Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Dr. Qiao, Your Husband Is Here to Pick You Up

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    Inside the hospital room.

    The old Huo patriarch, rarely looking compassionate, gazed at his youngest son Huo Jiancheng.

    “Jiancheng, I have always owed you. I shouldn’t have resented you for causing your mother’s death when you were born.” His old tears streamed down his face, which had grown grayer and looked much older.

    Huo Jiancheng felt a bitter sweetness in his heart, his eyes brimming with moisture.

    He reached out his withered hand to touch his cheek, “In the blink of an eye, you’re nearly fifty years old, and I don’t have many days left to live. I have wronged you over these years.”

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    “Dad!”

    Huo Jiancheng gripped his hand tightly, “You will not die.”

    The grievances in his heart dissipated with the old man’s apology, like smoke vanishing into thin air.

    He had received the fatherly love he had longed for.

    He never thought the day would come when the old patriarch could speak to him so calmly and peacefully. Huo Jiancheng cried uncontrollably.

    “If we can’t find Cheng Han soon, I fear... I won’t make it past this year.”

    He said with a dejected look, “Before I die, I hope Xingzhou can forgive me. The things I hold, I must pass them on to the most promising of my descendants.”

    Huo Jiancheng struggled internally for a long time, but in the end, he couldn’t resist the call of “filial piety.”

    “Someone might be able to save your life!”

    Huo Jiancheng gritted his teeth and said, “Xingzhou’s complexion has improved a lot. Du Juan suspects it’s related to Qiao Xi, she might be a disciple of Cheng Han, but we are not sure yet.”

    Huo Jiancheng was a naive sweetheart, moved by paternal love, he blurted out his guess.

    He hoped that the father who raised him could have a peaceful death, not tormented to death by illness.

    “Qiao Xi?”

    Huo Weiguo originally wanted to play the emotional card, with it, draw Huo Xingzhou to his side, and thereby facilitate the merger of Tianyuan Group with the Huo family.

    But he hadn’t expected this delightful surprise.

    “Are you sure?” A gleam flashed in the old man’s eyes.

    “I’m not sure, but I can beg Qiao Xi to take a look at you.” It’s just a guess, after all, unconfirmed by anyone.

    “No, wait longer.”

    Huo Weiguo grabbed his hand, “Wait! Let me confirm her identity first. Don’t talk to anyone else about this.”

    Huo Jiancheng obediently nodded, “Okay, then I’ll come to see you every day from now on.”

    Outside the hospital room.

    Huo Beiting heard everything they said, crystal clear!

    Qiao Xi!

    How could that village girl be related to the National Doctor Cheng Han, when Huo Xingzhou is still disabled!

    “Doctor Yan, your family called to say your son has been in a car accident! Your phone is off, and they couldn’t reach you!”

    “What? Is he in emergency? I’ll be there immediately!”

    Yan Shi’an ran out of the traditional Chinese medicine consultation room, his mind buzzing with panic.

    After finishing the acupuncture for Wang Dafu, Qiao Xi instructed him to wait in the room: “I’ll go and get Doctor Yan to sign the prescription, please wait here.”

    As soon as she left, Wang Dafu and his wife hurriedly packed up their things, grabbed the prescription from the desk, and fled.

    Halfway there, Qiao Xi encountered Yan Shi’an returning and asked, “Doctor Yan, how is your family now?”

    Yan Shi’an replied angrily, “It was a prank call, they said they dialed the wrong number.”

    “That’s a relief.”

    When they returned to the consultation room, Wang Dafu was nowhere to be seen.

    Qiao Xi searched but couldn’t find the prescription and said, “That prescription wasn’t signed yet.”

    “Usually, without a signature, the pharmacy won’t dispense medicine, so it’s not a big issue,” Yan Shi’an replied, his years of medical experience having brought him across many situations. Generally, patients were reasonable, and for minor ailments like gastritis, no serious issues would arise.

    Qiao Xi nodded, but, for some reason, she couldn’t shake off a feeling of discomfort.

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    When it was time to get off work.

    Shu Xue, at the nurse’s station, handed Qiao Xi a form.

    “Doctor Qiao, your request for permanent appointment will be officially approved next month, and then you will start doing night shifts. Please fill out this form completely, and be sure to include your emergency contact,” Shu Xue said leaning over, watching her fill it out.

    “Oh, are you listing your husband,” she said, gossiping.

    Qiao Xi awkwardly covered the section, “My family isn’t in Haicheng, so I have to list him.”

    “Tsk tsk, showing off your love. Don’t forget to set up your phone, and be careful when you go home after the night shift,” Shu Xue reminded. “But, I see your husband is here to pick you up again. You should hurry along!”

    Qiao Xi’s lips curled slightly upward: “I’m leaving first.”

    She packed her things and walked toward the exit of the hospital.

    As expected, she saw the familiar car, and Lao Chen opened the car door for her.

    Upon seeing the man inside the car, Qiao Xi greeted him.

    “Mr. Huo.”

    She took out her phone, opened the settings, and immediately entered the emergency contact.

    This would allow her to call quickly; she tried pressing the power button several times, and the man’s phone to one side began buzzing vibrantly.

    The phone screen displayed “Wife.”

    Qiao Xi’s heart sweetened even more.

    The man looked at her with slight confusion: “What are you doing?”

    “Setting up an emergency contact. Mr. Huo, who is your emergency contact?” Qiao Xi asked curiously.

    She wanted to know who he would think of first.