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After Yin left, Ruan Qinghe Contest d to sit up but accidentally brushed against the needle on the back of her hand. A sharp pain made her gasp softly.
"Hiss—"
Mr. Gu heard the sound and quickly put down his phone, hurrying to the bedside with a worried expression. "What happened? Did you touch the wound?"
Ruan Qinghe shook her head, managing a faint smile on her pale face. "It's nothing, I just wanted to drink some water."
"I'll help you." Mr. Gu kindly propped Ruan Qinghe up, placing a pillow behind her, then poured a glass of warm water and brought it to her lips.
Ruan Qinghe slightly parted her lips and took a few small sips before coughing gently. Seeing this, Mr. Gu quickly set down the cup and gently patted her back, asking with concern, "Are you feeling better?"
Ruan Qinghe nodded weakly, leaning against the headboard. She turned to look out the window and softly said, " Yin... she has been very good to me."
Mr. Gu's body stiffened slightly; he knew what Ruan Qinghe was referring to but didn't know how to respond. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "She... is just doing what she should."
Ruan Qinghe turned her head and looked intently at Mr. Gu, her eyes filled with an indescribable sadness and loneliness. "Is that so? But why do I feel like she is more like your wife than I am?"
Mr. Gu avoided Ruan Qinghe's gaze, unable to meet her eyes. Outside the window, the setting sun cast light into the hospital room in contrasting halves, reflecting the complex emotional entanglement between them.
"Mr. Gu, what do you think of this painting?" President Wang's cheerful voice came from the doorway, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the room.
Mr. Gu turned around to see President Wang standing at the door with a painting in hand, smiling at them.
"President Wang, what brings you here?" Mr. Gu quickly stood up to greet him.
"I came to see my old friend!" President Wang said with a smile, then handed the painting in his hand to Mr. Gu. "I saw this at the hospital gallery today, thought it was quite nice, so I bought it as a gift for Miss Qinghe."
Mr. Gu took the painting and unfolded it. The artwork depicted a serene lake, with crystal-clear water reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, while several white egrets danced gracefully on the surface. The scene was tranquil and beautiful.
"This painting..." Mr. Gu paused for a moment. The style of this painting was very similar to Ruan Qinghe's, but he was certain it was not her work.
"What do you think? Isn't it nice?" President Wang asked when he noticed Mr. Gu's hesitation, thinking he might not like the painting.
"It's wonderful; I really like it." Ruan Qinghe's voice came from the bed, filled with excitement and joy.
Upon hearing Ruan Qinghe's voice, President Wang finally noticed her lying on the hospital bed. He hurried to her side and asked with concern, " Miss Qinghe, how are you feeling? Are you doing better?"
"Thank you for your concern, President Wang. I'm feeling much better," Ruan Qinghe replied politely.
"That's good to hear," President Wang nodded with a smile and continued, " Miss Qinghe, don't worry; I've already spoken to the hospital. They will arrange the best doctors and nurses for you. Just focus on your recovery, and if you need anything, feel free to let them know."
"Thank you, President Wang; you're too kind," Ruan Qinghe said gratefully.
"Not at all, not at all," President Wang waved his hand dismissively and then looked at Mr. Gu. "Mr. Gu, take good care of Miss Qinghe. You don't need to worry about company matters; I'll handle everything for you."
"Thank you, President Wang," Mr. Gu said gratefully.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, President Wang and Mr. Gu stood up to bid farewell. Mr. Gu escorted President Wang to the door of the hospital room, and after watching him leave, he turned back into the room.
He walked to the bedside and handed the painting to Ruan Qinghe, s Yin g, "This is a gift from President Wang. He said he really likes your style of painting."
Ruan Qinghe took the painting and admired it carefully, her eyes filled with joy and emotion. However, she soon noticed something was off. She looked up at Mr. Gu and asked, "This painting isn't mine."
Mr. Gu was taken aback for a moment before realizing he had misspoken. He hurriedly explained, "I know, but the style of this painting is very similar to yours, which is why President Wang..."
"So President Wang thinks I'm the kind of person who pretends to be sick just to gain sympathy?" Ruan Qinghe interrupted Mr. Gu, her tone calm but carrying an undercurrent of coldness.
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