Chapter 302: Chapter 275: Mr. Gu Doesn’t Dare to Speak
The next day, Qiao Yuxian and Gu Yanjing first took Qiao Zhiang to his hobby class, and then the two went to the Sixth Hospital together.
They first went to see Yan An and spent the entire morning with her.
At noon, keeping an eye on Shen Wenyan’s off-duty time, Qiao Yuxian and Gu Yanjing went to Shen Wenyan’s clinic office.
Qiao Yuxian brought him a meal from the small kitchen in Yan An’s courtyard. At the entrance of Shen Wenyan’s office, the last patient had not yet gone in.
So the two waited outside for a while.
It wasn’t until the last patient left and there was no one outside that Qiao Yuxian pushed the door open and went in.
Seeing it was her, Shen Wenyan’s smile spread across his face, completely different from the procedural gentle smile he gave patients.
But then he saw Gu Yanjing.
His smile froze momentarily, without much change, politely saying, "Mr. Gu."
Gu Yanjing didn’t speak, glanced at him as a form of greeting.
Qiao Yuxian carried the lunch box into the office: "Brother Wenyan, lunch is here."
Shen Wenyan smiled at her.
Qiao Yuxian placed the lunchbox on his desk and took out the food piece by piece, saying, "You’re in for a treat today, this was personally made by Aunt Yan."
Shen Wenyan looked at the food, then at Gu Yanjing, and said, "Aunt Yan has been stable lately, and her mood is very good."
Gu Yanjing looked at him, paused, and said, "Thank you."
Shen Wenyan shook his head with a smile, "Thank Yu Xian, she has the kind of personality where coming once is more effective than you coming ten times."
Qiao Yuxian smiled at Gu Yanjing and said, "No choice, it’s natural charm, everyone loves me."
Gu Yanjing reached out to help her smooth out the hair on the back of her head that was slightly messy.
Shen Wenyan smiled.
The three of them sat down.
Shen Wenyan sat at his desk, Qiao Yuxian sat at the side of his desk.
Gu Yanjing sat by the desk opposite Shen Wenyan, slightly distancing himself from Qiao Yuxian.
While Shen Wenyan ate, Qiao Yuxian looked through the materials he had organized about Chen Xi.
After a while, Shen Wenyan said, "You made these buns, didn’t you?"
"Hmm? You can tell?" Qiao Yuxian looked at the buns.
During lunchtime, Yan An said she wanted to personally cook, and she assisted by the side, casually making two buns.
"You’re used to pinching here," Shen Wenyan pointed at the bun.
Qiao Yuxian looked at it, indeed, it was her habitual pinch. But she had only made two, and when she was packing the food, she randomly took two, and they both happened to be the ones she made.
Gu Yanjing also glanced at it.
Qiao Yuxian had made just two buns at noon, and didn’t touch the rest of the food, while Gu Yanjing ate three buns, not tasting any of the others.
And brought them all for him.
"Grandma said you made marks on dumplings with coins during New Year, leaving a habit," Shen Wenyan said.
Qiao Yuxian laughed, "I didn’t pay attention."
Gu Yanjing sat aside, with no extra expression on his face. As usual, exuding coldness.
But listening to the conversation that had no involvement with him, a huge chill swept through his heart.
Yet Mr. Gu, who had been termed a jealous type, didn’t want to show it.
Quietly sitting by the side, listening to them talk.
Qiao Yuxian briefly told Shen Wenyan about contacting Chen Xi last night: "Do you think her issues might be psychological, can they be resolved?"
"Possible. Extreme fear, terror, anger," Shen Wenyan spoke slowly, "could make her completely forget or unable to describe the person’s appearance. Perhaps Chen Xi has experienced something more frightful."
Qiao Yuxian thought about it, "Can it be resolved?"
"Worth a try," Shen Wenyan said, "But it might be difficult. One issue is time; if it’s truly such a situation, long-term treatment is necessary. Also, she’s under surveillance, once or twice is fine, but extended time poses exposure risks. It’s detrimental for investigation. Premature actions would ruin it."
Qiao Yuxian remained silent.
Shen Wenyan calmly ate, "She comes twice a week, actually a good opportunity. But her parents and those watching her are aware she isn’t sick and doesn’t need treatment. If kicks her parents out every time, those watching can easily become suspicious."
Qiao Yuxian understood what he meant.
If Gu Yao really exists,
but there’s no traceable information about him, then he or those around him must have strong counter-surveillance abilities.
They have to be careful again and again.
Moreover, if exposed, Chen Xi might face life-threatening risks, they can’t gamble.
"Can’t locate her phone?" Shen Wenyan asked.
"Haven’t tried yet," Qiao Yuxian said, "She said when she went to see Gu Yao, she had her phone with her, but there was no signal. During this time, Gu Yao hasn’t contacted her."
"People like that who have almost nonexistent information often have bigger conspiracies behind them," Shen Wenyan said.
"Which makes me curious."
Just as Qiao Yuxian finished speaking, Gu Yanjing suddenly clicked his tongue softly.
She immediately turned to look at him.
Shen Wenyan also lifted his eyes to look at him.
Gu Yanjing held a pen in his right hand, with blood flowing from the side of his palm from the tip of his left pinky.
Blood dripped from his palm onto the floor.
Gu Yanjing’s skin was icy white, the blood especially glaring against it.
Qiao Yuxian swiftly got up, with the chair scraping sharply on the floor.
"How did this happen?" Qiao Yuxian approached him, holding his hand to check.
The wound was at the tip of his pinky, with traces of ink.
Gu Yanjing put down the pen, calmly said, "Nothing much. Just pricked it while capping the pen."
Shen Wenyan fetched a first aid kit and placed it beside them.
Seeing Qiao Yuxian’s furrowed brows, Gu Yanjing said, "It’s fine, doesn’t hurt."
Qiao Yuxian ignored him, opened the first aid kit, found a cotton swab, wiped off the blood, examining the wound.
Ink had penetrated the skin.
Qiao Yuxian’s expression chilled a bit more.
Gu Yanjing held her hand, "Really, it’s fine."
"Are you two years old?" Qiao Yuxian said coldly, "Can’t even cap a pen. You use pens all the time, what’s the point?"
Gu Yanjing replied, "Careless..."
Qiao Yuxian gave him a look.
Mr. Gu bit his lip, swallowing the rest of his words.
Qiao Yuxian carefully disinfected his wound, and squeezed the wound slightly, but the ink seemed to have embedded itself, only blood came out.
Mr. Gu dared not speak.
Shen Wenyan watched the two.
He always thought, if they clashed, the one to give in would always be Qiao Yuxian.
Unexpectedly, there were times Gu Yanjing was scared enough to stay silent.
Gu Yanjing looked at Qiao Yuxian’s hand, sensing Shen Wenyan watching them, he raised his eyes and met his gaze.
Their eyes met.
Shen Wenyan smiled warmly, with a hint of deeper meaning.
Gu Yanjing’s expression chilled further, eyes sharpening like a blade towards him.
Qiao Yuxian had earnestness as she disinfected, looking up to find him engaging in a silent confront.
She pressed the cotton swab against his wound.
It didn’t hurt much, Gu Yanjing looked at her, noticing her stern expression, he coughed lightly, lowered his gaze, and concentrated on her hand.
Once he behaved, she pressed the wound again, until the ink faded a bit, she then disinfected, applied medicine, and attached a band-aid. Then said, "If this happens again, I’ll bend and twist your finger before frying it."
Mr. Gu looked at her, bit his lip, still dared not speak...