He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 78 - 78 077 Xie Shang Has a Fever The News Spreads in the

Chapter 78: 077: Xie Shang Has a Fever, The News Spreads in the Hospital (Second Update) Chapter 78: 077: Xie

Shang Has a Fever, The News Spreads in the Hospital (Second Update) Madam Zhai was stubborn and wouldn't

seek medical advice despite her legs having been sore for several days, so Su Nanzhi called Xie Shang to take

her. The checkup was done a little after four, and Madam Zhai took Su Nanzhi’s car back home, while Xie Shang

said he had other matters to attend to and didn’t join them.

The oncology department’s hall was on the second floor, and there weren't many people in the hospital at this

time. Xie Shang made a phone call to Wen Changling.

“Are you about to get off work?”

“Soon, we're handing over shifts.”

Xie Shang found a place to sit: “I'm in the hall on the second floor of the oncology department. Let's head back

together after you finish the handover.”

Over the phone, Wen Changling asked, “Why did you cto the hospital?”

“I brought an elder from hto have their health checked.”

“Did the results cback?”

“Yes, osteoporosis.”

Someone called Wen Changling.

She responded and said to Xie Shang, “I need to go busy myself for a bit.”

“Mhm.”

Xie Shang hung up the phone.

A rubber ball rolled over, and Xie Shang reached out to pick it up, his hand meeting another in mid-air.

Both turned their heads simultaneously, locking eyes.

Xie Shang spoke first, “Hello.”

The other person was wearing a dark red cap: “Do you recognize me?”

“We've met before.”

Xie Shang knew Yan Cong, having seen him before on the sports channel.

The night he returned from Lileitu, it was Yan Cong who cto pick up Wen Changling. And that tat the

bar, Wen Changling had also gone with him.

Yan Cong withdrew his hand, sat up straight, leaned back, and lazily stretched his long legs. He was very pale,

with a kind of youthful wildness, somewhere between boy and young man. He was wearing a loose white T-shirt

with a boldly colorful and exaggerated pattern on the front.

Xie Shang picked up the ball and handed it back to the little boy who had cto retrieve it.

“Thank you, uncle.”

“You're welcome.”

The kid ran off with the ball.

Xie Shang, while waiting for someone, didn’t like to look at his phone. Yan Cong beside him wasn’t doing

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anything either. They each sat on their own side, minding their own business. They weren't close; there was no

need to interact.

It hadn't been many minutes before the ball-throwing kid cback over, not holding a ball this tbut a

phone.

The kid was cute, fair and tender like a plump little ball: “Uncle, can | scan your QR code?”

He was running an errand for an adult.

Xie Shang asked the kid, “Whose phone is this?”

“It’s my auntie’s.”

The kid's gaze shifted toward the back left.

His auntie was hiding right there, beneath the row of waiting chairs to the left, hugging her head and peeking

sneakily. She was a female college student still in school.

Without turning his head, Xie Shang said, “Sorry, uncle already has a girlfriend. | can’t scan it for you.”

“Oh.”

The kid went back to his aunt, disappointed he didn’t get a WeChat scan and couldn’t get an Ultraman toy.

“Xiao Cong.”

It was Yan Cong’s grandfather calling for him.

Yan Cong stood up and walked away.

The grandfather and grandson left one after another, with the elderly Yan Boyong mumbling non-stop in the

front, while Yan Cong followed behind, his mind seemingly adrift.

Before Yan Boyong could finish his nattering, Yan Cong took out his phone to call Wen Changling.

Wen Changling was busy with the shift handover, and it took her a while to answer.

“Are you with Xie Shang?”

“Yeah.”

After a moment of silence, Yan Cong asked, “Is everything going smoothly?”

“Smoothly.”

Yan Cong just made an acknowledging sound, not saying goodbye before hanging up. Since he was walking too

slowly, he had fallen behind Yan Boyong and had to run to catch up.

“Grandpa.”

Calling someone so formally usually meant something serious.

Yan Boyong looked at his most beloved grandson; just the sight of him was enough to stir emotions: “What is it?”

His tone was serious, not playful: “The share that was meant for me, could you give it to Wen Changling

instead?”

He was referring to Yan Boyong'’s inheritance.

Yan Boyong immediately slapped his grandson lightly on the back, but it was without force, all bark and no bite;

he didn’t really want to hurt him: “How many times have | told you not to speak such nonsense?”

Yan Cong didn’t seem to care at all: “It’s not like | will use it.” He didn’t want to leave it for his parents who

wouldn't shed a tear for him.

“Can you give it to Wen Changling?”

Yan Boyong’s eyes reddened as he shouted, “You're still talking about it! Are you trying to take the old man’s

life?”

Alright, he stopped talking.

At the end of the corridor was the radiation therapy department.

After handing over the shift, it was just past five o'clock. Wen Changling tidied up quickly and hurried to the

lobby.

“Have you been waiting long?”

“No.”

Xie Shang took the canvas bag from her.

They didn’t need the elevator to go to the second floor, so they headed towards the stairwell, meeting two

colleagues from the sdepartment on their way.

The colleague who was not usually enthusiastic towards Wen Changling took the initiative to greet her today,

“Changling.” Then looking at Xie Shang, “And this is?”

Would Xie Shang get angry if she said he was a neighbor?

Wen Changling said, “This is my boyfriend.”

Xie Shang nodded to the two colleagues, “Hello.”

The expressions on the two colleagues’ faces were somewhat... incredulous. Compared to Xie Shang’s stunning

looks, Wen Changling, who always wore those old-fashioned glasses, did indeed seem a bit plain.

“We'll head off first.”

Wen Changling and Xie Shang went down the stairs ahead of them.

The colleague who initiated the greeting asked her companion, “Is that the guy from the private room last time?”

“That's him.”

There was no mistaking that face.

The colleague clicked her tongue, “Wen Changling has got something going for her.”

Last time, Qiao Yi had mentioned how outstanding her best friend's childhood sweetheart was, how his family

was so and so, and even had a mother who was a movie star... the praise went on for a full fifteen minutes

without repetition.

The colleague took out her phone and snapped a photo of the two who had walked away.

Dihong Hospital Nurses’ Main Group.

Zhou Minmin from Oncology: [Shocking!]

Zhou Minmin from Oncology: [Photo]JPG

This main group wasn’t an official work-related group, as the hospital leadership had been kicked out, and it was

where young nurses liked to gossip in their spare time. Now, after work hours, the group wasn’t very active.

Xiao Fang from General Surgery: [The woman is Wen Changling from your department, right? Who's the man?

Can't see his face.]

Zhou Minmin from Oncology: [Wen Changling’s boyfriend]

Zhou Minmin from Oncology: [Do any of you know who he is?]

Zhou Minmin from Oncology: [The one Wen Changling brought to the private room gathering last time]

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Working OvertMight Make You Bald: [Frontal shot, here you go]

Previously, Xie Shang had been to Dihong Hospital's emergency room for treatment of an injury, and these

“battle damage” photos were taken by the ER nurses without permission.

VIP Qiao Yi: [Stop spreading rumors]

Zhou Minmin from Oncology: [You better believe it, she admitted it herself]

VIP Qiao Yi: [They're just dating, not married]

Zhou Minmin from Oncology: [I'm not saying who's jealous]

Qiao Yi didn’t say anything else.

On the road, Wen Changling received a call from Jiahui.

“Hello?”

Jiahui was very excited, “Tellif it’s true?”

Wen Changling was confused, “What?”

“You and Xie Shang are together?!”

Wen Changling glanced at the driver and then covered the phone's receiver, leaning her head towards the

passenger-side window, “Yes.” Not only did Lotus Pond Street have no secrets, but Dihong Hospital didn’t either.

“When did this happen?”

“It's been a while.”

“Although I'm a little upset you didn’t tell me, I'm still really happy for you,” Jiahui said, giggling,

“Congratulations, Nurse Wen, you're finally off the market.”

Nurse Wen: “Thank you.”

Jiahui, who was usually not serious, suddenly got serious today, “Have a good relationship, and whatever comes

in the future, we'll talk about it then. Enjoy the present.”

The call ended.

The car stopped at an intersection waiting for the traffic lights.

This red light was taking so long, Wen Changling, out of boredom, stared at Xie Shang for more than ten

seconds.

“Xie Shang.”

“Hmm?”

Xie Shang turned his head to listen to Wen Changling speak.

She suddenly raised her hand and touched his forehead, her guess was correct, “You have a fever.”