stirring up Shen Moyu's fluctuating emotions.
Looking back on everything that happened today, it all seems so absurd and unreal. If he had just endured it back then, would he not have lost his job?
The clinic was warm, but Shen Moyu felt stuffy.
He didn't want to stay here a second longer. All he wanted to do was go home, bury himself in books, and numb himself—that was the only way he could comfort himself.
What seemed like a farce ended was actually a significant blow to Shen Moyu.
"Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving." Shen Moyu rubbed his face and asked coldly.
Su Jinning didn't stop him, but instead crossed her arms and gestured with her chin towards the pouring rain outside the window, "Leave? How are you leaving?"
Shen Moyu was speechless for a moment. The rain was indeed heavy, but he really wanted to go home.
Do you have an umbrella? Can I borrow one?
“I would have left long ago even if I had an umbrella.” Su Jinning shrugged.
Shen Moyu: "..."
The awkward atmosphere was broken by the doctor next to them: "Hey you two, don't be in such a hurry to leave. It's been raining for a whole day and night, and now that it's getting heavy, it's not going to stop anytime soon."
Su Jinning nodded in agreement.
Shen Moyu closed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. He really wanted to rush into the rain to clear his head and accept the absurd reality of today.
"Achoo!" Shen Moyu suddenly sneezed. He subconsciously rubbed his itchy nose, but then sneezed again.
Su Jinning wanted to laugh, but he held it in. He turned off his phone and walked to the cashier: "Uncle, I'd like two boxes of cold medicine."
After taking the medicine box, Su Jinning thought for a moment and then asked, "Uncle, do you have hot water here?"
"Yes, I'll come pick you up."
"Thank you, Uncle."
Su Jinning sat down and handed the still steaming hot water and cold medicine to Shen Moyu.
Shen Moyu looked at him, puzzled, and asked uncertainly, "Did you buy this for me?"
"This was bought for whoever sneezed just now."
Shen Moyu was startled, feeling the warmth of the hot water against his palm. He was accidentally burned and gasped for breath.
"No need, I'm fine..."
"Don't give me that." Su Jinning had already guessed what he was going to say, and waved her hand helplessly: "Anyway, I've already paid for it, it's a waste if you don't take it."
Shen Moyu was suddenly amused by him, and half of the stuffiness from before dissipated: "Aren't you quite rich? Why are you short of this?"
Su Jinning deflated upon hearing this, pouting and feeling aggrieved: "I only got two thousand yuan in compensation, and now I only have enough for lunch left in my pocket. Who can I complain to?"
He regretted it too. He just wanted to have a quiet bowl of beef noodles, but he didn't expect to end up spending two thousand yuan instead of getting to eat the noodles.
Shen Moyu's smile hadn't faded as she took a sip of hot water. The warmth instantly flowed from her mouth into her stomach, and the icy feeling immediately subsided.
Thank you for today.
Su Jinning stared at him with a hint of disbelief, then suddenly laughed: "You really want to thank me?"
Shen Moyu stared at the mischievous little tiger tooth and waved his hand: "I suddenly don't want to anymore."
"Hey, don't!" Su Jinning quickly moved closer, chuckled, and said, "How about coming to have dinner with me?"
Shen Moyu was speechless: "Are you really that outgoing?"
Instead of backing down, Su Jinning shamelessly moved closer and seriously analyzed to him: "We're comrades-in-arms, don't you want to toast to this bizarre encounter?"
Shen Moyu turned his head to meet his gaze. As he turned his head, his baseball cap slid down, finally revealing his aloof face: "I admit you have a kind heart, but I don't have time."
Su Jinning crossed her arms, somewhat displeased: "What's wrong with your temper? We've already fought, is it so unreasonable to have a meal together?"
"It's not excessive, but I have other things to do." Shen Moyu looked back at him.
Su Jinning was rendered speechless by his retort, and gritted her teeth to suppress her anger.
"Fine, I won't force you. If you don't want to go..."
"Gurgle..."
Su Jinning looked at Shen Moyu's stomach, which had suddenly interrupted, and her gaze traveled upwards until she met Shen Moyu's expression of having eaten shit.
"Your belly... is a bit rebellious."
"I..." Shen Moyu looked at her rumbling stomach with utter despair, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground right now.
He hadn't eaten breakfast, and after running back and forth carrying plates and bowls, he even got into a fight. All this commotion has left him starving.
"Ahem." Su Jinning crossed her arms, feigning seriousness. "It's not too late for you to go now."
Having been exposed, Shen Moyu pursed his lips and remained silent, but felt a surge of shame.
Su Jinning knew he was embarrassed to say it, and looking at his reddened ears, she suddenly found him adorable. He smiled and stood up first: "That shop is diagonally opposite the clinic, let's go."
In the end, Shen Moyu was still dragged into a hot pot restaurant by him by a twist of fate.
All he could say was, "This guy is a rich, stupid, and handsome bastard."
Despite the terrible weather, the restaurant was incredibly popular, noisy and chaotic. Su Jinning pulled him into a relatively quiet private room.
"Gentlemen, here is your menu."