Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 189: Everything Will Be Alright

Just as she was wondering, Liu Li came in carrying a plate of fruit.

"You’re awake? Did you sleep well?"

She walked to the bedside, set down the fruit plate, and leaned over to check Song Qingya’s complexion, her voice full of concern.

"I’m fine."

Song Qingya took an apple.

"What’s going on outside? Why is it so lively?"

The flesh of the fruit was crisp and sweet, the juice bursting in her mouth. She chewed slowly, her gaze drifting toward the window.

Liu Li pulled over a chair and sat down, her expression turning grave.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"It’s about Dean Yuan. I don’t know what’s going on, but suddenly a bunch of people have been showing up these past two days."

"If you ask me, they’re all after the dean’s position."

She lowered her voice as she said this, but she couldn’t hide the worry in her eyes.

For all these years, the hospital had maintained an upright and honest atmosphere. This recent trend of fawning and currying favor made her deeply uneasy.

Song Qingya wasn’t surprised to hear this.

Everyone had their eyes on the dean’s position; it wasn’t unusual for people to fight tooth and nail for it.

She placed the apple core on a napkin and wiped her hands, her expression calm.

"Mom, don’t you worry."

"Dean Yuan has been in that position for so long. What kind of storms hasn’t he weathered?"

"He knows what he’s doing. He won’t be led around by the nose by these people."

Seeing her composed demeanor, Liu Li’s worries finally eased a little.

She nodded, forcing a slight smile onto her lips.

"That’s good."

She had always trusted Song Qingya’s judgment.

Her daughter-in-law was not only a masterful physician, but she also had the rare ability to see the bigger picture and handle matters with a steady hand.

She dropped the subject and turned her attention to Song Qingya’s health.

"How are you feeling? Is the little one in your belly making a fuss?"

Song Qingya smiled softly and gently caressed her stomach.

"I’m doing great. I’m eating well, sleeping soundly, and the baby is being good."

After reassuring Liu Li with a few more words, Song Qingya slowly got up and walked toward the door.

She went to Fei Wenkang’s room.

Fei Wenkang’s salt-and-pepper hair was combed neatly back, and his expression was focused.

When he saw her come in, he immediately put down his newspaper, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Qingya, you’re here."

"How are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes examining her with concern.

Song Qingya answered with a smile.

"I’m fine."

She walked closer to the bed, took Fei Wenkang’s arm, and helped him sit up a little straighter.

"Don’t you worry. The baby is very quiet and hasn’t been giving me any trouble."

"Let me take your pulse."

As she spoke, her fingertips rested gently on Fei Wenkang’s wrist.

The skin on his wrist was a bit loose, but his pulse was strong and steady.

She closed her eyes, concentrating for a moment, then opened them, a gratified smile gracing her lips.

"Dad, your recovery is going even better than you think."

"Your pulse is stable, your strength has returned, and your qi and blood have been replenished."

"With a little more recuperation, you’ll make a full recovery, no problem."

Hearing this, Fei Wenkang’s eyes lit up, a long-lost vitality sparkling in his pupils.

"Good!"

"Qingya, you see how much better I am, so... about Dean Yuan’s situation..."

The moment Song Qingya saw his anxious expression, she knew what he was thinking.

Her heart softened, and she quickly raised her hand to gently pat his arm.

"Dad, don’t panic. I’ll handle things with Dean Yuan."

She paused, looking at him with a calm gaze.

"The most important thing right now is for you to focus on your recovery. Everything else can wait."

"Think about it. If you start running around now and it delays your recovery, it wouldn’t be worth it at all."

Fei Wenkang looked at his daughter-in-law’s earnest eyes, and the anxiety in his heart gradually subsided.

"Alright, Dad will listen to you."

He nodded, his voice tinged with relief.

Just then, there were a few soft knocks on the door.

The wooden door opened a crack, and Old Liu walked in carrying a basin.

The basin held a towel just soaked in hot water, wisps of steam rising from it.

"Old Leader, Doctor Song."

Old Liu looked at Fei Wenkang, then at Song Qingya, and asked cautiously.

"How are we feeling today?"

Then, his gaze fell on the small silver pouch by Song Qingya’s hand, and his eyes paused for a moment.

"Doctor Song, is this... are you going to give the Old Leader acupuncture?"

Song Qingya picked up a silver needle and glanced at him with a smile.

"That’s right, Uncle Liu. Acupuncture is very effective. My dad is recovering quite quickly."

As she spoke, she was already holding a silver needle between her fingers, preparing to administer it.

"Aren’t you a living example yourself?"

Old Liu was taken aback. He scratched the back of his head and gave a couple of awkward, dry laughs.

"Heh heh, you’ve got a point. My old achy leg used to make walking difficult, but now I’m getting around just fine, aren’t I?"

"With your medical skills, the Old Leader will definitely make a full recovery!"

Song Qingya nodded and continued with her work.

The silver needle twirled steadily between her fingertips, piercing the designated acupoint with flawless precision.

Old Liu stood to the side, watching, a look of admiration in his eyes.

After the acupuncture session, Fei Wenkang felt much more relaxed.

He flexed his wrist, took a deep breath, and his face finally relaxed into a long-unseen expression of comfort.

But just as he started to feel better, he couldn’t help but bring it up again.

"Qingya, you should go see Dean Yuan soon. Don’t let someone else beat you to it."

He frowned, his voice a little lower.

"Someone who stabs you in the back today can trip you up to your face tomorrow. If you don’t go now, it’ll be too late to do anything about it."

Song Qingya was looking down, tidying up her silver needles and sterilization tray. Her hands paused slightly when she heard this.

"Let them have their fun for a few days."

Her tone was calm.

"Going now would just be joining the circus. The right time for me to make a move is after the dust has settled."

Seeing her composed expression, Fei Wenkang still felt a little uneasy, but he was ultimately influenced by her calm.

He sighed and said no more.

As they were talking, Liu Li walked in briskly from outside. Her steps were hurried, and her expression was clearly off.

"Qingya, um, Wei Yongde is here."

The atmosphere in the room tensed slightly.

Song Qingya raised an eyebrow, a flash of coldness in her eyes.

She put down the needle case in her hand and spoke to the others in the room, her expression as normal as ever.

"I’ll go see."

With that, she turned and walked out.

Wei Yongde stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, fine beads of sweat dotting his forehead.

The moment he saw Song Qingya appear at the top of the stairs, he rushed forward to meet her, his voice urgent and panicked.

"Qingya! What happened to Cheng Lu?"

"I heard someone say she was arrested by the police? Is it true? Impossible! It couldn’t be her!"

"Those rumors going around must be fake! Someone must be spreading lies to ruin her reputation! She’s so kind, how could she possibly do something like that!"

But Song Qingya’s face was completely impassive.

"It’s true."

Her voice was cold.

Wei Yongde’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

He staggered back a step, his heel knocking against the leg of the coffee table, and nearly lost his balance.

"H-How is that possible?"

He muttered to himself.

"What... What on earth did she do? What crime did she commit?"

Song Qingya’s tone remained icy.

"The police will investigate what she did, and the law will be the ultimate judge. Saying anything more right now is useless."

"The only reason I agreed to see you today was to give you a warning. Cheng Lu is not in a good state right now."