CHAPTER 371: CHAPTER 370: THE HOSPITAL CELEBRITY

He Cui dragged Fang Jianguo, hiding outside the door of the rehabilitation room, and watched through the glass window the sweat-drenched Fang Shaohan doing rehabilitation inside.

Seeing Fang Shaohan’s arms with bulging veins, the muscular arms, the pale sweat on his forehead, the vest drenched with sweat on his back, and those eyes holding hope time and time again, He Cui’s heart was aching.

She really couldn’t help but want to go in and help Fang Shaohan because she begrudgingly thought Gu Xiaoqing was neglectful.

Most of the time, Gu Xiaoqing would stand by with a hands-off attitude, urging Fang Shaohan to move on to the next action, to do one more move.

When seeing Fang Shaohan fall to the ground, unless he absolutely couldn’t get up, Gu Xiaoqing basically never helped, even using the most venomous words to provoke Fang Shaohan, causing him to grit his teeth and climb up time and again.

He Cui’s heart was hurt.

She really wanted to rush in, to stop all of this, and she very much wanted to take care of Fang Shaohan herself.

However, she was stopped by Fang Jianguo.

"Don’t let appearances fool you. Gu Xiaoqing is a good child; she knows what’s most helpful for Fang Shaohan. If you go in, you will only disrupt it all. I’m a soldier and a father, so I believe this child is not wrong.

Don’t use your eyes to see everything; use your heart to see everything, and then you’ll be grateful to Gu Xiaoqing."

These words made He Cui hesitate.

A month later, being able to see Fang Shaohan support himself with his arms and stand up holding onto a chair, that kind of joy made He Cui realize her own superficiality.

She felt guilty knowing that perhaps a mother’s loving heart might not bring her son the motivation to stand up; perhaps only Gu Xiaoqing’s sarcasm, disdainful glances, and contempt could give Fang Shaohan the motivation to persevere.

Even if now he can only stand holding onto a chair, unable to move his feet, it is still the most exciting.

In fact, during this period, many people have come to visit Fang Shaohan one after another, including Feng Qingyang, whom Fang Shaohan wished to skin alive.

Almost every few days, he would appear in front of Fang Shaohan and Gu Xiaoqing with flowers in hand, looking solicitous, speaking tenderly to Gu Xiaoqing, and various small gifts would seem to appear in front of Gu Xiaoqing like a continuous stream.

It made Fang Shaohan almost grit his teeth in hatred.

This was blatant sabotage pushed to an intolerable extent.

Often even when everyone was asleep at night, Fang Shaohan was still continually exercising, just hoping to stand up soon.

Standing up has become a nightmare in Fang Shaohan’s heart.

At the same time, when facing Gu Xiaoqing, Fang Shaohan’s temper was almost at its peak, losing his temper and speaking maliciously, though it seemed these had no effect on Gu Xiaoqing.

Besides doing her routine tasks, whenever Fang Shaohan was angry, Gu Xiaoqing would avoid him—can’t provoke, but can hide.

This was Gu Xiaoqing’s policy.

However, the more Gu Xiaoqing behaved this way, the more furious Fang Shaohan became.

Thinking Gu Xiaoqing deliberately ignored him, his anger only intensified.

Therefore, it became a vicious cycle.

Fang Shaohan’s fiery temper has already become a notorious feature in this hospital.

Doctors and nurses got used to the angry shouting and things being smashed here almost every few days, it was not unusual.

Meanwhile, everyone sympathized with Gu Xiaoqing; this young girl taking care of such a tyrant was truly admirable.

Just like today, when Gu Xiaoqing pushed Fang Shaohan to the rehabilitation room, it was just the two of them here. Gu Xiaoqing pushed the wheelchair to the side of the equipment, lowered the footrest so Fang Shaohan’s feet touched the ground, so even if only with support, Fang Shaohan could stand up.

Unfortunately, Fang Shaohan clearly did not appreciate it. When Gu Xiaoqing, half supporting under his arms, tried to assist Fang Shaohan to stand, she was directly pushed away by him.

This push made Gu Xiaoqing, caught off guard, fall aside, as she had used all her strength to support Fang Shaohan, leaving her without any resistance and just thrown aside.

Fang Shaohan wasn’t much better off either, losing Gu Xiaoqing’s support, he rolled off the wheelchair, which ended up on its side with Fang Shaohan weighed down by it.

Embarrassed, he wanted to crawl up, but unfortunately, relying on his own strength with his legs now was a joke, so he could only struggle awkwardly there.

Gu Xiaoqing burst into laughter.

Pointing at Fang Shaohan over there, laughing, just like a turtle turned on its back, limbs flailing, very ridiculous.

"Is this what you want, to make everyone laugh at you?"

Unreserved ridicule, anyway, whether kind words or harsh words, this person now has the same attitude.

Fang Shaohan felt both ashamed and angry, the powerless feeling of being laughed at really made him want to die.

He didn’t want to ask for help, but he couldn’t manage self-rescue.

"Come over here!"

Fang Shaohan finally spoke up, it was a rare occasion.

You wouldn’t know it was rare for Fang Shaohan to say one sentence recently, it was almost like the heavens raining red.

Gu Xiaoqing deliberately sat on the ground, rubbing her arms and ankles, fiercely asking, "Fang Shaohan, are you talking to the air?"

After putting up with Fang Shaohan’s temper lately, Gu Xiaoqing had enough. For a patient, she had already done more than enough, can’t everyone always accommodate his moods; to everyone, he’s always giving the cold shoulder.

No one owes him.

Even as a patient, when you can’t tolerate anymore, you don’t have to tolerate.

Fang Shaohan held his breath, trying hard to turn over once again, but he obviously underestimated the power of the wheelchair and the level of difficulty in this, it was useless.

Having to bow to Gu Xiaoqing, Fang Shaohan opened his mouth, took a look outside, usually a few caregivers would be outside, but today for some reason none were.

Fang Shaohan gave up and lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking but his expression was so dejected and sorrowful.

Gu Xiaoqing, not hearing any response for a long time, turned her head to look over, seeing Fang Shaohan like a living dead.

Cynically, she said: "This look, who is it for? Is there anyone else here besides me? Here, you know, there’s no chance of sympathy. The way you treated me, I’m not treating you unfairly."

Gu Xiaoqing also lay down, flat on the floor, looking at the ceiling, nothing on the white ceiling, but her mood seemed relaxed, her whole body relaxing, all the frustration and accumulated anger over the past days slowly dissipating.