Mr. and Mrs. Fang definitely weren’t spying.

After all, no parent would think that someone would be bold enough to bully their daughter right under their noses.

Moreover.

It’s someone they treat as their own.

Fang Weiguo and his wife forgot there is a saying in Shen Zhou: "It’s darkest under the lamp."

And another old saying, "Guard against daytime and nighttime thieves, but family thieves are hard to guard against."

"Eaten?"

Jiang Chen walked out of Fang Qing’s bedroom after a few minutes, empty-handed, pretending to be calm as he nodded in response to Aunt Pan’s questioning gaze.

If he were truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing that would be fine, but unfortunately, he is a man of moral integrity, and Aunt Pan’s gaze felt like the furnace of the Supreme Elder Lord, making him feel scorched and tormented.

"Jiang Chen, it really has to be you, huh."

Fang Weiguo nodded with satisfaction, then added fuel to the fire, saying, "Come, continue eating."

"Fang Qing said she needs to go to the hospital."

"To the hospital?"

Aunt Pan was surprised and worried, "Is it that serious?"

"She said her stomach feels a bit uncomfortable."

"She needs to get checked out, can’t delay." Fang Weiguo advised solemnly.

Fang Qing emerged, already dressed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

"Maybe I drank too much last night."

"Aunt Pan, it’s all my fault."

"What does it have to do with you? Nowadays, most young people’s stomachs aren’t too good, it’s good to have a check-up at the hospital."

"I’ll accompany her."

Parental love for their children is the most pure and unconditional emotion in this world. Fang Weiguo immediately wiped his hands.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Until Fang Qing finished freshening up and came out, seeing her father looking ready to go out, she asked, "Where are you going in the rain?"

Fang Weiguo was baffled, "Aren’t you going to the hospital?"

"Jiang Chen can go with me."

"..."

Fang Weiguo was taken aback, unable to help but look at someone.

That person finally spoke, "Uh-huh, Uncle Fang, you don’t need to trouble yourself, I’ll go."

Fang Weiguo looked puzzled, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Alright then, you two hurry up and go."

Pan Hui chimed in, urging the two kids not to delay.

"Take some food..."

As they were heading out, Fang Weiguo picked up the breakfast from the table, Fang Qing only took a cup of soybean milk.

The old couple escorted them to the door, watching the two kids go downstairs.

"Why do I feel something strange?"

Fang Weiguo looked somewhat lost.

"What kind of feeling?"

Fang Weiguo hesitated.

"Look at you. It’s raining, and your daughter just doesn’t want to trouble you, that’s all."

Pan Hui seemed unconcerned.

Fang Weiguo shook his head, slightly furrowing his brows. Fang Qing going to the hospital with Jiang Chen was nothing unusual; the two kids have always been inseparable since they were little. He was used to it, but this time, it felt different, as if his role as a father was being taken over and replaced by another man.

"Stop overthinking things, go eat your breakfast."

Pan Hui headed back inside.

Downstairs.

The Maserati drove off, windshield wipers sweeping away the rain.

Fang Qing sat in the passenger seat, sipping on her soybean milk.

"Do you really need to go to the hospital?"

Jiang Chen confirmed.

"Do you think I’m joking or not wanting to go? I can drive myself."

"..."

Jiang Chen was amused and exasperated.

Why did these words sound like something a Fairy would say? It completely deviated from her usual style.

The car left Sanjian Courtyard.

Pedestrians hurried by with umbrellas.

The rain flowing down the car window was like an ink painting.

"Which hospital should we go to?"

"Anywhere."

Perhaps due to illness, today’s Qing Gege was completely unlike the usual her; she’s someone with a strong will, after all.

"How about going to the Mental Health Center?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

Fang Qing remained unperturbed, calmly countered, "Do you think I should go?"

Jiang Chen’s smile faded, he immediately fell silent.

The Central Hospital moved next to Sha City High School in the city, the next best and closest is the First People’s Hospital.

Seeing Qing Gege’s behavior, Jiang Chen thought she... well, ’pretending’ wasn’t the word, just that it wasn’t serious, but the result was acute gastroenteritis.

"You really thought I was acting?"

The two of them walked out from the consultation room.

"So it turns out that someone as indestructible as you can also get sick."

Indestructible.

Sick but not at all lamenting, Fang Qing’s lips curled slightly, "Is that how tall I stand in your mind?"

Jiang Chen nodded, sighing, "I’ve always seen you as a tough girl."

"Even last night?"

A killer move!

Jiang Chen’s expression froze, instantly silent as he walked downstairs.

Fang Qing followed.

For acute gastroenteritis, the doctor’s treatment plan was intravenous infusion.

The infusion hall was on the first floor.

There’s no need to run around, now appointments, billing, and medication purchase can all be done on a mobile phone, very convenient.

There’s a business that defies economic principles—hospitals, always unaffected by the broader environment.

Early in the morning.

On a rainy day.

The infusion hall was bustling.

Jiang Chen didn’t insist on using special privileges, Fang Qing wasn’t someone who lived in luxury either, the two of them, like ordinary folks, silently found two vacant seats among those in the hall receiving infusion.

A large bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine, at least an hour or so, it may not bother the person receiving the drip, but it requires immense patience from the person accompanying them.

"Hungry? I’ll go get you something to eat."

Fang Qing had only had a cup of soybean milk and hadn’t finished it.

"It’s still raining outside."

"It’s fine, I’ll find someone to borrow an umbrella."

"Hmm."

Feeling at ease.

Jiang Chen stood up, suddenly paused for a moment, "You’ll be alright on your own?"

Fang Qing looked up, smiled, "Didn’t you say I’m indestructible?"

"..."

"If there’s any issue, call the nurse, I’ll be right back."

Watching someone’s swift departing figure, Fang Qing’s gaze was gentle, her smile soft.