Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

After stitching up the wound on Leng Qinghua's head, the doctor focused intently on cleaning the several small wounds on her neck and wrists, picking out the shards of glass.

"The patient hit the corner of a solid wood table on the back of his head when he fell, although the emergency CT scan did not show any acute bleeding or fracture."

"However, considering the force and angle of the impact, I recommend scheduling a cranial MRI to check for any small subdural hematomas or brain contusions."

Dr. Zhang's tweezers paused in mid-air for half a second, a teasing smile playing on his lips: "It's one thing for the hospital director to personally supervise the work, but this is more like he's taking care of his own son than a doctor."

Lu Er, who had been standing silently to the side, thought: "..."

Song Jingmo was speechless: "Is your department's workload a bit too light?"

What the hell? You really know how to rub salt in the wound.

"I was wrong. It is an honor for our department that the dean personally guides our work."

Dr. Zhang said no more and continued with his work.

Use a new sterile cotton ball soaked in saline solution to clean the dried medication residue around the wound. "I'll write up the examination form after the cleaning is finished, so you can rest assured."

Half an hour later, Dr. Zhang applied a thin layer of healing gel dressing to the wound and secured it with a mesh cover.

"alright."

As she finished packing up her equipment, she stood up and said, "Keep the wound dry and change the dressing every day. This cast on my leg will be in place for at least six weeks. I'll order the MRI scan right away, and a nurse will come to help afterward."

"Thank you for your help, Dr. Zhang."

Lu Er thanked him.

Dr. Zhang looked at Lu Er with a big smile: "We're family, why are you being so polite?"

Song Jingmo: "..."

They're really going to rebel!

The ward door closed gently.

Lu Er's phone rang. After answering it, she said, "Mom, I'm going to S City to film a movie the day after tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't have time to come over every day..."

Leng Qinghua: "I'm not about to die, go do what you need to do. Otherwise, seeing me will annoy you and affect your recovery."

Lu Er sighed and looked at Song Jingmo with a pitiful expression.

Song Jingmo was also helpless. With Leng Qinghua here, he didn't dare to hug her or comfort her.

Half an hour later, the ward door was pushed open again.

Lu Chen and Luo Bingbing walked in one after the other.

Lu Chen was carrying a dark brown thermos, while Luo Bingbing was holding a large bouquet of blooming lilies, with glistening water droplets rolling on their white petals.

"Mom," Lu Chen said quietly as he approached the bedside, his voice trembling slightly, "How are you feeling?"

Leng Qinghua turned her face away: "I won't die."

Lu Chen gave a helpless smile and placed the thermos on the bedside table: "Auntie made ginseng chicken soup, drink some while it's hot."

Luo Bingbing placed the lilies in the crystal vase by the window and walked to the foot of the bed.

Looking at the leg wrapped in a thick plaster cast, her eyes reddened: "We had such a nice dinner party, and we were supposed to celebrate with you when we got home..."

Leng Qinghua glanced at her, her tone softening somewhat: "What's there to cry about? It's not like you're going to die."

"I'm just so angry," Luo Bingbing wiped away her tears. "Those ladies have nothing better to do than stir up trouble. If we run into them again, there's no need for them to hold back."

Lu Chen nodded, his eyes cold: "All cooperation that could be terminated has been terminated, and the compensation has been negotiated by the lawyers."

Lu Er looked apologetic: "Mom, brother, sister-in-law, I'm sorry..."

Leng Qinghua said irritably, "With your deadbeat father around, there's no shortage of gossip. You're just providing them with something to laugh about."

Lu Er: "..."

Lu Chen changed the subject, asking Song Jingmo, "Jingmo, how is Mom? Is it serious?"

Song Jingmo: "The cranial CT scan did not show any obvious structural damage. An MRI has been performed to further rule out minor hemorrhage or contusion."

"A spiral fracture of the midshaft of the tibia requires plaster cast immobilization for six to eight weeks. Multiple superficial lacerations on the body surface require infection prevention. The sutures on the back of the head will be removed one week later."

"Currently, the patient's vital signs are stable, with no fever, nausea, or vomiting. Medical staff will closely monitor the situation 24 hours a day."

As dusk gradually set in, the orange-red sunset bathed the room in a warm golden hue.

Leng Qinghua spoke, calling out, "Bingbing."

"mom?"

Luo Bingbing, who was peeling fruit, immediately looked up.

Leng Qinghua looked at the person with a complex expression, mixed with a rare hint of guilt and gentleness: "You've suffered these past years since you married into the Lu family."

Luo Bingbing was stunned.

Lu Chen was also stunned, looking at his mother with surprise.

Even Song Jingmo and Lu Er, who were by the window, looked at Luo Bingbing.

"Once I feel better, you can go to the company. Leave the child with Aunt Wu and the nanny; I'll help take care of him too."

Tears welled up in Luo Bingbing's eyes: "Mom, I've never felt wronged."

"Silly child." Leng Qinghua smiled faintly, "Living a good life with Xiao Chen is more important than anything else."

Night had completely fallen.

Song Jingmo checked the time and politely said goodbye, "Auntie, please get some rest. I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Three days later, Lu Er returned to the film set to film, while Lu Chen and Luo Bingbing also returned to the company to deal with the backlog of work.

In Leng Qinghua's hospital room, flowers and fruit baskets were constantly being delivered.

In the afternoon, there was a knock on the ward door, and a lively voice rang out: "Grandma, I'm coming in!"

Leng Qinghua opened her eyes, a barely perceptible hint of gentleness flashing across them: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Leng Keyan poked her head in.

She was wearing a cream-colored hooded sweatshirt and light blue jeans. Her hair was fluffy and soft, and she had a bright smile on her face.

He was carrying a bamboo fruit basket that was almost half his height and filled to the brim.

"grandmother!"

Leng Keyan walked in cheerfully and placed the heavy fruit basket on the coffee table. "Isn't it beautiful? I made it myself. The fruit was all freshly picked from our own orchard."

"Apples, oranges, and jujubes are all so sweet. My mom says eating fruit is good for your health, so you should take good care of yourself and eat more."

He sat down on the chair by the bed and casually picked up an apple: "I'll peel one for you."

"it is good."

Leng Keyan's nimble fingers pinched the apple, and the blade spun smoothly along the peel, slicing off skin as thin as a cicada's wing, in a continuous motion.

Then, using a fruit fork, they were inserted one by one, making it easier for Leng Qinghua to hold and eat.

"You're quite good at taking care of people, where did you learn that?"

"what?"

Leng Keyan looked up, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, "Yin... I like to peel fruit before eating it, it's cleaner."

Leng Qinghua didn't ask any further questions and took the apple that was cut into small pieces and skewered.

"Your mother has gone to great lengths."

"No trouble at all, Grandma, I'm just glad you're happy."

Leng Keyan also took a piece and popped it into her mouth. "Once your leg is better, my mom will let you stay at my house for a while. The air in the mountains is especially fresh, perfect for recuperation, and my mom can cook delicious food for you every day."

Leng Qinghua slowly chewed on the apple: "Hmm, it's been many years since I've been back. It's time to go back and take a look."