"Don’t worry, Mr. Bao is fine now." Assistant Lin observed the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Miss An’s mind was simple, and her unease was written all over her face. Assistant Lin suddenly felt that Mr. Bao’s unrequited feelings finally received some response, yet thinking of the current situation, a bit of worry still crossed Assistant Lin’s relieved face. Yesterday, the old Madam Bao stayed by Mr. Bao’s bedside, looking extremely unwell, hinting through her words that she wanted to see Miss An. "I’m not worried about him." An Yin lowered her head guiltily. "I misspoke." Assistant Lin immediately added. After all, she was still officially Bao Cheng’s girlfriend, wasn’t she? Indeed, what he said was inappropriate. Even if someone were worried about Mr. Bao, it should be Bao Cheng, not Bao Cheng’s girlfriend. Thinking of this, Assistant Lin had a headache. On the way, the rain intensified, and the car speed slowed down accordingly. Sitting inside the car became quite stifling, and An Yin turned to look out the window, finding the road to be completely unfamiliar. "Assistant Lin, where are we going?" "A private hospital," Assistant Lin explained. An Yin stared anxiously outside, and soon, the car drove out of the bustling city into a suburban area, with withered branches lining the roadsides, and towering mountains rising in the distance. It wasn’t long before they saw buildings resembling villas. Updates are released by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥 The car continued forward, and An Yin saw a tall building as Assistant Lin smoothly drove into the underground parking lot. Exiting the car, An Yin quietly followed behind Assistant Lin, poking her head around to observe the environment, the entire building exuded an imposing and solemn aura. Upon entering the elevator, a faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air. Upon exiting the elevator, a woman in a nurse’s uniform approached Assistant Lin with a gentle smile and greeted him. An Yin looked at the spotless floor, the murals on the surrounding walls, and the lively green plants arranged in the hallway, inevitably taking a few more glances. If it weren’t for seeing a nurse pass by, An Yin wouldn’t have guessed this was a hospital at all. "Miss An, Mr. Bao is inside." Assistant Lin first knocked on the ward door, then pushed it open. "Aren’t you going in?" An Yin looked at Assistant Lin standing by the side, clearly having no intention of entering. "I’ll wait outside." Assistant Lin spoke leisurely. Since the other party said so, An Yin couldn’t force him, besides, Bao Shaojin wasn’t going to eat anyone, so why was she so nervous? Having prepared herself mentally, An Yin stepped forward, feeling the pressure in her heart doubling with each step. As she entered the room, Assistant Lin closed the door behind her. Hearing the door close, An Yin reflexively jumped in fright, looking pale-faced at the closed door. At this moment, she stood hesitantly in the hallway, unable to see inside the ward. "What are you dawdling for, come in." The man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded. An Yin’s steps halted, suddenly not daring to move forward. Although they just met a few days ago and had a meal of hot pot, now she felt inexplicably anxious. An Yin stood timidly. While she was anxious, the room became very quiet, so much so that she could hear her shallow breaths clearly. The man’s voice came from above, and An Yin, surprised, looked up to meet a pair of dark and profound cold eyes. "Bao, Bao Shaojin." An Yin stammered as she called out. "Why are you standing there? Do I need to personally invite you in?" He wore a blue patient gown, yet his powerful aura was unmistakable. "No need." An Yin looked down guiltily. Bao Shaojin turned and walked towards the inner room, and An Yin hurriedly followed. Unintentionally, she noticed the IV needle on the back of his hand, and her gaze momentarily drifted. Entering the ward, there was a bed placed in the center. The environment was elegant, with all necessary household items and medical equipment. An Yin briefly scanned the surroundings, watching the man walk to the bed and lie down, the action smooth and effortless. If it weren’t for seeing his slightly pale face, An Yin wouldn’t have believed he was ill. "What’s wrong with you?" An Yin hesitantly moved to the bedside, looking at him timidly. "The old ailment." Bao Shaojin replied nonchalantly. "What ailment?" An Yin looked at him intently. Bao Shaojin’s short black hair and high nose bridge gave his face a defined look. At this moment, he slightly raised his eyelids, seriously scrutinizing her. "Knowing so clearly, are you planning to control me?" The man’s dark aura was so overwhelming that An Yin dared not even breathe heavily beside him. What did he mean by her wanting to control him? Could such words be spoken so lightly? Moreover, there was nothing between them. "I was just casually asking." An Yin said with a straight face. The young girl’s thin skin and soft personality instantly froze Bao Shaojin’s black eyes into ice, as he looked at her with a complex expression, "There’s a chair, sit down." An Yin glanced behind her. Behind her was a soft chair, and having walked some distance before, her feet were a bit sore, so she hesitantly took a few steps back and sat down obediently. "Is your condition serious?" Since he wouldn’t tell her what the ailment was, An Yin asked something else. "It’s fine." The man’s voice carried a magnetic undertone, sounding more melodious. If the old madam hadn’t insisted on him resting for a few more days, he probably would have been discharged already. "Can’t you really tell me the ailment?" An Yin questioned persistently. The young girl wore a long down coat, with light blue jeans underneath, overall giving a simple and unadorned impression. Yet she possessed a stunningly exquisite face, her black hair tied in a loose ponytail with a hair-tie, making her appear charmingly beautiful. Bao Shaojin’s desires deepened in his eyes, so he could only appropriately withdraw his somber gaze, "A stomach perforation." "A stomach perforation." An Yin repeated, the words felt awkward rolling off her tongue. She was unfamiliar with the term, but just understanding the meaning of these words made the condition seem serious. She looked again at the man’s striking face, "Does it require surgery?" Bao Shaojin remained calm, "The surgery was very successful." So, he had already undergone surgery? An Yin pondered. "Are you really alright now?" An Yin still couldn’t quite believe it. The man had just gotten out of bed. It didn’t seem at all like someone who had surgery. "Yes." Bao Shaojin confirmed. An Yin exhaled long and deeply. Bao Shaojin observed all her emotions. Was the young girl worried about him? At this time, a figure walked out from a side room, her face carrying a gentle smile, holding a fruit plate as she approached the bedside, finally coming to An Yin’s side. "Miss An, these fruits were just picked from the orchard, try some!" "Aunt Zhang, thank you." An Yin looked at the newcomer and whispered timidly. The next second, Aunt Zhang placed the fruit plate on the wooden table beside her, "Chat away, call me if you need anything." "Okay." An Yin looked at her in confusion, and only after Aunt Zhang left did she awkwardly regain her senses.