My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 426: 0425 Lady’s Illness Communication (Third Watch)_1

“Didn’t I tell you she would be fine?” Murong Ruyin said indifferently.

“Why did the surgery take so long?”

“In order not to leave a scar on her neck, I used micro-needle suturing, which takes a longer time,” Murong Ruyin explained.

“Really won’t leave a scar?” Yang Dingguo was a bit incredulous.

After all, with the current medical standards, even laser treatment would leave a scar.

“If Ruyin says there won’t be one, then there definitely won’t be,”

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She is the new Lingnan Divine Doctor after all, and Ye Xiong believed in her abilities.

“Whether a scar is left depends on the care during the recovery period. I will give you a detailed care list later. As long as you follow it, there won’t be any scars.”

Ye Xiong walked in, and Yang Xinyi lay on the bed, her face somewhat pale as she slept deeply.

He approached and held her hand, gently squeezing her soft, boneless hand.

In just a few days, it felt like even her hands had gotten thinner.

Poor wife!

Half an hour later, Murong Ruyin returned and handed him a document that was a dozen pages long.

Ye Xiong glanced over it, and it was full of clauses, concerning everything from daily care, medication, to routines and diet, what could be eaten, and what couldn’t, with several hundred items in total.

Ye Xiong felt overwhelmed and asked awkwardly, “Isn’t this too much?”

“Miss one, and that’s an added risk of scarring, so take it as you will.”

For his wife to recover perfectly, Ye Xiong accepted it.

“The total medical cost this time is 563,000. I’ll give you a discount—560,000 will do,” Murong Ruyin said.

“You’re outright profiteering,” Ye Xiong broke out in a sweat.

He didn’t care about the money, but he felt the medical expenses were exorbitant, a hundred times more extortionate than a hospital’s.

“The small bottle of medicine you saw on the table is worth over 500,000 just for the materials, add the other ingredients, and the value has exceeded 550,000. That means I charged you only 10,000 for labor.”

“I’ll have He Mengji transfer a million to you,” Ye Xiong said.

“With things settled here, I plan to leave for Jiangnan tomorrow,” Murong Ruyin finished and left.

That night, Ye Xiong kept vigil by Yang Xinyi’s side.

The next morning, when Yang Xinyi awoke and opened her eyes, she found someone slumped over the table beside the bed—who else could it be but Ye Xiong?

Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable emotion rising in her heart.

Ye Xiong felt the bed move slightly, lifted his head, saw her awake, and quickly asked, “Xinyi, how do you feel, does it still hurt?”

Yang Xinyi shook her head.

“Don’t be so foolish next time. Knowing it could endanger your life, why did you act so rashly?”

“Better off dead, then I wouldn’t feel so sad,” Yang Xinyi pouted.

“What would I do if you died?”

“You have so many women around you, one more or one less doesn’t matter,” Yang Xinyi said bitterly.

At that moment, Ye Xiong truly wished to promise he’d never go to those women again, but he could never harden his heart to do so.

After all, those women were very devoted to him.

“Stop being angry, Ruyin said you need to maintain a relaxed and happy mood to avoid scarring,” Ye Xiong changed the subject.

He took out the document Murong Ruyin gave him and handed it to her, “This is what Ruyin left behind. It’s a detailed guide to ensure not a trace is left on your neck.”

Yang Xinyi took it, and Ye Xiong said, “Item fifty-eight states: You must always stay relaxed, don’t be impatient, don’t lose your temper…”

Ye Xiong recited the items word for word.

“You remembered them all?” Yang Xinyi was somewhat surprised.

“There are over two hundred terms here, and I’ve memorized them all,” Ye Xiong grasped her hand and said softly, “You got hurt like this because of me, so I’ve decided to stay by your side from today, until you fully recover.”

Yang Xinyi was somewhat moved by his words.

But he had said this before, and who knew if he would just end up hurting her again.

“Why do you men always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Make a mistake, say you’ll change, turn around and then make the same mistake again, always caught in a cycle of making mistakes and then admitting them.”

This was probably a common flaw among all philandering men.

“I no longer believe your sweet talk,” Yang Xinyi withdrew her hand.

“I will prove it with my actions,” Ye Xiong said, reaching for her hand again.

Yang Xinyi pulled back and said, “We have nothing to do with each other now, please show some respect.”

“Aren’t you my wife?”

“Who’s your wife, did we register for marriage?” Yang Xinyi retorted.

“Let’s just say girlfriend then!” Ye Xiong smiled and said, “After all, we’ve lived together for quite a while.”

“Nowadays, people cohabit for four or five years and still break up in the end, let alone us who’ve only lived together for a few months,” Yang Xinyi looked at him seriously and said, “Sometimes I wonder why live such a tiring life when you can just be happy every day.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Ye Xiong agreed.

“The biggest source of my unhappiness is you, so I’ve decided, from today on, I won’t hate you anymore because I want to leave you.”

“Xinyi…”

“Of course, after breaking up we can still be friends, but just friends, nothing more. Don’t do anything out of line with me anymore,” Yang Xinyi warned.

It’s a common flaw among women to give themselves a way out.

Ye Xiong was initially worried, but hearing her now, he knew she was just being tormented inside.

If she really could let go, she wouldn’t be so sad.

All this talk about being friends after breaking up, nonsense.

“Whatever you like, however you want it,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

After a bit of idle chat, Ye Xiong went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Yang Xinyi.

“Miss, is Xinyi’s medicinal porridge ready?”

“It’s heating up in the pot, I’ll get it for you.”

Yang Yueru was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when she reached for the medicinal porridge, forgetting it was hot, and scalded herself.

She let out a sharp scream.

“What happened?”

Ye Xiong hurried over, took her hand, and saw that her fingers were red and swollen from the burn.

“How could you be so careless?”

Ye Xiong reached into the pot and took out the bowl of medicinal porridge, placing it on the table.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting burned?” Yang Yueru asked in shock.

“I have thick skin.”

As someone like him, who had undergone special training, he naturally had a greater tolerance than most people.

“You go take care of it, I can handle things here,” Ye Xiong said.

“No need to treat it, a little burn like this happens a lot in the kitchen,” Yang Yueru went to the tap, rinsed her hand, then stood by, watching Ye Xiong busily work.

The porridge in the pot had just come to a boil, and as Ye Xiong put the meat in, he began explaining, “Timing is critical when cooking meat porridge. After bringing it to a high heat, let it boil for one to two minutes, that’s all. Of course, this depends on the size of the meat cuts; if it’s slices, you can take them off the heat as soon as they’re in the pot. If the meat cooks for too long, not only does it taste bad, but also the nutrients will evaporate…”

Ye Xiong continued to cook while speaking to Yang Yueru.