The Ceo Of The Company Next Door Seems To Have A Crush On Me Chapter 36

Business Trip and Health

Hmm… Yan Xucheng feigned nonchalance, lifting his eyes to meet Lu Zhijian’s evasive gaze.

Strange, truly too strange.

Based on incomplete observation, Lu Zhijian had peeked at him at least five times tonight!

Each time he was caught, he would pretend to naturally look away, just like this time.

Yan Xucheng wasn’t going to let him off the hook this time. His pair of smoky-azure fox eyes held Lu Zhijian’s reflection, which, blurred by the light, possessed a uniquely alluring quality. Lu Zhijian’s ears slowly flushed crimson—

He dared not look at Yan Xucheng even more.

He was clearly a tall, upright, and promising young man, standing at one meter ninety-one, forcing Yan Xucheng to look up at him. Yet, at this moment, he looked like a large dog who knew he had done something wrong. Yan Xucheng could almost visualize a pair of floppy, furry ears drooping on his head, seemingly emitting pitiful whimpers.

If Lu Zhijian’s peers or former peers in the business world knew Yan Xucheng’s description, they would be utterly flabbergasted. What? You’re saying this person, who remains expressionless no matter what happens, cleanly cuts into their profits like a starving wolf who hasn’t eaten in centuries, is what? Huh? Say that again if you dare!

Too bad they didn’t know now.

Ahem, persist. Don’t let him gloss over it.

Yan Xucheng put down his bowl and chopsticks, adopting a posture ready for a heart-to-heart talk: “Why do you keep secretly looking at me tonight? Is it because I make the food taste better?”

Although he said that, his smoky-azure eyes clearly conveyed, If you say “yes,” you’re finished!

Lu Zhijian was excellent at reading people. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly beneath the table. He let out a long breath, his gaze carrying a hint of reluctance and unwillingness: “Because I have to go on a business trip in a few days.”

He looked no different than usual, and his expression hadn’t changed, but Yan Xucheng could still sense his unhappiness from his aura. “It’s alright, why not treat it like a trip? Remember to take pictures for me if you see beautiful scenery.”

Lu Zhijian quietly added, “I’ll be gone for fifteen days.”

Yan Xucheng blurted out, “That is quite long.”

By the time he realized it, the words had already slipped out. He secretly observed Lu Zhijian, and sure enough, Lu Zhijian looked even more deflated, like a flower lacking sunlight.

Yan Xucheng could only walk over and hug him, hoping the embrace would replenish his already scarce sunlight. “It’s not that long, actually. It’ll pass quickly. If you get bored alone, just call me.”

He considered everything thoroughly: “If you’re worried about your succulents, you can leave them with me to take care of!”

Their embrace quickly ended. Lu Zhijian couldn’t think of anything else. He just nodded along as Yan Xucheng spoke. He secretly watched the chattering Yan Xucheng. He was no different than usual; perhaps for him, this was just a very ordinary hug to comfort a friend.

But Lu Zhijian couldn’t help but overthink.

He liked Yan Xucheng. As soon as Yan Xucheng got a little closer, he couldn’t control his swirling thoughts.

“Then I’ll call you when I need to water your succulents, and you can open the door for me,” Yan Xucheng planned meticulously.

Lu Zhijian’s door, like his own, could be controlled remotely.

Hearing this, the chaotic thoughts fluttering in Lu Zhijian’s mind immediately stopped and settled back down. He said calmly, “No need for such trouble. I’ll just register your fingerprint. You can come in anytime. I might not be able to answer your call if I’m in a meeting.”

Nonsense. As a young man who often slacked off, Lu Zhijian usually brought his phone to meetings so he could sneak in some leisure time when bored.

But he spoke so earnestly and seriously that it sounded completely real. Yan Xucheng had never seen him in a meeting, so he easily believed him. “Alright then, just leave it to me with confidence!”

He was very happy. This meant that in Lu Zhijian’s mind, their friendship had deepened.

Lu Zhijian dared to register his fingerprint on his door lock—what a level of trust in this guarded world!

Lu Zhijian also looked very happy. That was great.

Having solved one problem, Yan Xucheng became cheerful again.

Two or three days later, Lu Zhijian was about to leave. Unfortunately, it was a workday, and Yan Xucheng had to work, so he couldn’t see him off. It was a bit of a pity.

Soon, Yan Xucheng had no time to dwell on this. Under the cold light of the shadowless lamp, a handsome man with a pale face lay on the operating table. There was a bloody scratch on his temple, the blood dark and already beginning to clot.

Most horrifying was his lower leg: the bandage instantly stained crimson, the fabric cut open by sharp scissors, and the flowing blood…

Everything in sight was red.

Before the anesthesia monitor could even sound an alarm, Yan Xucheng immediately said, “Apply a tourniquet to lock the femoral artery.”

Yan Xucheng, wearing green scrubs, had a cold expression. He extended his hand, tightly encased in a latex glove, to the right: “Forceps.”

He had to clear out the bone fragments.

“Prepare the steel plate.”

“Begin suturing.”

“Saline solution.”

One orderly instruction after another was issued. Three hours and twenty-five minutes later, the surgery was complete. Yan Xucheng belatedly registered the signal of physical soreness.

He was the first to move. Due to standing for a long time, his legs felt stiff. It took a few steps before he recovered.

He took off his mask as soon as he left the operating room. Many people wore masks when going out now, but he disliked it intensely, always feeling suffocated. It was necessary for surgery, but he avoided wearing one otherwise.

A man in a suit, still bearing some scrapes, quickly approached. “Doctor, how is he?”

Yan Xucheng took a careful look. It was a man with a face like polished jade. Even with injuries on his face, they couldn’t conceal his gentle temperament. His crescent-shaped eyebrows were now filled with endless worry and fear, like a figure stepping out of an ancient painting. Yan Xucheng asked, “May I ask who you are?”

The other party quickly said, “My name is Chu Baiyu, and I am his wife.”

An unusual way to put it. Same-sex marriage was common now, but men usually referred to themselves as partners or husbands when introducing themselves. Few would call themselves a wife.

Rare, but not unheard of. Someone right in front of him was saying it, after all. Yan Xucheng attributed this to his own lack of experience. “Don’t worry, the patient’s condition is stable. We’ll observe him tonight, and if there are no complications, he should wake up tomorrow.”

As he spoke, Pei Lian was wheeled out. When Chu Baiyu saw his bloodless face, tears instantly welled up in his affectionate willow-leaf eyes. He reached out, seemingly wanting to embrace the person lying on the hospital bed, but his arm trembled, suspended in mid-air, like a helpless willow branch in a strong wind.

Yan Xucheng stood aside, watching the scene. He realized with absolute clarity what a great feat he had accomplished in those three hours: he had saved a family.

“The patient needs rest. Remember to keep quiet when visiting, and don’t let too many people come.”

Chu Baiyu wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand and offered Yan Xucheng a proper smile: “Understood, Doctor. I’ll remember.”

He recovered quickly, making his previous loss of composure seem like an illusion. He followed the hospital bed as it was wheeled away, each step seemingly measured. His calm and elegant posture seemed etched into every nerve and bone in his body.

But Yan Xucheng clearly saw that Chu Baiyu’s eyes never left the person on the hospital bed.

He shook his head. Since starting his career, he had seen countless patients, especially these wealthy individuals, who were far more bizarre than ordinary people. Especially in a place like a hospital, almost everyone could refresh Yan Xucheng’s worldview, letting him know that such people existed in the world!

He was now battle-hardened, and few people could easily shock him. Someone like Chu Baiyu was probably the type whose every word and action had been strictly controlled by their family since childhood.

The advantage, of course, was that they rarely had any embarrassing history. As for the disadvantage, it was exhausting. Like now, with her husband in a car accident, she subconsciously held back even the urge to cry.

Yan Xucheng didn’t dwell on it and quickly went to change his clothes. It was almost two o’clock, and he hadn’t eaten lunch yet!

Yan Xucheng simply couldn’t understand what those workaholics who didn’t like to eat were thinking, especially the CEOs frequently seen in gastroenterology and gastrointestinal surgery. He absolutely needed his three meals a day. Even if he was running late in the morning, he would eat a piece of bread to tide him over.

Speaking of which, Lu Zhijian could be considered a CEO, at least in terms of wealth. But he probably didn’t have stomach problems. From his observation, Lu Zhijian also ate three meals a day without fail. Worthy of being his dining buddy—he valued his health.

Yan Xucheng nodded.

A head with half-black, half-white hair floated past his eyes.

It was Fang Li. He was carrying a takeout milk tea back to the office.

“Uncle-Master!” Yan Xucheng greeted him.

“Oh, little Yan!” He responded enthusiastically. “Finished with the surgery?”

“Yes, going to eat now.” As Yan Xucheng walked, he suddenly remembered something.

He seemed to have never seen Lu Zhijian come to the hospital for a follow-up on his depression…

Wait, he really hadn’t come!