Chapter 909
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She was arguing with Tang Nuan in the bathroom at the same company, so how did Su Zhinian manage to hear it when none of her colleagues heard it?
Oh my God, is this the legendary clairvoyant? Or is he an alien like all the professors in "You from the Star"?
However, this wasn't a mythological drama, nor was it a Korean drama … this was reality!
Even though she was not a well-educated person, this was not a joke …
Song Qingchun pulled on her hair. She felt like she would go crazy if she continued to research, so she gave up on it.
After all, she could not figure it out. Instead of wasting her brain cells, she might as well ask Su Zhinian.
…
Even though Su Zhinian's life was not in danger, the wound on his head was still quite serious. After he returned home, he stopped the drip, so the wound still hurt. Even though Su Zhinian did not scream in pain, Song Qingchun would often see him gripping the bedsheets tightly at night.
Therefore, even though she was full of questions, she did not approach him when he was in pain.
The next afternoon, when Doctor Xia came to re-examine Su Zhinian's wound, Song Qingchun told Doctor Xia about Su Zhinian's pain as she sent him off.
Before Doctor Xia got into his car, he pulled out a black bottle from his medical kit and passed it to Song Qingchun. He told her to apply it on Su Zhinian's wound three times a day.
Perhaps the ointment given by Doctor Xia was too miraculous or Su Zhinian's recovery speed was too good, but in less than two days, the wound on his head had completely healed, leaving behind a hideous scar.
When Doctor Xia came for the last checkup, he helped Su Zhinian remove the stitches and told Song Qingchun that there was nothing to worry about. Before he left, he reminded Song Qingchun to keep applying the ointment he gave her; it would help remove the scar.
Song Qingchun stood at the door and waited for Doctor Xia's car to drive away before slowly turning around to return to the bungalow.
She raised her head to look at the second floor before going to the kitchen to brew a glass of lemonade for Su Zhinian. Then, she carried it upstairs to his study.
Song Qingchun pushed the door open without knocking. Su Zhinian was sitting at his desk, talking on the phone.
Song Qingchun placed the glass of lemonade on the table. Su Zhinian glanced at her, but he did not stop talking on the phone.
Song Qingchun did not leave. She found a random book on Su Zhinian's bookshelf and sat on the sofa, waiting for him to finish his work.
Su Zhinian was really busy. After hanging up, he turned to his computer and started typing furiously. Occasionally, he would flip through the documents on his table and pick up his pen to make a few strokes on them.
When Song Qingchun was about a third of the way through the book, she glanced at Su Zhinian and saw him leaning back in his chair, gulping down the lemonade in his hand.
Song Qingchun closed the book, tilted her head, and asked, "You're done?"
Su Zhinian, who had water in his mouth, nodded and mumbled a muffled "hmm".
Song Qingchun placed the book on the coffee table and pointed at the sofa before her. "Since you're done, why don't you come over and chat with me?"
Su Zhinian's hand that was swallowing froze. He looked at her with surprise. Then, as if he understood what she wanted to talk to him about, his fingers that gripped the glass tightened.
What was to come would come. That day, when he used his superpower to control the truck driver to crash into the guardrail, he knew this would happen to him.
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