CHAPTER 593: 230 YOU’RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP NOW, ARE YOU?_2

It has only been one night.

Doctor Yan adjusted the reading glasses on his nose. He had been working in orthopedics for so long, yet this was the first time he had encountered something so bizarre.

Could it be that Liu Runxi’s physical constitution was different from ordinary people?

It wasn’t entirely impossible. Some people, due to genetic mutations and other reasons, might develop certain "evolved" traits, making their physique unique compared to others.

But no matter how "evolved," it should still fall within the scope of biomedical science. Liu Runxi’s situation was clearly out of this world.

He usually enjoyed watching some science fiction movies with his eldest grandson. Could this be a case of mutation? A superhuman with extraordinary healing or regenerative abilities?

Doctor Yan wondered if he had been too sleep-deprived from drafting surgical plans, causing him to hallucinate.

In the end, he had no choice but to confirm that Liu Runxi’s wound was indeed healing, rendering surgery unnecessary. And judging by the test results, his prognosis showed no issues—he could run and jump as good as new.

Liu Runxi noticed Doctor Yan looking at him with a strange expression. Puzzled, he asked, "Doctor Yan, is there anything wrong?"

Doctor Yan entertained the wild idea of hauling him off for research, to uncover any secrets lurking inside his body.

But considering the two black-suited bodyguards stationed at the door, he quickly dismissed the thought.

Perhaps it was a misdiagnosis yesterday.

He could only use this one reason to convince himself.

"Your leg is recovering well. For now, surgery is not required. Let’s observe for a few more days," he said.

Liu Runxi lowered his gaze.

"Thank you, doctor."

Doctor Yan left a few instructions and departed with his team in a flurry.

The ward fell silent once more.

Liu Runxi looked at his left leg.

Last night, in front of Shen You’an, he had lost his composure.

He could only remember exposing his darkest, most wretched side to her.

As for what happened afterward, his memories were hazy.

Since the injury, the pain from the wound had been relentless. But in that dream, the injured area felt as if it were wrapped in a warm spring—comforting and soothing.

The pain now was still there, but compared to yesterday, it had lessened significantly.

Though not a medical expert, he certainly wasn’t a fool.

A torn ligament couldn’t possibly improve overnight.

He thought of that embrace.

And of the gentle murmurs that brushed against his ear in the dream.

Was it truly a dream?

~

Chunzhou TV Station, Studio 1.

On-stage, a tense rehearsal was underway.

After accompanying viewers for three months, "Youth Idol" would come to its grand finale tonight, with the group debut lineup set to be unveiled.

A hundred contestants gathered on stage, bringing the show to a perfect close.

As the top fan-favorite contestant and the frontrunner for debuting as the center position, Rong Xianning naturally became the focal point. Outside the TV station, the square was flooded with passionate fan groups who had spontaneously come to show their support. The grand scale was a spectacle in itself.

The broadcast would begin at 7 PM, with Chunzhou TV Station and online platforms streaming live coverage from start to finish.

The production team already had exceptional experience in handling such large-scale competitions. However, this time, Director Li was tenser than ever before.

Even the station director came for an inspection.

Rumors had it that a very important figure would attend tonight’s live event. Given how seriously the station director took this, the person’s influence must be immense. No one dared to slack off, and everyone strived for perfection in every aspect.

Rong Xianning, having just finished another round of rehearsals, returned backstage.

The opening number was a group performance involving all 100 contestants. As the center position, he had a solo breakdance section, and after several rounds of practice, beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

He found his bag, took out a towel to wipe his sweat, and then grabbed his water bottle. But just as he was about to take a sip, he seemed to think of something and put the bottle back down.

Xu Si, who had just entered, saw this and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Rong Xianning pulled out his phone and glanced at WeChat.

He opened a chat window, where the last message dated back to four days ago.

Rong Xianning pursed his lips. Glancing at the time—it was now 4:30 PM—he knew the audience would begin entering the venue at 5 PM.

He opened the keyboard and typed: Are you here?

Hesitating for a moment, he finally sent the message.

There was no response.

The light in Rong Xianning’s eyes gradually dimmed.

"Xiao Rong."

A shadow fell over him.

Rong Xianning looked up.

It was Fang Hui.

Fang Hui wore a sharp professional outfit and carried a takeout bag from Zirui Pavilion.

"I’m here on behalf of President Ding to check on you. She knows you love fish and specifically had me order her signature vinegar fish from Zirui Pavilion. Isn’t President Ding the best to you?"

Fang Hui opened the container, revealing four dishes and a soup, all signature items from Zirui Pavilion.

She handed a pair of chopsticks to Rong Xianning.

Rong Xianning’s expression remained cold. "Apologies, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline President Ding’s kindness. Director Li has already instructed us to strictly monitor our diet for the sake of being camera-ready."