Chapter 201: What Is The Flower Language Of The White Camellia
The fact was so, Liancheng could not deny, “My elder brother is old.”
At that moment, He Jinian had already politely invited a group of people in red and white hats next door.
In the makeshift shed, Madam Wang’s sobbing had also stopped.
Sunlight slanted into the window, falling on his left shoulder, a golden halo softening and blurring half of his face, his eyelashes as if kissed by light, his eyes in the dappled light.
Deep and mysterious like a well.
“Twenty-nine, not old.”
Madam Wang carefully wiped Professor Wang’s forehead, “Director Liang, thirty years old and established, in our time, we should have gotten married long ago. However, Director Liang is handsome and has a good demeanor. Even if he’s a bit older, girls will like him once they get to know him, and he’ll get married quickly.”
Liancheng recalled Bai Ying’s encounter with pursuit and interception during the New Year. She wanted to add to the trouble and say that her mother-in-law had introduced her, but ultimately did not speak.
Liang Chaosu was like a top-quality poisonous plant, with a noble appearance and the authority of someone in a high position, and a reliable demeanor.
For women, it was temptation, but even more fatal.
A soul-stirring poison that pierced the heart.
Approaching him, his edges, self-esteem, and personality would all be polished away inch by inch, shackled into the form he liked.
Besides that, his heart was cold and hard, impeccable, and his connections and network formed a vast web, making it impossible to struggle once caught.
Liancheng could still save herself, so why drag other girls into trouble?
As she remained silent, Professor Wang thought of something else, “I saw the rumors online about you and Liancheng a few days ago.”
Liancheng stiffened reflexively; her relationship with Liang Chaosu had been confirmed within a small scope.
She could feel the gaze of Liang family’s high-level personnel on her, their underlying tone ambiguous and sticky, labeled with Liang Chaosu’s name.
But she would never get used to this dark and rotten relationship being exposed in front of people she cared about.
Liang Chaosu watched her fear, her resistance, her limbs tensed, the veins on the back of her hand bulging more with each passing second.
He was silent for a few seconds and asked, “Do you believe it?”
Liancheng’s gaze immediately locked onto him, her eye color darkening to a chilling black.
In this relationship that could not see the light of day, Liang Chaosu was unrestrained. In the past, Liancheng always feared him exposing it and tried her best to conceal it.
At this very moment, he was hinting at it, or admitting to the statement. Liancheng was afraid, but she no longer cared.
She had returned to the country to gather evidence while Liang Chaosu proved himself, and at the moment of pointing at Liang Chaosu, public opinion would be a tool to restrain him.
Sooner or later, a storm would brew, and there would be a day when everyone would know.
“Of course, I don’t believe it.” Professor Wang lay flat. Liang Chaosu stood in the depth of the sunlight, his broad back blocking Liancheng, so she could not see his expression clearly or feel the tension in the atmosphere.
“The media nowadays is truly absurd; deep sibling affection can be turned into yellow rumors. Director Liang’s subsequent clarification statement was forwarded by everyone in our recovery team. Liancheng was not affected when she just returned to the country, was she?”
Liancheng replied, “No impact.”
Liang Chaosu’s face was half in the light and half lost in the dim shadow.
In the distance, the siren of an ambulance wailed. He Jinian hurried over from next door, and Madam Wang quickly walked to meet him, “There are many things at the construction site, can the ambulance get in? Or do we need a stretcher? He’s probably fractured a bone. Does it need to be treated first?”
Madam Wang’s mind was in turmoil. He Jinian received a look from Liang Chaosu and first reassured her fear, “The workers have already cleared a path at the construction site. We will still need a stretcher for these few meters from the shed to the ambulance. Old Wang might not have a fracture. If it affects his mobility, the accompanying doctor is the director of orthopedics and will provide necessary treatment.”
With an answer to every question, Madam Wang’s heart was half-relieved as she waited for the doctor.
The director of orthopedics at Weizhou County Hospital was a serious middle-aged man. After a general examination, he arranged for a stretcher to carry Professor Wang away.
Liancheng followed closely. As she was about to go out, she saw Xiao Da also getting into the ambulance.
Liang Chaosu stopped with her steps, his chest almost touching her back. His tall figure enveloped her, “The provincial hospital director was contacted by me, and I asked him to go down the mountain with you.”
His breath was too close, and Liancheng could feel a noticeable restlessness, the emotions that had not yet subsided and were being suppressed, now at such close proximity, subtly weaving out a damp, dull ache. “The times I forced you to expose yourself, forcing you to choose, was not to torment you.”
It was him.
The more capital and grasp he had, the closer he got to the original deadline of the plan, there was always a restless urge, growing louder and louder, wanting her to admit it, wanting to be with her in the bright days.
Liancheng took a step forward, “But for me, it is torment.”
Her arm was suddenly grabbed by Liang Chaosu. His gaze had never left her face. Liancheng immediately pulled away, but he held her firmly in his palm.
Under the oppressive shadow, closer and closer, the fire in Liancheng’s eyes also blazed.
The sunlight, the human voices, at this moment were like a surging, stormy sea.
Liang Chaosu suppressed it, enduring it.
Those extreme desires that clawed and danced while adhering to rules, lust, death wish, sexual desire, the most fervent unity of the three, visible but untouchable, too hot.
The flame in Liancheng’s eyes was also hot, every muscle unconsciously tightening, wary of his face changing, revealing an ugly ferocity.
Not far away, Professor Wang was being carried into the ambulance. Madam Wang looked back and saw Liancheng being pulled, Liang Chaosu’s expression calm yet bizarre.
A tearing sensation, almost alive, like the twisting of emotion and reason, or like vomiting a soul from one’s eye sockets.
“Liancheng—”
Madam Wang intuitively interrupted, “Are you still going?”
“Yes.” Liancheng raised her hand and tried to pry open the man’s fingers.
His fingers were a bit cold. In the past, those touches alone could consume and melt her, but with that knife, it had abruptly stopped.
The scars on his fingers were dense, and when touched, they were uneven.
The roughness fit the texture of her palm, as if her palm lines were scattered, and he too was broken.
Liancheng inexplicably thought of that jade bangle, the carving on it was indistinct. She guessed it was a white camellia.
She understood the flower’s language: camellias represented ideal love.
But white camellias had subcategories. She had discarded the jade bangle and no longer investigated.
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Weizhou had been expanding and building a new city in recent years. The hospitals in the old city area had moved to new locations, larger and more opulent.
Liancheng followed all the way to complete the procedures and wait for the examination report.
The result was good: a fracture of the proximal femur, but not comminuted.
However, hip fractures in the elderly should not be underestimated. Bai Ying was an orthopedic doctor, and Liancheng had seen some academic journals with her.
There was a survey on fractures in the elderly, in which hip fractures were called “the last fracture of the elderly.”
Within a year, the mortality rate from various complications was as high as 50%, higher than many cancers, and the disability rate was high. 42% of patients could not recover their pre-injury mobility, and 35% could not walk independently.
This was also the reason for Madam Wang’s nervousness and worry.
The director of Weizhou General Hospital recommended surgery as soon as possible. Conservative treatment would lead to slow bone healing, which for elderly patients meant prolonged pain and absolute bed rest.
Madam Wang called her daughter abroad to confirm her opinion.
Liancheng followed the nurse’s instructions to get the inpatient medication. When she returned to the ward, the doctor from the provincial hospital had not yet arrived, and Madam Wang was also absent. A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was sitting by the bedside.
Refined and elegant in demeanor and conversation, Professor Wang, however, glared angrily.
The man heard her movement and turned his head.
