Chapter 19

Ling’er…

Song Ling stared at the person, his salivary glands secreting frantically. He wanted to swallow, but he suddenly choked.

He held himself back, trying to not cough too shamefully.

Zhou Qingluo sat comfortably after angering the other to death, lightly raising an eyebrow.

Song Ling shut up, driving seriously, no longer speaking.

He didn’t go to People’s Hospital or Mingde Hospital and went to another private hospital called Century Bright Hospital.

The location was quite remote and constructed like a castle. There was also a large fountain and square in front of the outpatient building that was heavily guarded. There were few people, completely unlike a normal hospital.

Zhou Qingluo didn’t know what to think.

Just listening to the name, it seemed to be a hospital to treat celebrities’ unspeakable diseases. For example, inability to conceive or inability to XXX and the like.

But the dress style of the nurses and medical staff made it seem like a plastic surgery hospital.

Or maybe there was a hidden organ trafficking organization behind the scenes?

Did Song Ling bring him here to take his kidney or mold him exactly the same way as Jiang Shiyan?

Zhou Qingluo apprehensively followed Song Ling out of the car. After hesitating for a while, he asked, “Is this hospital legit?”

Song Ling seemed to read his mind, “Zhou Qingluo, I’m not going to take your organs, relax.”

“…” You didn’t have to say it so directly.

But the way he called his name so cold and indifferently was a lot more pleasing to the ears.

It turned out that Young Master Song liked to use violence against violence.

Got it.

Zhou Qingluo subconsciously let out a sigh of relief and said without a change of face, “I’m not worried about this. I paid for my medical insurance myself and can only get reimbursements for second-class hospitals and below.”

Song Ling glanced at him with a ‘I’ve seen through you but I won’t expose you’ expression, “Is that so?”

Zhou Qingluo ignored it and continued to say, “Third-class is the best, the reimbursement ratio is highest.”

Song Ling raised the corners of his mouth, lightly shook his head and made a call. A young doctor in a white coat came to pick them up.

When he saw Song Ling, he punched his chest, “Hoh, Duke Huan of Qi came.”

Zhou Qingluo didn’t know why he called Song Ling Duke Huan of Qi, but he did know the Duke avoided medical treatment.

Song Ling lowered his head and gestured towards Zhou Qingluo, “He has a skin allergy. You prescribe a medicine.”

The doctor’s name was Guan Minglang; he was a little surprised to receive Song Ling’s call.

From his point of view, Song Ling was an extremely mentally unhealthy person. Furthermore, his relationship seemed rocky recently and he barely had any foundation in the first place, so his spiritual world was on the verge of collapse.

Guan Minglang originally wanted to find a chance to lock him up and treat him, but sick people would always think they’re not sick, or that being crazy was okay. They acted like his place was a lion’s den and refused to come.

Only now did Guan Minglang see Zhou Qingluo beside Song Ling.

At first glance, he thought that it was Jiang Shiyan and blurted out, “Jiang… Sir, why are you so tanned?”

Song Ling interrupted, “His name is Zhou Qingluo.”

Guan Minglang took a deep breath. Seeing Zhou Qingluo’s momentary pause, thoughts like ‘did Song Ling shift his affections?’ and ‘where did Song Ling go to find such a similar substitute?’ ran through his mind repeatedly.

He subconsciously looked at Song Ling, who twisted his neck and looked like he would string him up and beat him the next second.

Zhou Qingluo was the first to break the silence, “Hello, Doctor.”

Guan Minglang quickly recovered, smiling and saying to Zhou Qingluo: “Hello, Mr. Zhou, please wait in the consultation room over there. A dermatologist will be over soon to see you.”

Song Ling, “Hurry up.”

Guan Minglang, “Who told you to not tell me the symptoms before you came? I’m a psychologist, of course I can’t treat skin diseases.”

Song Ling: “If you can’t treat, then what kind of dean are you?”

Guan Minglang: “…”

Zhou Qingluo suffered from too many illnesses in his past life and listened to the doctor’s words the most. After learning that Guan Minglang was the dean, he obediently went to the consultation room like a primary school student after the principal.

Song Ling followed Guan Minglang out, “What kind of sickness?”

Guan Minglang, “What kind of person?”

Song Ling didn’t speak.

Guan Minglang didn’t ask anymore. If Song Ling didn’t want to say, then even prying his mouth open wouldn’t work.

“It should be normal solar dermatitis, not serious.”

Song Ling: “Then when the doctor sees him in a moment, tell him it’s serious.”

Guan Minglang: “No, I have medical ethics.”

Song Ling curled the corner of his lips, crossing his arms and tilting his head up with an insidious face: “Is that so?”

Guan Minglang knew that when Song Ling made this expression and asked a ‘Are you sure?’ in this creepy tone, he definitely had some way to force them to submit.

Song Ling: “I don’t have time recently. The car you asked me to modify can only wait.”

Guan Minglang was silent for a little, “Tell me, how serious?”

Song Ling nodded in satisfaction, “Can’t work outdoors and can only do indoor work and the like.”

“Easy, easy.”

Modifying a race car was a trivial matter. As the largest shareholder of the hospital, if Song Ling withdrew his capital, then his hospital would have major crisis and go… broke…

Song Ling laughed triumphantly and Guan Minglang looked at his sinister smile, “Why? You want to invite them to your café to work and watch them all the time?”

“None of your f*cking business.”

“…”

* * *

Zhou Qingluo waited patiently, not knowing that he was being calculated by others. Soon after, Song Ling and Guan Minglang came back along with a young male doctor with a serious expression, as if he was about to announce a critical illness.

The doctor asked him a few questions and buried his head in writing, “Come, take off your clothes and show me.”

They were all big men and Zhou Qingluo didn’t dally, swooshing his t-shirt off and revealing a not muscular but well-proportioned upper body.

Song Ling raised his half-lidded eyes and what came into sight was Zhou Qingluo’s jade white upper body, in stark contrast with his bronzed face from long-term exposure to the sun. The visual impact was very strong.

His muscles were fine and smooth, waist small, and because he didn’t have abs, his waist looked really soft.

Below that…

Zhou Qingluo asked, “Doctor, do I need to take my pants off?”

Song Ling subconsciously clenched his fist. He averted his gaze and his Adam’s apple rolled involuntarily.

“No need, the upper body’s fine.” The doctor raised his head and was startled, “Woah! Your skin’s so white. If you’re being tanned like this, people with thin skin would definitely get allergic symptoms. Okay, put your clothes back on.”

After Zhou Qingluo put on his clothes, Song Ling calmly looked away.

Guan Minglang had been secretly observing Song Ling’s reactions and raised an eyebrow. He was really curious about this person that looked like Jiang Shiyan.

Zhou Qingluo didn’t notice the turbulent undercurrent and only cared about his body’s health.

“Solar dermatitis shouldn’t be severe, right?”

Doctor: “Not serious. Put on some medicine, pay attention to rest and sun exposure, and you should be fine.”

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Guan Minglang coughed once.

The doctor also coughed, “But you can’t be in the sun for long and it’s best to not work an outdoors job. It’s easy to get skin cancer.”

“Skin cancer?”

“Yes, it’s a kind of cancer. It can’t be cured and may also fester, causing disfigurement.”

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt that this hospital wasn’t very legit. A skin allergy can even turn into cancer, “Skin cancer isn’t so easy to get.”

“The probability is 2/10000, but the ozone layer has decreased these years and radiation is stronger. The incidence of skin cancer is on the rise, especially for outdoor workers.”

The doctor can go from allergies to the ozone layer. This hospital is definitely not legit took firm root in Zhou Qingluo’s mind.

It was like going to a black-hearted hospital. In order to cheat money, they could even turn pregnancy into infertility.

And Song Ling was the scammer that led others to the black-hearted hospital.

The doctor looked at him sternly, “Seeing how tanned you are, you should be an outdoors worker. You must pay attention to your body, after all, you’re only young once. Your health should be cherished.”

Zhou Qingluo wanted to get up and leave, but hearing this, he sat down obediently. No one knew the truth that ‘life was precious’ better than him.

He sent Zhou Qingmu a WeChat.

[Don’t look for me unless you need something]: Sis, what kind of hospital is Century Bright Hospital? Is it legit?

Zhou Qingmu might’ve been busy so she didn’t reply in detail, only using one word.

[Legit!!!]

Seeing the exclamation points, Zhou Qingluo had a good grasp and answered the doctor: “Okay, I understand. I won’t do outdoor work in the future.”

The doctor handed a paper directly to Song Ling, “Here’s the prescription. The usage and dosage are all recorded on it.”

Zhou Qingluo: “?” Shouldn’t you give that to me?

Song Ling took the paper and asked Guan Minglang, “What class is this hospital? Is it second-class?”

Guan Minglang: “…” You’re a shareholder and you don’t know?!

Song Ling: “Are there any umbrellas in the office?”

Guan Minglang: “…”

It was so hard to look straight at Song Ling’s dog face.

* * *

After Zhou Qingluo came out of the hospital, he was finally relieved. At least this hospital didn’t prescribe him medicine on the level of skin cancer and was just some common medicine.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, two big men standing beneath a large umbrella made for a strange scene. It was a little hard to look at.

Zhou Qingluo didn’t want an umbrella, but Song Ling insisted on holding it above his head.

“Zhou Qingluo, look at how dark you’ve turned.”

“It’s good to be dark. What does a big man need to be so pale for?”

Being tan would make him not like Jiang Shiyan.

Zhou Qingluo inexplicably felt that this conversation was familiar. Last time when Song Ling was riding his scooter, he put his helmet on his head and said the same thing.

Sure enough, Song Ling wanted him to be pale so he looked more like Jiang Shiyan.

Song Ling didn’t say anything, and Zhou Qingluo suddenly realized he insulted the person in front of him too.

After all, Song Ling was pale—very pale—and his appearance was amazing. It was the kind that could walk out the door and directly make their debut.

Some guilt rose in Zhou Qingluo’s heart and just when he was thinking of how to explain it, Song Ling said: “One part dark, one part light, just like a spotted pig.”

Zhou Qingluo: “…” For someone like Song Ling, there was no need to feel guilty.

Zhou Qingluo: “Thank you for today. If you’re busy, then you can head back first. I’ll take a taxi.”

Song Ling looked at him as if looking at piece of barbecued pork. In his eyes, Zhou Qingluo saw the reflection of a small, heartless version of himself.

At this time, Zhou Shoulin called his phone, “Qingluo, are you finished with the checkup? How is it?”

“No big problem, going back now.”

“Tell Xiao Song to come back for dinner together. Dad will cook for you.”

Zhou Qingluo glanced at Song Ling furtively, wondering why Zhou Shoulin hadn’t forgotten about this yet. He whispered, “He has something to do…”

Song Ling directly leaned over, “Okay. Thank you, Uncle Zhou.”

Zhou Qingluo: “…”

Song Ling’s warm breath scattered on his fingertips and the side of his face. He could smell the faint mint fragrance on Song Ling’s body.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered a manga he read before, saying that every person had their unique scent. Those with similar scents would attract each other.

Was Song Ling lemon-scented? No wonder why it smelled good.

(TN: I’m assuming it means minty-flavored tinted with lemon.)

“Ah! Are they going to kiss?”

The sound of melon eaters (gossipers) penetrated into Zhou Qingluo’s ears. He abruptly realized that they were really close, and not far away, there were two girls whispering while watching them.

Song Ling also noticed them but pretended he didn’t hear anything. After glancing at them, he gazed at him calmly.

In the past, Zhou Qingluo was once mistaken by Song Ling as Jiang Shiyan and gnawed and licked on. He felt like the situation was a bit dangerous.

He calmly took a step back, “You’re too close.”

Song Ling: “Didn’t notice.”

Zhou Shoulin on the phone call: “Who? Who’s too close?”

“No one. I’ll be back soon. Hanging up, Dad.”

Zhou Qingluo hung up with a stiff face, wondering how Song Ling could be so shameless.

Song Ling stuffed the umbrella into Zhou Qingluo’s hand, “Your phone’s too loud.”

Zhou Qingluo hated people who inverted the truth the most. He followed behind Song Ling and reasoned: “Even if my volume’s too loud, if someone wasn’t listening on purpose, you wouldn’t have heard it.

“Your behavior’s really impolite, you know?

“It’s really beat up-able.

“Especially getting so close for no reason.”

Song Ling didn’t answer him and walked towards the car. Zhou Qingluo held the umbrella and followed behind step by step, nagging at him.

Unknowingly, they arrived at the car and Song Ling opened the co-pilot door for him. He tilted his head, “Get in.”

Zhou Qingluo really didn’t want to get in the car.

Song Ling handed the keys over to him, “You want to drive?”

Zhou Qingluo put away the umbrella and got on the car.

Song Ling seemed very satisfied and got into the driver’s seat, fingers tapping the steering wheel. He turned his head and said, “Zhou Qingluo, I drive you around at your beck and call, and you give me such a cold stinky face over a meal?”

Zhou Qingluo held the medicine and clammed up. Song Ling was a debate king, he couldn’t outtalk him. He still wanted his face (pride/dignity).

He turned his head out the window. Along with the roar of the engine, Song Ling’s voice drifted in.

“Or are you avoiding me these two days because you’re angry?”