Seeing that Song Ling was listening attentively, Dr. Chen suddenly asked during the introduction, "Is the person who came today also Mr. Song's husband?"
"Ah, no... Dr. Chen, I just said it casually, but you heard it too." Song Ling didn't expect that her casual remark yesterday would be remembered by Dr. Chen.
Dr. Chen smiled and said, "I heard it, and several nurses in the department heard it too. They are very sorry."
"No regrets. There's nothing to regret about someone like me." Song Ling looked at his legs and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if he had been given a pot of ice water.
Dr. Chen put on rubber gloves, a slight smile on his face: "It seems Mr. Song is not quite aware of his own charm."
Unaware of his own allure, Song Ling, an Alpha, is enough to make anyone's heart flutter just by looking at him.
"Lie down."
"ah?"
"Lie down on this treatment bed."
"good."
Song Ling realized what was happening, moved off the wheelchair, and got onto the treatment bed.
Her slender waist lay on the clean white bed, and her long legs came into view.
Dr. Chen lifted one of Song Ling's legs and reminded her, "It will hurt a little."
"It's okay, I won't—"
Almost instantly, a tearing sensation came from her knee. Song Ling was in so much pain that she couldn't finish her sentence and almost cried out.
"Mr. Song is very strong." Dr. Chen's words made Song Ling swallow back the words that were about to escape his throat.
The first blow was relatively mild; the next few blows caused Song Ling, a top-tier Alpha in his early twenties, to shed several tears from the pain.
"Assistant Wang..."
The person who had buried their face in their arms looked up. Assistant Wang's gaze visibly paused when they saw the little tiger with tears welling up in its eyes.
"Xiao Song." Assistant Wang reached out his hand, and Song Ling grabbed Assistant Wang's arm, gritting her teeth to keep the word "pain" to herself.
Seeing the little tiger under his hands sweating profusely and groaning in pain, Dr. Chen unconsciously lightened his grip a little.
Song Ling was a person with extremely high endurance. Cold sweat kept pouring out of her head, but she still stubbornly endured the pain without crying out. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she would whimper "Assistant Wang". Later, when she was in so much pain that she was dazed, she started calling out "Ziyou, Ziyou".
At first, Assistant Wang was able to remain calm, but as Song Ling called out "Ziyou" again and again, he melted everyone's heart.
"Dr. Chen, this is Xiao Song's first treatment, should we be gentler?"
"It's already quite mild. If we don't do some manipulation, the adhesions will cause even more suffering." Dr. Chen said, glancing at Song Ling, and asked in a very gentle voice, "Can you do it, Song Ling?"
"Um……"
Song Ling nodded through gritted teeth.
Assistant Wang's hand was gripped tightly. After more than forty minutes of rehabilitation techniques, Song Ling was covered in sweat, feeling as if she had been reborn.
In addition to rehabilitation techniques, we also have herbal fumigation, low-frequency therapy, and infrared therapy. A whole morning is spent in the rehabilitation hall.
Six out of seven days a week, Song Ling has to undergo rehabilitation therapy. The more excited Song Ling was during physical training, the more painful the rehabilitation therapy became.
The mere thought of undergoing rehabilitation techniques filled Song Ling with dread. For several weeks, she tried to avoid Dr. Chen whenever she encountered him at the hospital.
"Ziyou, how about we go a little later today? I want to rest."
"good……"
Assistant Wang may seem aloof, but he's actually the most easily swayed of the caregivers. As long as Song Ling calls out to Ziyou a few times, Assistant Wang will agree to almost any request.
Song Ling seemed to have noticed this as well. She, who originally disliked acting coquettishly or showing weakness, would call Ziyou pitifully for no reason.
After receiving treatment at the rehabilitation center for several months, Song Ling gradually got rid of the wheelchair. Apart from her still somewhat strange walking posture, her recovery was quite good.
As the year drew to a close, Song Ling was finally discharged from the hospital.
From now on, as long as I do the training at the same time and place, I won't have to go through the same hardship of daily treatment as before.
Song Ling missed a lot of the half-year course in the command major. When she returned, the teachers discussed it and decided to let her change her major.
"Do you really want to change your major? I think I can do training, so I won't force myself." Song Ling looked at the application form, still feeling a pang of regret.
Xiao Zeyan looked at the documents in her hand and said coldly, "This is the arrangement from above."
“You can’t go to an art school, it’s not a good fit.” Song Ling always obeyed orders. He would be willing to study cooking, let alone art school, but studying art was a bit out of place.
Xiao Zeyan looked up at Song Ling and said in a deep voice, "I've applied for a double degree for you."
"Double degree?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ling's eyes lit up a little. Given his current physical condition, even if he couldn't reach his peak performance in physical training again, passing wouldn't be a problem. This way, he would still have a chance to join the elite team.
Seeing that Song Ling's mood instantly improved, Xiao Zeyan smiled and asked him, "Do you know what to say to outsiders?"
"I know, I broke my knee and can't participate in training, so I have to change my major. It's a great regret in my life." Song Ling said this, but the smile on his face grew even wider.
"If you're going to pretend, at least make it look convincing. Tuck that upturned corner of your mouth in and go back to prepare. You'll be going there to report for duty before the New Year."
"yes."
Upon receiving this news, Song Ling happily ran back to her dormitory.
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On the day of the report, Wei Yu and her roommate Ming Li went to deliver it together.
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Chapter 45 (2/2)
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All three top Alphas have exceptionally good looks, and they attracted a lot of attention as soon as they entered the art academy.
Most of the students who were able to get into Beicheng Art Academy were already at the top level in terms of appearance and temperament, with Omega and refined Alpha being the majority. When Song Ling, a top Alpha, stood in the freshman area, the whole room seemed to exude the new pheromones and hormones of a top Alpha.
"Song Ling".
"right."
"This is your access card, and this is your updated student ID. Go put your things in your dorm first." Director Zhang from the Freshmen Office was a very kind female Omega.
Song Ling took the access card and led the two towards the dormitory building.
Wei Yu said he was there to help deliver things, but he was indeed walking down the street empty-handed, his eyes fixed on the students coming and going, without saying a word from beginning to end.
Looking at the youthful and beautiful faces around her, Mingli couldn't help but sigh, "Actually, it's not necessarily a bad thing. It's more relaxed here, and it seems like there are quite a few admirers. Many people in our class envy you."
They had only walked a few steps when many of the Omegas practically had their eyes glued to Song Ling.
Mingli was unaware of the double degree thing and could only offer this consolation.
Song Ling was about to say it was nothing, but seeing that there were quite a few people around, she could only pretend to frown and look sullen.
The new dormitory is much more spacious than the dormitory for command majors. Song Ling is a transfer student and is temporarily occupying a two-person room by herself.
Song Ling switched to performing arts, and missed a semester of academic courses, which would take a lot of time to catch up on.
People who initially had no illusions about this major discovered a lot of its intricacies the more they studied it.
The Imperial Bodyguards come from all walks of life and diverse backgrounds. They include individuals with backgrounds in computer science, finance, command, clinical medicine, and psychology, but notably, none from the entertainment industry.
The entertainment industry has always been a troublesome area for the trusted team. On the one hand, it's a complex and multifaceted field; on the other hand, most of the trusted team members are top-tier Alphas, known for their fiery tempers and arrogance. Placing them in the entertainment industry immediately reveals their extraordinary backgrounds and makes them easily exposed.
Song Ling's previous desire to apply for a command major was not actually intended to enter the Imperial Command.
In this peaceful era, Song Ling would rather join the elite guard and undertake all sorts of missions, braving wind and rain, than delve into research at the command post or research institute. He is not one to be complacent, nor does he want to lose himself in the comfort of his current situation. Only by walking on the edge of a knife and exploring in the storm can he feel that his learning has not been in vain.
Xiao Zeyan had stepped down from the trusted team, and he had been talking about the Empire's mission overtly and covertly. Song Ling felt that this change of major must be related to the trusted team, otherwise there wouldn't be so much trouble.
Thinking this way, I felt much more motivated.
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A double degree is no easy feat, and what appears to be an easy and carefree university life to others has become the beginning of Song Ling's busy schedule.
Training, classes, exams.
Running back and forth between the two majors has actually made my life more fulfilling than before.
Time always flies by when we're busiest; three years pass in the blink of an eye.
When graduation season comes again, Song Ling still feels a little emotional.
Several classmates got drunk and were walking down the street, talking about their future.
Looking at the starry sky alone, Song Ling suddenly realized that over the years, apart from the nightmarish rehabilitation hall, he didn't have any other deep impressions.
Over the past three years, Qinghe has been reorganized and transformed from an independent security system provider into a technology support provider for various security fields. Since then, Qinghe has moved behind the scenes, and its number of partners has increased significantly.
Luo Wenchuan did indeed keep his promise to make Qinghe better, but unfortunately Qinghe ultimately became the Qinghe of Fengxing.
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The day after graduation, Song Ling packed her things and went back to Song County.
The dilapidated rental house hadn't been cleaned for a long time and was covered in dust.
There are so many memories here, so many memories of Luo Wenchuan, so many that Song Ling can think of Luo Wenchuan no matter where she goes.
He remembered Luo Wenchuan's shy appearance as he made breakfast in an apron, and how he cried with red eyes at night when he was afraid to sleep alone. He also remembered that year during the exams, when Luo Wenchuan waited for him for a long time in the cold wind and placed a warm egg in his palm.
That was the child he would always cherish and protect.
Song Ling walked to the balcony, sat down in the wicker chair, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Forgetting someone is easy; it just takes some time. But when someone becomes a habit, it becomes very difficult to let go.
Luo Wenchuan was very smart. Everything he did for Song Ling had subtly become an inseparable habit for Song Ling over those three years.
Even now, Song Ling still feels a pang of sadness when he wakes up to find his arms empty.
However, as much as he felt disappointed, it wouldn't cause any real harm. The hurt Luo Wenchuan had inflicted on him would be unforgettable for the rest of his life.
Three years felt like a long dream. Even after waking up, I couldn't forget it for another three years. Looking back now, it still feels vivid and unforgettable.
Song Ling realized that she truly loved Luo Wenchuan, but unfortunately, that love remained forever three years ago, forever confined to this room.