The Golden-Eyed Life of a Security Guard

These past two days, Zhang Jing specially prepared a small room for Gu Yuebai. It used to be a storage room, but now it has become Gu Yuebai's rest room, furnished with a set of tables and chairs, as well as a folding bed.

Gu Yuebai lay on the folding bed, his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the leisurely time after his busy schedule. Song Lan sat next to him, gently massaging his shoulders.

"Our great hero, you've worked so hard! What do you want to eat tonight? Let's go celebrate!"

Although the room wasn't large, it felt like paradise to Gu Yuebai right now. He could forget about everything and fully enjoy being cared for by a beautiful woman. Wow, it was so wonderful!

He stroked Song Lan's small hand and looked at her with satisfaction. "Tonight, let's go back and have some spicy bullfrog, crispy pork ribs, and spicy fish. Oh my, I want to eat so much. I ate so many boxed meals at the hospital."

"Then why don't we go eat some home-style food? The Sichuan-style home-style restaurant at Xishan Villa is pretty good. It'll suit your taste perfectly."

Gu Yuebai sat up, their hands clasped tightly. Gu Yuebai asked out of the blue, "Does being with me make you feel like you're lowering your standards? You must have always been eating high-end Western food before, right?"

"Who told you that? Do you think all wealthy women frequent upscale restaurants and hotels, eat Western food, drive luxury cars, buy luxury goods, and live a life of unbridled luxury?"

"Isn't that right?" In Gu Yuebai's understanding, the four words "wealthy socialite" were almost exactly as Song Lan described.

Song Lan snorted and tapped Gu Yuebai's temple, saying irritably, "Even wealthy women are divided into different levels and backgrounds. If your family has connections, resources, and influence, then naturally you'll live a comfortable life; but if you're like me, without resources or connections, then you have to save money wherever possible."

She said with great resentment, "What kind of good person do you think Hu Zhiwei is? If he weren't trying to outdo others in terms of extravagance, or doing business with the wealthy, would he have chosen to buy a villa in Yunlu Mansion? He would much rather buy a two-bedroom apartment."

"When I have money in the future, I'll buy a courtyard house. Hehe, it's better than a villa." Gu Yuebai's newfound ambitions.

Wu Yueming gave him a sum of money, which he hasn't checked yet, but it must be at least several million.

He wouldn't be able to afford a lot of money.

The CEO, who's worth hundreds of billions, was someone I saved; he deserves a hefty reward.

Even with the previous millions, he's still a ways off from being able to buy a courtyard house.

However, with his current abilities, buying a courtyard house is only a matter of time.

"It doesn't matter what kind of house we buy or where we live, as long as you're there, that's home."

Hearing this, Gu Yuebai felt a warm glow in his heart. Li Siyi would never say such sweet words to him in her entire life.

He held Song Lan tightly in his arms, inhaling her fragrance freely, and kissed her cheek.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door of the small room.

The two quickly separated, and Song Lan stood up, smoothing her hair.

"Come in."

Zhang Jing opened the door and walked in.

He saw that Song Lan was also there and greeted her.

"Xiao Gu, you've had a tough time these past few days. The patients are gradually recovering, and some have even been discharged. What are your plans for the future, Xiao Gu?"

"Plans?" Gu Yuebai sat casually, twirling a pen in her hand, and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm just a free man, I don't have any plans. Dean, don't think this matter is over. I'm going to Imperial View Mansion; this isn't over yet."

"Oh? What happened?" Zhang Jing was unaware of the incident at the Imperial View Mansion; he was simply assuming it was a hoax. He knew nothing about the formations within the Imperial View Mansion.

"Hehe, it's unspeakable. It's unspeakable." Gu Yuebai didn't intend to create a terrifying atmosphere, and those things weren't suitable to be publicized everywhere.

Since Gu Yuebai wouldn't say, he didn't press the matter further.

He walked over to the table and chair next to Gu Yuebai and sat down, leaning closer to ask, "Little Gu, since you don't have a good place to go, I do have a job here. I wonder if you'd be interested? The monthly salary is ten thousand. What do you think? Are you interested?"

A capable person like Gu Yuebai is generally not easily swayed by personal gain. Take his master, for example. Back then, the country's top-level hospital extended an invitation to him to practice medicine, offering him the position of chief physician with a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan.

That was such an amazing thing, but his master refused it with a smile.

"What kind of job is this? It pays so well!" Gu Yuebai became interested.

"How about hiring an external expert from the People's Hospital?" Zhang Jing looked at Gu Yuebai hopefully, waiting for his reply.

"Hiring an external expert? No way, I'm not cut out for that. I can't even handle minor ailments like headaches and fevers myself." Gu Yuebai shook her head repeatedly.

"Besides, I don't like sitting in one place for too long; it's not comfortable. Oh well."

"Don't come every day. Come to the hospital every Sunday and stay for a few hours. If there are patients, take a look. If there are no patients, just treat it as a day off."

Zhang Jing really wanted to make this happen. If Gu Yuebai really stayed in the hospital, he could ask her for advice if he had any questions.

"Dean, Yuebai isn't used to it," Song Lan stepped forward to speak on Gu Yuebai's behalf.

She never made decisions for Gu Yuebai in such situations. But there was a formidable rival at the hospital. If Gu Yuebai continued to practice medicine at the People's Hospital, wouldn't that give certain people an opportunity?

If she weren't there, the two of them might have sparked something.

Gu Yuebai didn't expect Song Lan to refuse on his behalf. He felt embarrassed to refuse Song Lan's request and awkwardly shrugged.

"No, no, no, habits are cultivated gradually. Xiao Song, our hospital is sincerely inviting Xiao Gu. The director gave me a firm order that I must invite Xiao Gu to work at our hospital no matter what. If you don't come, I won't be able to explain myself."

Zhang Jing brought up Xie Huayi, making it difficult for Gu Yuebai to refuse.

"Then, I'll stay for half a day, every Sunday, half a day. How about that? I really can't sit still for long."

Zhang Jing grinned from ear to ear, clapping his hands repeatedly: "That's good, that's good. I'll talk to the dean about this, it should be fine."

Seeing that the two had reached an agreement, Song Lan felt it was inappropriate to stop them.

After they had settled the matter, Zhang Jing rubbed his hands together, "This, um, I..."

He glanced at Song Lan, his words hesitant, seemingly somewhat embarrassed.

Song Lan was intelligent and perceptive; she immediately understood that Zhang Jing had something private to discuss with Gu Yuebai alone. She understood and made an excuse, saying, "Um, I'll go to the boiler room to get some hot water. You two talk first?"

After Song Lan left, Zhang Jing finally opened up: "Dr. Gu, I... decades ago, I became a disciple of my master to learn medicine. Unfortunately, I was not very talented and failed to master it. Now that I've met you, I feel that I have regained the motivation I had when I was young..."