Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

In the ward.

Only Madam Lu, Feng Yu, and Ye Wangchuan were left.

Madam Lu pulled over a chair and sat in front of the bed, looking at the man peeling fruits for Feng Yu.

She saw that the man was only looking down and peeling fruits seriously.

Finally, she couldn't help but say, "Elder Feng, you know why I'm here. We've known each other for decades. I've risked my old face to beg you today. Can you help me get Qiao…"

Feng Yu interrupted her, "It's not that I don't want to help you. This matter involves her. Even if I'm her teacher, I can't make the decision for her."

"But as long as you speak to her, I believe…" Old Madam Lu did not finish her sentence.

Feng Yu sternly rejected her again. "Matriarch Lu, I've made it very clear. If this was my matter, I would definitely give in on account of our many years of acquaintance, but this matter involves…"

He looked at the man who was still peeling fruits with his head lowered. Rubbing his eyebrows, he looked at Old Madam Lu firmly and bluntly said, "This matter involves Qiao Nian. I can't make the decision for her."

"If you really want her help, you can talk to her nicely. If she's willing to help you, she'll help you. If she's not willing to help you, there's nothing I can do."

Ye Wangchuan finished peeling the orange and cut it into small pieces on a plate. Then, he handed the plate to Feng Yu and lazily said, "Elder Feng, eat this orange."

Feng Yu's mouth twitched. He touched his nose and took the plate from him. His heart was a mess, afraid that this kid would think that he had called Old Madam Lu here.

He did not immediately eat the orange. Instead, he looked at Old Madam Lu solemnly again.

He continued, "I don't know what Lu Yiming did to make Lu Zhi angry, but in the end, this is your Lu family's matter. I'm unwilling to let my disciple involve herself in this matter. I hope you can understand my painstaking efforts."

Old Madam Lu was speechless and could only sit there awkwardly.

After a while, Qiao Nian brought the doctor back to the ward to check on Feng Yu.

Old Madam Lu made an excuse and left first.

None of the three people in the ward asked her to stay.

Feng Yu was recovering well. After more than 10 days, his thigh wound had already begun to scab.

The doctor gave him a routine checkup and then handed the freshly printed report to Qiao Nian.

Qiao Nian compared it carefully and was slightly relieved after confirming Feng Yu's physical condition.

After sending the doctor away, she returned and said to the person lying on the bed, "You can be discharged after lying for another half a month."

"… Another half a month?" Feng Yu's back had been sticky recently. Upon hearing the girl say that he still had to lie in bed for another half-month, his heart turned cold and he revealed a bitter expression. He was very unhappy.

Qiao Nian casually put her hands in her pockets. She thought for a moment and then said, "You can be discharged early if you want. Coincidentally, there are still many projects waiting for your approval at the First Research Institute."

"Forget it." Feng Yu immediately laid down with his hand on his waist. "I'd better lie down again. I'm old and can't take it anymore. I should recover first before being discharged."

Qiao Nian was not surprised. She pulled down her baseball cap and said to the lazy old man, "I'll go back now since you're fine."