The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

Su's mother still did not wake up the next day.

On the screen of the electrocardiogram monitor, the green waveform jumped steadily. Blood pressure and blood oxygen were normal, and all indicators were within the normal range specified in the textbook. But the person just wouldn't open their eyes.

When it was time for rounds at eight in the morning, the attending physician stood by the bed with two interns. He flipped through the medical record folder, took out a flashlight from his shirt pocket, and shone it on Su's mother's pupils.

When the beam of light swept across, the pupil contracted slightly—the light reflex was normal.

He turned off the flashlight and put it back in his pocket, took the stethoscope off his neck and hung it on his shoulder, and said in a flat tone.

Brain diseases are the most complex of all organ diseases. Normal physiological indicators indicate that the craniotomy itself was successful and the hematoma was removed cleanly. However, the brain has its own timetable, and there is no definite answer in medicine as to when the brain will wake up.

Su Mengya stood at the foot of the bed, her hands clasped in front of her. After listening to the doctor's explanation, she nodded, escorted him to the ward door, and said thank you.

When she got back, she pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. She bent down and tucked the blanket around her mother. After she finished, her hand lingered on the edge of the blanket for a moment before she put it on her knees without saying anything.

In the afternoon, Lin Feng's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He glanced at the screen, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor and answered the call. Shangguan Jinghong's voice came through the receiver, his speech a little faster than usual, but his tone remained cool and steady.

She said the city started a major crackdown on organized crime today. In previous years, the raids were conducted at night to catch those who took advantage of the darkness, but this time it was changed to daytime.

The inspection team intervened directly, with the municipal bureau cooperating, making the action chain shorter than ever before. Fortunately, she had made ample preparations in advance, seizing everything that needed to be seized and closing down all the venues that needed to be shut down.

The problem at Baijinhai wasn't particularly serious; it was only closed for three days for rectification, so the impact was minimal. Several card and mahjong parlors suspected of gambling were raided and shut down immediately, with their managers taken away on the spot.

Dozens of arcades and bars on the surrounding streets have also closed, some with seals on them, and others with their signs removed.

She paused for a moment, then said that once this storm passes, Bai Jinhai will definitely be able to regroup. After all, those people who come out to have fun say they're looking for thrills, but what they value most is safety.

After this round of reshuffling, a large number of entertainment venues in Hehai City went out of business, and her place was the only one left in Xicheng that was still operating steadily.

This is more effective than any other tool; it uses a government seizure order to eliminate her competitors.

"Just ask if you need money," she paused, then steered the conversation back on track, "Was that 300,000 from last time enough?"

Lin Feng leaned against the corridor wall, the sunlight streaming through the window onto the beige floor tiles, casting his shadow as a slanted gray line.

She relaxed her grip on the phone a little, and her tone became slightly teasing. "Sister Hong, how much can you afford? Are you some kind of little rich woman?"

There was a half-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came a very soft laugh, "I don't have ten million, but I can still come up with a few million."

Lin Feng switched the phone from his left ear to his right ear.

Millions? He remembered Luo Ruoxi saying that the VIPs of Yoga Studio No. 2 had paid a year's membership fee, enough for a regular member to stay for three years.

Leaning against the wall, staring at the fluorescent light tube on the corridor ceiling, she really is a little rich girl!

Around 5 p.m., the attending physician arrived again.

This time, instead of bringing an intern, he carried a small medical cooler. He said there was an imported drug used after neurosurgery that helped promote the recovery of consciousness in the cerebral cortex, costing 30,000 yuan per injection.

I took a small glass bottle out of the refrigerator, held it between my fingers and shook it in the light. The liquid inside was colorless, as clear as water.

Lin Feng took the payment slip from his hand almost without hesitation. "Go ahead and get it done. You can't just lie there like this forever."

At 9 p.m., after the nurse finished her final rounds, she checked the alarm thresholds on the cardiac monitor again and adjusted the tightness of the oxygen mask straps.

He turned off the main light in the ward, leaving only the small nightlight by the bedside. The warm yellow light enveloped Su's mother's quiet profile, and with each breath she took, water vapor condensed into a thin white mist inside the oxygen mask before dissipating.

The family rest room is located inside the single ward near the door, separated from the bed by a semi-open partition wall, which maintains privacy while allowing them to hear what's happening on the other side at any time.

The single bed was a little wider than the standard bed in the hotel room. It had white sheets and white pillows, and the bedding was newly changed, still carrying the dry and fresh smell of the laundry room.

Mixed with the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, it creates a peculiar sense of cleanliness.

Su Mengya took off the cardigan she was wearing and hung it on the hook behind the door, leaving her only in her light purple slip dress.

The nightgown was made of a very thin material, and the lace trim at the neckline gently brushed against her skin below her collarbone.

When I sat down on the bed, the mattress sank in, and the springs made a soft popping sound.

Lin Feng had already lay down beside him, his head resting on his arm. He was still wearing the same dark blue crew neck t-shirt and gray athletic shorts he had worn during the day. He hadn't gone home to change his clothes for two days, and there was a small, indelible iodine stain on the cuff of his t-shirt, which he had accidentally gotten on while helping to get medicine at the nurses' station.

Su Mengya lay down and pulled the blanket up to her chest, revealing her smooth calves under the sheet. Her ankles looked particularly slender in the dim light, and a few pale blue veins could be seen on the insteps of her feet.

"Thanks to you this time." Her face was half-buried in the pillow, her voice muffled. "Otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do."

Lin Feng turned to face her.

The pillow was dented from being pressed down, and the two people's faces were less than a hand's width apart.

He could see the fine shadows cast by her eyelashes on her cheekbones in the dim light. "What else is there to say between us?" His voice was low and his speech was slow, as if he were stating something perfectly natural. "Aunt Su has always been good to me. How could I not care if you need me? When I was little, my parents worked overtime, and I ate at your house quite often."

Su Mengya's fingers clenched lightly at the edge of the bed sheet. She didn't respond to that sentence.

After a few seconds of silence, her lips moved again, her voice even softer than before, as if afraid of waking her mother on the other side of the partition wall, or as if she were asking herself a question.

"What is our relationship now?"

Lin Feng raised his fingers, circled behind her ear, and placed them on the back of her neck. With a gentle press of his fingertips, he brought Su Mengya's face closer, and her lips pressed against his.

My lips are very dry, with a slightly chapped texture from not drinking water for the past two days, but they are still soft.

He didn't answer her question, whether because he didn't want to or felt there was no need to. He moved his hand away from the back of her neck and placed it on her waist.

Through the silk nightgown, which was as thin as a second skin, the skin on her waist was warm and soft, rising and falling gently in his palm with his breath.

Su Mengya's eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She lifted her hand from the sheet and placed it on Lin Feng's chest, her fingertips gently clenching through the fabric of his T-shirt.

On the other side of the partition wall, the green waveform of the electrocardiogram monitor jumped steadily, emitting an extremely faint ticking sound.

The lights in the wards on this floor were all off. Occasionally, the sound of nurses pushing treatment carts across the floor tiles could be heard from afar, growing louder and then fading away.

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