After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 165 No need for anesthesia?

Hearing Zhou Feng's words, Lu Mingxuan glared at him and said, "Why don't you wish me well?"

Zhou Feng turned to look at Song Qiao, who was blushing, and said, "Don't mind it, Mingxuan and I are used to it."

Song Qiao looked at Zhou Feng and said, "Please sit down first, I'll get you a glass of water."

After saying this, Song Qiao took the opportunity to leave the living room. She stood in the kitchen watching the electric water heater boil water while listening to what was happening in the living room.

"Mingxuan, when did you buy this house? Was it for your wedding?"

"No, I bought it as soon as I got back from abroad."

"Doesn't Dean Lu know that you're keeping a mistress in your golden nest?"

Song Qiao held her breath, waiting for Lu Mingxuan's reply.

"He doesn't know, but you don't know either. I resigned, I'm no longer at Jiangcheng Hospital, and I'm no longer the vice president."

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao's heart skipped a beat.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Feng said, "Sometimes you're too stubborn. He's your own father; a few kind words and a little apology are all it takes."

"Some things are matters of principle, and we can't back down. Don't worry about this; I'll handle it myself."

Then, Zhou Feng's sigh echoed in the living room: "If you leave the hospital, it will be the hospital's biggest loss."

Hearing this, Lu Mingxuan whispered to him, "Keep your voice down, don't let Song Qiao hear. She doesn't know about my resignation yet, and she'll feel guilty if she finds out."

"You mean, you resigned because of her?"

"Partly, but not entirely."

During this time, Zhou Feng helped Lu Mingxuan take off his clothes, revealing the conspicuous wound on his back.

"Who inflicted this knife wound?"

"I was ambushed. Don't tell anyone I'm injured, understand?"

"Understood! I just wanted to ask, where do you plan to go after you leave Jiangcheng Hospital?"

While treating Lu Mingxuan's wounds, Zhou Feng asked...

“My dad said that if I leave Jiangcheng Hospital, he will make arrangements for all the hospitals in Jiangcheng not to hire me.”

Hearing this, Song Qiao felt even more guilty. She knew that Lu Mingxuan's falling out with his parents was all because of her.

As Lu Mingxuan groaned in pain, he continued, "I'll probably go back to Yushan to find my grandfather. Actually, I quite like traditional Chinese medicine and want to study it properly."

As Lu Mingxuan cried out in pain, Song Qiao ran out and asked, "Mingxuan, are you alright?"

Zhou Feng was stitching him up without anesthesia, just threading the needle through his skin.

"I feel sorry for him! But it's nothing, he's a man, he's strong."

When Lu Mingxuan looked up at Song Qiao, he was covered in cold sweat. When Zhou Feng saw this, he quickly tried to shirk responsibility: "It's not my fault, he didn't want anesthesia."

Lu Mingxuan, his forehead covered in sweat, looked at Song Qiao and said, "The wound heals faster without anesthesia. Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

After saying that, he jokingly asked Zhou Feng, "Are you almost done? Even sewing clothes isn't this slow."

Zhou Feng was wearing gloves, which were covered in Lu Mingxuan's blood from rinsing the wound again. When Song Qiao saw this, she squatted down, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the blood off his wound.

"If it hurts, just yell it out!"

Because she was lying face down, Lu Mingxuan looked up at her and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Song Qiao reached out and held his hand tightly: "You took this knife for me, Mingxuan, how could you be so foolish?"

Lu Mingxuan smiled and said, "If I hadn't taken this knife for you, the pain right now wouldn't be on my skin, but on my heart."

Zhou Feng focused on stitching, and after finishing the last stitch, he cut it off with scissors: "Are you two trying to stuff me to death? I'm performing surgery on you here, and you're feeding me dog food over there."

Song Qiao remained silent, her eyes fixed on Lu Mingxuan. She had made up her mind; the man before her was the love of her life, and no matter how many setbacks they faced, she would stay with him.

She supported his return to Yushan, even though they couldn't see each other every day there, she could drive back whenever she had time.

Zhou Feng used disinfectant to clean Lu Mingxuan's wound, then looked at Song Qiao: "Miss Song, I'll have to trouble you with changing the dressings from now on. I'll show you how!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao quickly stood up and walked over. Looking at the freshly stitched, still bleeding scar on Lu Mingxuan's back, she nodded and said, "Dr. Zhou, please speak."

I've been changing the dressing once a day for the past few days. After opening it, I first disinfect the area with tweezers, then cut a piece of gauze and place it on the wound. Remember! Don't put any medication in, or it will leave a scar.

After saying that, he looked up at Song Qiao and said, "Such a handsome back wouldn't look good with a scar on it."

Song Qiao hadn't had a chance to look at Lu Mingxuan's back in the car tonight, but now that she did, she blushed. Zhou Feng didn't hold back at all: "What? You haven't seen him with his clothes off yet, have you?"

Before Song Qiao could answer, Lu Mingxuan sat up abruptly: "Get out!"

The wound was stitched up, so he wasn't afraid of it tearing open. Even if it hurt a little, he could bear it.

"Look! You're so ungrateful! You helped him sew it up and then kicked me out. Fine! I'm leaving, I won't bother you two anymore!"

As Zhou Feng spoke, he packed his medical kit. When Song Qiao saw this, she quickly said, "Dr. Zhou, I poured you some water. Please have a glass of water."

"I'm not drinking anymore, I won't disturb your time together!"

While Song Qiao looked embarrassed, Zhou Feng finished tidying up, threw the gloves into the trash can, stood up and looked at Lu Mingxuan: "No matter what, you will always be the vice president of Jiangcheng Hospital, and I will acknowledge you as such!"

"Hurry up and go, stop nagging, you're acting like a woman!"

Lu Mingxuan waved for Zhou Feng to leave, and Song Qiao quickly said, "Dr. Zhou, let me see you off."

"Okay! I'm leaving now."

Zhou Feng left the living room, and Song Qiao followed him into the courtyard.

"Dr. Zhou! Is Mingxuan really no longer working at Jiangcheng Hospital?"

Zhou Feng turned to look at Song Qiao: "He's willing to give up everything for you, you should cherish him."

"I understand, thank you, Dr. Zhou."

He opened the door and watched Zhou Feng get into the car. The car lights came on, and he poked his head out: "Make me some good food to nourish me. Remember, no sex for the next few days."

Song Qiao really wanted to chase after him and shut him up. She could have just told Lu Mingxuan what he said, so why tell her?

As the horn sounded, the car disappeared into the streetlights.

Song Qiao went into the courtyard and watched the electric gate behind her slowly close before returning to her room.

"Qiaoqiao, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll go make you something!"

What's he doing? He just had stitches done, and he's already acting up?

"I don't need you. I've boiled some eggs. You just need to lie here and rest quietly."

She had already decided that he wouldn't go anywhere for the next few days; he could just rest at home.

Song Qiao returned to the kitchen, ate the boiled eggs, poured a glass of water, and went back to the living room.

In the living room, a huge Sony TV was showing a football match. Song Qiao looked at it and seemed to see what it looked like in high school.

Because of a soccer match, he wouldn't finish his homework and would be punished by the teacher the next day. She liked watching him being punished because he was annoying.

I regret it now.

"Mingxuan, it's time to rest, stop watching."