CHAPTER 472: 229. SO THEY HAD A FIGHT...

After Lu Yao elegantly and beautifully left in her high heels, Yu Qinglu sat on the bench for two hours.

The sunset sank below the horizon, and the sky outside shifted from bright to dark; one incandescent lamp after another lit up, the light in the corridor grew from dim to bright.

Her shadow on the floor was a small and solitary figure.

After the nurse finished the preparations, she hesitantly walked to the bench and politely spoke, "Miss Yu, it’s eight-thirty, time to start the IV. Have you eaten?"

She had been quite cooperative with the treatment before, but today seemed different; she’d been waiting in the ward for half an hour, and Miss Yu showed no reaction.

It seemed Yu Qinglu only then realized that it was getting late. The people coming and going in the corridor had greatly reduced, leaving only a few doctors and the nurses on duty.

Maintaining the same posture for a long time, her body was somewhat stiff.

She slowly lifted her head and looked at the nurse in white beside her, her eyes cloudy but not completely unfocused.

With lips dry and chapped, she asked, "Do we look like good friends?"

Her voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from a parched throat.

"Uh..." Initially, the nurse was a bit confused, but then suddenly recalled what Doctor Zhao had told her during lunch and understood.

She tentatively said, "Are you talking about Miss Su? Although I’d never seen her before, I’ve noticed she’s been coming to accompany you every day recently. You two should, should be good friends."

Yu Qinglu didn’t show much reaction, and after a while, she nodded and stood up to walk towards the ward.

She couldn’t even smell the disinfectant in the air anymore, lifted the thin blanket and lay down on the bed, turned sideways and said faintly, "I don’t want the IV today. Take everything away."

Hearing this, the nurse’s nerves immediately tightened.

Looking at the frail back on the bed, she said with difficulty, "But, this is the medicine the hospital just bought from abroad, you’ve only used it for two days, Doctor Zhao specifically instructed it has to be continuously administered for two weeks without interruption."

This type of medicine is scarce and hard to acquire, so it’s insanely expensive; ordinary economically challenged AIDS patients simply can’t afford it.

This Miss Yu, whose background is unclear but certainly not to be offended, had been quite cooperative with the treatment before, even if she only calmly accepted it; it’s much better than being unapproachable.

What kind of stimulus did she receive today...

The nurse had been on this floor for six years, spending every day with patients of this kind, and over time, she’d learned to see through a bit.

Even if they didn’t show it outwardly, deep down, they harbored some sense of inferiority, and some even had a malicious intent to retaliate against society.

Especially those who were forced into contracting the disease.

Yu Qinglu didn’t hear a word the nurse said, she just quietly gazed at the window.

Beyond the glass was a boundless night sky dotted with bright lights, adding some warmth and companionship to the starless night, but... not a single one was lit for her.

She was nothing but a forgotten living corpse here.

The rack holding the medicine and syringes was still by the bedside, Yu Qinglu glanced at it indifferently, her tone carrying impatience, "I don’t want the IV. Take it all away."

The nurse’s hands clasped in front of her suddenly tightened, and she quickly walked over, "Oh, okay."

Before pushing the rack away, the nurse turned to look at the person on the bed.

She had never seen such empty and desolate eyes before.

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It was a rare weekend when Nan Wan could stay home and rest without having to work.

Aunt Zhou was trimming the greenery in the conservatory, the other two servants were cooking in the kitchen, and Mr. Mu was working in the study.

Jiu Jiu and Pea were two extremes with completely opposing personalities.

The former could sit on the carpet playing with toys for one or two hours without moving much; the latter, on the other hand, couldn’t stay still for a second, couldn’t even crawl yet but had a heart that wanted to fly, wishing to jump up to the chandelier on the ceiling.

With Barton to accompany Jiu Jiu, Nan Wan actually only needed to watch Pea, but this troublesome little princess was extremely restless.

Worried about the child catching a cold, the air conditioning temperature in the living room was set a few degrees higher than in the bedroom, causing Nan Wan to break into a light sweat.

Helplessly picking up the continuously squirming Pea, she touched her forehead with her own, laughing softly, "An Ge, are you the reincarnation of the Demon King?"

She suddenly felt fortunate that her son Mu Yan had become the cool type; otherwise, with two little demon kings of about the same age causing trouble together, she might be worn out.