Transmigrated as the Domineering Scumbag Alpha Forced into Marriage by a Delicate Subordinate (GL) - Chapter 30

Tang Yun had returned to the ward to be with her sister. Qin Jue found wandering the hospital corridor alone utterly boring. She walked from one end to the other, and then back again, before finally remembering a place she could go.

Qin Jue crossed the connecting corridor towards another building according to the floor guide, entered the elevator, and watched the floor numbers climb one by one. She planned to visit the Cardiology Department. Chief Physician Yu Mu was her savior; both personally and professionally, she should pay a visit, although she wasn’t sure if he was on night duty.

On the sixteenth floor, in the Cardiology Ward, it was a rare calm night. Qin Jue stepped out of the elevator, facing the large screen at the nurse’s station, where monitoring equipment for each ward traced regular, even broken lines. The little nurse on duty was fighting sleep, slumped over the desk.

Qin Jue walked up and tapped the desk. “Hello, is Chief Physician Yu Mu on duty tonight?”

The little nurse roused herself and immediately shouted toward the duty room behind her, “Chief Yu, a patient’s family is looking for you.”

Then she went back to slumping.

Qin Jue couldn’t help but smile, thanked the little nurse, and walked in the direction indicated. Just as she was about to knock, someone darted out from nowhere behind her, carrying two large bags, shouting, “Excuse me, excuse me,” and charged into the room.

“Supper’s here!” a familiar voice shouted.

The duty room door was pushed against the wall and bounced back. Everything happened too quickly. Qin Jue stood at the entrance, dumbfounded.

“Mo Quan… what are you doing?” Qin Jue rubbed her forehead.

“Ah, Qin Jue, why are you here?” Mo Quan turned around and finally saw her childhood friend standing at the doorway.

“Passing by the hospital for something, thought I’d come see Chief Yu,” Qin Jue asked. “And you?”

Mo Quan: “Oh, I was also passing by, so I brought Chief Yu some supper. Night shifts are hard work.”

Mo Quan’s words sounded breezy, but the logo of the Mo family’s hotel on the supper bags completely gave her away. It was not a short trip from the hotel.

“You should switch careers to food delivery,” Qin Jue teased.

Mo Quan chuckled nervously.

As they spoke, Yu Mu stood up from behind the computer. Mo Quan immediately abandoned Qin Jue’s familiar face and trotted over to Yu Mu.

“Seafood congee, specially ordered for you. You have a sensitive stomach; don’t always eat spicy food with them,” Mo Quan said.

Qin Jue watched in amazement as the young doctors of the Cardiology Department filed in one by one, skillfully pulling out high-end takeout boxes of mala xiang guo (spicy stir-fry) from the Mo family hotel’s packaging bags. The aroma of spices instantly filled the entire room.

When did the Mo family hotel develop this product line? Qin Jue was confused.

Yu Mu looked at Mo Quan’s fawning expression, as if she was hallucinating a fluffy big tail wagging behind her. After a moment of silence, she took the bowl of seafood congee Mo Quan offered.

Mo Quan was delighted, giving Qin Jue a smug look.

Yu Mu closed the half-written notebook on the table, casually using a blue-black marker pen as a bookmark. She cleared a space just big enough for the congee bowl and looked over at Qin Jue through the rising white steam.

“What’s wrong, CEO Qin? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?” Yu Mu asked.

“No, I came to the hospital with a friend for some business. Since I had some time, I came up to visit,” Qin Jue said.

Yu Mu lowered her gaze and smiled. “Then you’ve seen our embarrassing state.”

Mo Quan’s intentions were practically written all over her face, but she had suddenly realized sometime ago that she should stop bombing Yu Mu with expensive gifts. She sent signature pens to the entire department and bought breakfast and late-night snacks for the whole department. These were necessities for the department and couldn’t be called expensive, making it hard for Chief Yu to refuse.

As a result, Mo Quan inexplicably became a frequent visitor and was familiar with all the colleagues in the department.

The savory steam of the seafood congee, with its delicious heat, triggered Yu Mu’s hunger. She stirred the congee, took a shallow taste, and felt a sense of comfortable warmth spreading from within.

It was a calm night, and Yu Mu was in a good mood. But she didn’t want a certain someone to mistake it as her own credit, so she deliberately bypassed her and chatted intermittently with Qin Jue.

“How have you been recently, CEO Qin? Any chest pain or tightness?” Yu Mu asked right away.

“No, I feel quite well,” Qin Jue said.

The duty room had good conditions. She, a complete outsider, even got a chair to sit on. Qin Jue sat near the doorway, quite far from Chief Yu’s desk, maintaining a respectable social distance.

She wasn’t like Mo Quan, who practically wanted to stick to Chief Yu’s side.

“Good. You still need to pay attention to a healthy lifestyle and not be careless,” Yu Mu nodded.

The fresh, sweet scent of the seafood congee slowly spread, gradually penetrating the room’s dominant spicy aroma, wafting subtly to Qin Jue’s nose.

The head chef of the Mo family hotel was their living trademark. Qin Jue estimated that this bowl of congee came from his hands.

“Oh, right, CEO Qin, if I may be so bold, did you take any medication on your own before your last hospitalization?” Yu Mu suddenly looked up.

Qin Jue frowned. That was so long ago. It was the second day after she transmigrated, and she had breakfast at home.

“I don’t think so,” Qin Jue answered.

Yu Mu sighed lightly. “Yes, I suppose not.”

“I talked to a friend about your situation. There are some medications that can induce acute heart failure, and after stopping them, no abnormality is visible. But a normal person certainly wouldn’t take them willingly.”

“Never mind, pretend I didn’t say anything. She’s a forensic scientist,” Yu Mu smiled apologetically.

“CEO Qin, you said you came with a friend. Which department is your friend in? I can see if I can help you inquire about the situation,” Yu Mu offered.

Qin Jue paused. She hadn’t thought of that. There were also personal connections in the hospital. Asking Yu Mu to help inquire would save Tang Yun from foolishly missing the best doctor and delaying her sister’s condition.

“The patient is a relative of my friend’s family, a child, hospitalized in Nephrology. She should have been here for quite some time,” Qin Jue said carefully.

Firstly, she didn’t know the specifics. Secondly, with Mo Quan here, she instinctively didn’t want Mo Quan to know she was talking about Tang Yun’s matter.

“Oh, then I know who it is,” Yu Mu subconsciously frowned. “Her situation is not good.”

“Not good?” Qin Jue pressed.

Yu Mu glanced at the duty room door. What they were discussing bordered on patient privacy. Yu Mu lowered her voice and said to Qin Jue: “The patient needs a kidney transplant. They have to wait for a kidney source, and there’s no telling when one will become available. Right now, they can only maintain with dialysis.”

“Only seven or eight years old, I think. She’s suffering at such a young age,” Yu Mu sighed emotionally.

Qin Jue’s brows were tightly furrowed.

“Then if…” Qin Jue found it hard to ask, so she changed the phrasing, “How long will she have to wait?”

“I don’t know,” Yu Mu answered simply.

“All patients have to queue in the system. If they’re lucky, they might find a matching donor soon, but luck is unpredictable.”

Yu Mu was accustomed to life and death in the hospital. As a doctor, she still sighed over the unpredictability of fate.

“That child is personally managed by the Chief of Nephrology. She takes it very seriously, but the prognosis is not optimistic. There’s a risk of deterioration at any time. You need to counsel the family.”

“Modern medicine still has its limits,” Yu Mu said.

Qin Jue had heard the same sentence in her early twenties. At the time, she thought it was an utter fantasy, but having experienced that helplessness and despair, the current Qin Jue knew Yu Mu was telling the truth.

“I understand.” Qin Jue lowered her gaze. Yu Mu had unintentionally made her relive that memory again.

“Chief Yu, Emergency Rescue,” a young doctor rushed in, holding a phone.

Yu Mu immediately sprang from her seat. “Alright, I’ll be right there.”

Qin Jue quickly got up to clear the doorway. Before she could even react, a crowd of people followed Yu Mu out in a hurry. The duty room instantly felt empty. Mo Quan gave a wry smile and started skillfully cleaning up the remains on Yu Mu’s desk, packing the remaining half-bowl of congee in an insulated bag and affixing a sticky note.

“She probably won’t be back for a while. I’ll wait here for a bit before leaving. Will you keep me company?” Mo Quan asked.

Qin Jue slowly sat back down in the chair. She and Mo Quan looked at each other in silence.

“I didn’t realize how hard being a doctor is,” Mo Quan broke the silence first.

“Lao Qin, I regret it a bit now. What was I even doing before? If I had just focused on working for my old man after graduation instead of messing around, would Chief Yu have accepted me now?” Mo Quan asked.

“It’s also possible you never would have met her,” Qin Jue said.

“You!” Mo Quan glared at Qin Jue, then slumped back against the chair.

“You’re right,” Mo Quan had to admit.

Qin Jue felt a tightness in her heart and was in no mood to help Mo Quan analyze her relationship problems. She tugged at her collar, then suddenly stood up and said, “I’m going out for a walk.”

The corridor windows were open, and the north wind howled in. Standing by the window, she could see the lights of the adjacent building, bright on the fifth floor.

I wonder how Tang Yun is doing now. Qin Jue didn’t understand what was wrong with her. She just suddenly wanted to ask.

She paced into the elevator, holding her phone, unsure how to compose a WeChat message. Tang Yun was resistant to talking about her sister’s illness, and she herself had just explicitly stated she didn’t care.

In the reflection of the elevator door, Qin Jue moved her lips helplessly. She typed and deleted, typed and deleted, finally exiting the chat interface.

Ding—

The elevator reached the underground parking lot on the negative first floor. Someone stepped in.

Qin Jue then realized that she had been so preoccupied with editing the WeChat message that she forgot to press the elevator button. She was inadvertently brought down by the person on the negative first floor who wanted to go up.

Qin Jue sighed and simply walked out. Her car was parked nearby. She opened the car door, got in, and played some soothing light music.

Her former therapist’s office always played this kind of music. The last time she went to see him, she asked for the playlist and listened to it herself.

Qin Jue didn’t turn on the lights. The dim car was parked in the dim garage, so the phone screen was particularly bright when it lit up. She picked up the phone from the passenger seat. The screen showed Tang Yun’s somewhat student-like profile picture.

“CEO Qin, are you still at the hospital? I didn’t realize it’s very late. Why don’t you go back first? I’ll stay overnight and come to work myself tomorrow,” Tang Yun said.

“How is your sister’s situation?” Qin Jue took the opportunity to ask.

“The doctor said her condition is stable, and she’s sleeping now, but I want to stay with her,” Tang Yun said.

A perfectly reasonable request. Qin Jue didn’t know anyone who could refuse her at a time like this.

However, Qin Jue glanced at the empty passenger seat. She felt she was relapsing.

So Qin Jue blinked and typed out word by word on the screen:

“Are you hungry? I’ll take you to have some seafood congee?”