I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The Fang couple certainly didn't spy on them.

After all, no parent would expect that a daring scoundrel would bully their daughter right under their nose.

not to mention.

They still treat him like their own son.

The Fang couple forgot that there's a Chinese proverb, "It's darkest under the lamp."

There's an old saying: "You can guard against thieves day and night, but it's hard to guard against th

"have eaten?"

Jiang Chen, who had been in Fang Qing's bedroom for a few minutes, came out empty-handed. Facing Aunt Pan's gaze, he nodded calmly.

If he were truly a beast in human form, that would be fine, but unfortunately, he is a person of high moral character. Aunt Pan's gaze is like Lao Tzu's alchemy furnace, making him feel as if he is being roasted and tormented.

"Jiang Chen, it has to be you again."

Fang Weiguo nodded with satisfaction, then added fuel to the fire, and called out, "Come on, keep eating."

Fang Qing said she was going to the hospital.

"Go to the hospital?"

Aunt Pan was surprised and worried, "Is it that serious?"

She said her stomach was also a little uncomfortable.

"We have to go and take a look; we can't delay," Fang Weiguo solemnly instructed.

Fang Qing came out, had already changed her clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Maybe he drank too much last night."

"Aunt Pan, it's all my fault."

"What does this have to do with you? Most young people these days don't have good digestive systems. It's good for them to go to the hospital for a checkup."

"I'll go with her."

The love of parents for their children is the purest and most unconditional emotion in the world. Fang Weiguo immediately wiped his hands.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

When Fang Qing finished washing up and came out, she saw her father looking like he was about to go out, and asked, "Where are you going in the rain?"

Fang Weiguo was puzzled. "Weren't you going to the hospital?"

"Jiang Chen can come with me."

"..."

Fang Weiguo was taken aback and couldn't help but look at someone.

Then someone spoke up, "Well, Uncle Fang, you don't need to trouble yourself, I'll go."

Fang Weiguo looked around nervously, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Alright, alright, then you guys go ahead."

Pan Hui took over the conversation, urging the two children not to delay.

"Bring some food..."

As they were leaving, Fang Weiguo picked up the breakfast on the table, while Fang Qing only took a cup of soy milk.

The elderly couple saw them off at the door and watched their two children go downstairs.

"Why do I have this strange feeling?"

Fang Weiguo looked lost and dejected.

"What does it feel like?"

Fang Weiguo hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Look at you. It's raining, and your daughter just didn't want to bother you."

Pan Hui seemed unconvinced.

Fang Weiguo shook his head, his brows furrowing slightly. It wasn't a big deal that his daughter asked Jiang Chen to go to the hospital with her; the two children had always been inseparable since they were little, and he was used to it. But this time, it felt different, as if his responsibilities as a father had been taken over and replaced by another man.

"Stop talking nonsense and go eat your breakfast."

Pan Hui goes back to the house.

downstairs.

The Maserati drove away, its wipers clearing the rain from the windshield.

Fang Qing sat in the passenger seat, slurping her soy milk.
Do I need to go to the hospital?

Jiang Chen confirmed.

"Do you think I'm joking with you, or do you just not want to go? I can drive there myself."

"..."

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated.

That sounds a bit like something a fairy would say, but it doesn't fit her style at all.

The car drove out of the Third Construction Company compound.

Pedestrians held umbrellas and hurried along.

The car windows, with rainwater flowing through them, resemble a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Which hospital to go to?

"casual."

I don't know if it's because she's sick, but Qinggege is completely different from usual today. She's usually a very opinionated person.

"How about going to a mental health center?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

Fang Qing remained calm and composed, asking in return, "Do you think I should go?"

Jiang Chen's smile vanished, and he immediately fell silent.

The Central Hospital moved from next to Shacheng Middle School in the city to the train station. The second best and closest one is the First People's Hospital.

Judging from Qing Gege's behavior, Jiang Chen thought that she... well, he couldn't say she was faking it, but it was just that she was fine. However, after checking, it turned out that she had acute gastroenteritis.

"You really think I'm acting?"

The two walked out of the clinic.

"So even someone as indestructible as you can get sick."

Indestructible.

Despite being sick, Fang Qing smiled slightly and said, "Am I that great in your eyes?"

Jiang Chen nodded and sighed, "I've always thought of you as a tomboy."

Was it the same last night?

One hit kill!

Jiang Chen's expression froze, and he immediately walked downstairs in silence.

Fang Qing followed.

For acute gastroenteritis, the doctor's treatment plan is intravenous infusion.

The infusion hall is on the first floor.

No need to run around anymore; now you can do everything on your phone to see a doctor, pay bills, and buy medicine—it's so convenient.

There is one business that defies the laws of economics: hospitals, which are never affected by the macro-environment.

It's early morning.

Rainy day.

The infusion hall was bustling with activity.

Jiang Chen didn't insist on using his privileges, and Fang Qing wasn't a pampered woman. The two of them, like ordinary people and patients receiving IV drips in the lobby, quietly found two empty seats.

A large bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine takes at least an hour or two to administer. The person receiving the IV might not notice, but the person accompanying them needs immense patience.

"Are you hungry? I'll go buy you something to eat."

Fang Qing only drank one cup of soy milk, and she hadn't finished it yet.

It's still raining outside.

"It's okay, I'll go find someone to borrow an umbrella."

"Ah."

Peace of mind.

Jiang Chen stood up, then paused, "Are you alright on your own?"

Fang Qing looked up and smiled, "Didn't you say I was indestructible?"

"..."

"Call the nurse if you need anything, I'll be right back."

Watching someone's retreating figure, Fang Qing's eyes were warm and gentle.

About ten minutes later, the person returned, just like Fang Weiguo, having bought stomach-soothing liquid food, black rice porridge and tofu pudding, and was also carrying a black umbrella dripping with water.

Although he had an umbrella, his trousers and shoes inevitably got wet, and his hurried walk into the infusion hall gave the impression of braving wind and rain.

Fang Qing watched quietly as he walked up to her.

Someone put down the umbrella, knowing that it was inconvenient for Qing Gege to receive an IV drip with only one hand, and thoughtfully prepared a thick straw to take the breakfast out of the bag.

"While it's hot."

Why didn't you return the umbrella?

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback.

"forget."

"It's fine, it's a shared umbrella anyway."

Hospitals certainly know how to do business, with endless ways to generate revenue. But while hospitals can make money, Princess Qing can also save money.

"Why waste money when you've already paid it back?"

Jiang Chen was speechless, wanting to say something, but in the end he kept quiet.

"I'll return it."

He handed the tofu pudding to Fang Qing, inserted a straw, and then picked up the shared umbrella, which cost an unknown amount of money per hour, went out to return it, and then returned.

"Is it too hot?"

Jiang Chen picked up the bowl of black rice porridge from his seat and sat down. Suddenly, a voice came from across the table. "Your husband is so good to you."

Jiang Chen subconsciously turned his head and saw a woman in her thirties sitting opposite him, with an IV drip in her left hand. She looked at the two of them with a hint of envy on her face, and the rest of her expression was one of loneliness.

She was clearly alone, all by herself, and probably the sight of her reminded her of something, but...

Misunderstanding.

Jiang Chen was about to explain when Fang Qing spoke first.

"He's not my husband, just my boyfriend."

"..."

Jiang Chen froze, then immediately shut up.

Is not it?
When Zhang Zhongquan was putting on an act, he was all show and no substance. So what about now?
The woman opposite seemed not to hear her. Judging from the diamond ring on her ring finger, she was a married woman. Lost in her own emotions, she stared at Fang Qing and said to herself, "You're really lucky."

Jiang Chen remained silent; it was not appropriate for a man to interrupt at a time like this.

Ok.

We must not be arrogant.

Where is your husband?

Fang Qing wasn't an introverted person to begin with, so she naturally started chatting with the other person.

"He's lying at home, probably still asleep."

"..."

If he were working to earn money, that would be one thing; there's no such thing as having it all. But his wife came to the hospital, and he was still sleeping soundly at home.
Even as a man himself, Jiang Chen felt that this approach was somewhat derelict in its duty.

"Why didn't you wake him up?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but turn his head away.

Is this a question a normal person would ask?
What's more, this is Princess Qing.

“It’s no use. We’ve been married for five years, and this is how it’s always been. I’m used to it. Even if I died in the hospital today, he wouldn’t care.”

The woman spoke with a smile, but her smile was filled with a bone-chilling despair.

Although it's said that even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes, Jiang Chen still felt a pang of sympathy at this moment. He moved his lips, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but he was a beat too slow.

"Why not get a divorce?"

Every speech by Qing Gege is incisive and insightful.

The woman shook her head.

"All men in the world are the same."

As she spoke, she stopped herself and continued without Jiang Chen and Fang Qing having to say anything: "Hmm, it seems my thinking was wrong."

"He wasn't this cold before he married you, otherwise you two wouldn't have gotten together."

Jiang Chen finally managed to speak.

The woman instantly became agitated, shouting, "Men are all liars!"

Ok.

I should shut up.

"Would you like some porridge?"

Fang Qing asked.

Although Qinggege is "straightforward", she is still kind.

The woman shook her head, quickly regaining her composure. "Thank you."

"What about the child?"

"No."

Married for five years and still no children?
The woman knew this was abnormal, so after answering Fang Qing, she continued, "I've been asking him to come to the hospital with me for a checkup to see what's wrong, but he won't come. He gets angry whenever I mention it."

That's where the man is in the wrong.

Running away won't solve the problem.

He went to the hospital for a checkup.

“If we had a child, I don’t think things would be like this between us. I’ve thought about it; if all else fails, we’ll try IVF. There’s always a way. If we don’t have money, we can borrow it, and I can go to work…”

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing were in perfect sync, neither of them interrupting the other, and listened quietly to her story. Her tone was calm, but a glimmer of light gradually appeared in her eyes.

This is not a good story.

But it is a microcosm of millions of families.

Finally, she wiped her eyes and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "We will keep it a secret for you."

The woman was taken aback, then burst out laughing and gave Jiang Chen a deep look.

"Thank you."

"Your medicine is finished."

Jiang Chen reminded him.

"Nurse!"

The woman cried out.

The nurse came over and removed the IV for her.

The woman sat silently for a while, pressing the injection site. As she was leaving, she said to Jiang Chen and his companion, "You are different from him. I wish you happiness."

"I also wish you a turn of fortune and a brighter future."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "If you need help with IVF, you can go to Xinghuo Medical Center in Jiangcheng. The prices there are more affordable and won't be too much of a burden for you."

The woman nodded and left alone.

"Men fear choosing the wrong career, and women fear marrying the wrong man."

Jiang Chen spoke from his heart.

Fang Qing nodded, agreeing with his statement. This was the reason why more and more people were afraid of marriage.

"Why not advise her to get a divorce?"

"It's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage. Other people's affairs are their own decisions. If you give advice, you are interfering in their karma."

Fang Qing tilted her head. "When did you start practicing Buddhism?"

"This is not Buddha, this is Tao."

Do men really change?

Fang Qing asked, "There's a rhythmic dripping sound coming from the hanging IV tubing."

Do women change?

Jiang Chen countered with a question.

Fang Qing remained noncommittal, saying, "So, knowing someone for a long enough time is the safest approach."

Someone nodded unconsciously, "That hits the nail on the head."

If we're talking about knowing each other for a long time, probably no one can compare to the two of them.

"So, could we say that a person's life is actually predetermined from the moment they first meet?"

"This question is too profound for me to answer," the person said very modestly.
"Isn't Buddhism inherently the Tao?"

"I'm just a dabbler; I'll introduce you to a master another day..."

"Duanmu Liuli?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Fang Qing lowered her head and sipped her tofu pudding.

"Have some porridge."

Jiang Chen handed over the bottled black rice porridge; tofu pudding wasn't filling enough.

According to Einstein's theory of relativity, the flow rate of the liquid is indeed slightly faster when two people are together than when one person is alone.

When only a small portion of the IV drip remained, Fang Qing finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"I have to go to the toilet."

It's only natural for so many medicines to enter the body.

Jiang Chen immediately called out, "Nurse."

"what happened?"

The nurse arrived quickly.

"She needs to use the restroom."

Upon hearing this, the nurse, who had assumed something was wrong, immediately turned stern and snapped at the man, "What kind of boyfriend are you? Go help her up!"

It's no wonder they had a bad attitude.

With so many patients to care for, if I have to manage even this small matter, how can I work?
The nurse walked away impatiently.

What I fear most is the sudden silence in the air.

"I'll help you to the door."

Jiang Chen said.

"Ah."

Fang Qing responded almost imperceptibly, then stood up. Someone stood beside her, pushing the IV stand closely, following her step by step, dutifully fulfilling their duty.

He stopped at the entrance to the women's restroom. "Are you sure you can manage by yourself?"

how?

Want to go in again?

Fang Qing's cheeks were slightly flushed. Although she was quite brave last night, it was only because of the right timing, location, and people!

"You want to go in?"

Fang Qing pretended to be calm.

A person holds one arm upright in front of their chest.

"Amitabha Buddha, the Heavenly Venerable One."

Fang Qing was instantly defeated. Her cheeks went from hot to burning. She quickly took the IV stand and hurriedly went into the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)