Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 102 - : 102. Lun Chuan Discharged from Hospital_1
Chapter 102: 102. Lun Chuan Discharged from Hospital_1
Imperial City.
Wanhe Garden.
The unassuming black SUV slowly approached, the electronic barrier automatically lifted, and the outline of the woman in the driver’s seat was faintly visible.
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In the back seat, the young man’s face was pale, his features serene, and the small mole on his forehead made his melancholy seem more pronounced.
Lun Jing glanced at him in the rearview mirror and always felt that he was distracted and restless.
This feeling was not good.
He was neatly dressed intton home clothes, and even with several meals of shepherd’s purse dumplings during the hospital stay, her son had visibly lost weight, especially recently.
Initially, she had thought that recuperating at home after being discharged from the hospital would do him some good, but ever since that editor visited yesterday, her son had been in this state…
She sighed to herself, “Achuan, I forgot to tell you, that little girl sent another box of stuff.”
“I opened it and saw three pounds of tea, which they said they grew themselves. There were also ten bundles of milk vetch, saying they feared it wouldn’t be fresh due to the long journey and didn’t dare to send more. Just blanching and freezing them should be fine.”
“But the tea is good, and she asked you to drink more of it.”
At first, when her son ended up in this state trying to save someone, Lun Jing was truly heartbroken.
Latter, he insisted on transferring to Imperial City, stubbornly leaving no way tontact him, and the other party also made no move, even though Lun Jing knew they were not given a chance, which still made her feel umfortable.
But now…
She felt that this girl really was simple and honest! Even her expressions of gratitude were imbued with a rustic charm.
Not a mention of money, no talk of huge debts of gratitude, and no questioning whether anything was needed.
As soon as there was something good at home, she sent it straight over, without even saying a few more words of caution, as if appearing was a sin.
This made Lun Jing feel guilty—her son saving someone was his own doing, and being able to save such a lively young girl made her proud as a mother. Her initial anger was really unwarranted.
Moreover, she had been to theuntryside. After her son started earning money, they had experienced high-quality ingredients, but none were better than the shepherd’s purse sent last time.
If you say this was just casually picked from the fields, she didn’t believe it.
It must have been carefully selected with great effort by their family.
If it met someone who did not appreciate its value and casually threw it away, that would be so heartbreaking! Howuld anyone not say this girl was simple and honest?
Not to mention, the old gentleman in the opposite ward would stand at the door with his cane every mealtime, and after Lun Jing had sent dumplings over twice and found that her own supply was running particularly low, she did not have the heart to ask Song Tan for more and decided not to send any again.
It was as if she and her son were sneaking around when eating dumplings, with all the venting and locking the doors.
Alas, eating their own food yet feeling such guilt.
This feeling of guilt reached its peak that morning when they were discharged from the hospital, and the other party brought out an aged ham from their ward as a gift.
Now, as Lun Jing thought of this, she mulled over:
“Achuan, that tea of yours, I see it’s all packaged up. Give it a try later and see if it’s any good. If it is, mom will take a box and make another trip to the hospital.”
As she said this, she felt a tingling in her scalp again.
Just thinking of sending such a large ham for just two meals of dumplings—and the ham was of good quality too, clearly involving a lot of effort just to procure it.
Remembering her secret behavior during this time, she indeed felt a profound sense of guilt.
Lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t pay attention to his son in the back seat for a moment.
In the rearview mirror, Lun Chuan slightly turned his head to look outside, his pale face fully visible.
A significant amount of hair on the right side of his head had been shaved off, leaving behind a fierce scar that stretched from behind his ear to therner of his eye, his forehead, and near his cheekbone.
The scar on the back side extended from behind his ear, at least five centimeters wide, sprawling down his neck, back, and along the shoulder down to thellarbone and front chest.
If he were tompletely unbutton his shirt, one would find that the burn scar spread across a large area of his back and the right side of his front chest. Fortunately, although the area was extensive, the severity wasn’t too great; otherwise, the subsequent treatment would have been unbearably painful.
His skin was fair, and he had a sensitivenstitution. The doctor had mentioned several times that if he did not undergo skin graft surgery, scars would likely remain.
But skin grafting surgery… would take at least two weeks, and at most eight weeks or even longer. He didn’t have the time for that at the moment.
On one hand, delaying the skin graft would result in Zhou Yongzhi backing off for a while. On the other hand, he had apyright-operation to discuss soon, which made it unsuitable to stay in the hospital all the time for rvery.
So, he postponed it.
Burn scars are different from other wounds; they look ferocious and terrifying. If a stranger were to see them, they might get a shock on the spot.
For this reason, it accentuated Lun Chuan’s dark eyebrows and calm gaze even more.
From the side, his tall nose stood like mountains, only his slightly pale lips revealing his poorndition.
He sat there motionless, but the small mole on his forehead was all the more eye-catching.
Lun Chuan lowered his eyelashes and thought about the message he had received on his phone auple of days ago—
[‘I’ve just sent over three pounds of tea, drink more of it.’]
This message… felt distant yet carried an intimate undertone. There was also a notion of…
What else was there?
Lun Chuan thought, just like how his mother just spoke: The tea is good, you should drink more of it.
He still remembered how difficult it was for him to pull a person out of a car. He was still deeply impressed by the girl’s pale face and unexpectedly calm eyes when he thought back to her.
Anything more than that… heuldn’t remember clearly.
The chaos at the time had been too much, and he had rescued more than just one person. Now, even their faces were blurry to him.
The car came to a steady halt in the underground garage, and Lun Chuan opened the trunk to move some boxes, but Lun Jing shoved a bag into his hands, “Go on, just carrying the clothes is enough. You still have injuries, don’t do any heavy lifting.”
With that, she picked up a foam box and headed to the elevator.
This apartment was bought by Lun Chuan with the money he earned from his first book. Back then, the housing prices weren’t so terrifying. It was a 140-square-meter apartment with a terrace, located on the top floor of the twenty-seventh level.
As the elevator ascended, Lun Jingntinued to prattle on:
“You planted a lot of flowers on the terrace, and I didn’t know how to water them. I just did what you told me to—water the ones where the soil feels light. You should rest up well when you get back and also take care of your plants and flowers.”
The electronic door lock clicked open, and as the door opened, a roughly six or seven square-meter entry garden came into view.
While the ventilation here was good, the area was in the shade. Lun Chuan had planted a variety of tropical green plants of varying heights.
Due to lack of care and direction adjustment, a large leaf with a velvet texture now stretched forward, forcing Lun Jing to tilt her head to the side with the box in her arms to avoid it.
“What kind of leaf is this? Every time I see it, I want to ask, but I always forget—looks like velvet, doesn’t it?”
