Chapter 11: It Will Be Hard for Shen Yuan to Conceive Again
Due to the intense struggling on the bed late the previous night, the bleeding in Shen Yuan’s unhealed lower abdomen was severe. The wound had become infected and purulent, splitting into a large gash.
Fortunately, he was rushed to the operating room and underwent a five-hour emergency surgery, successfully making it out of the critical period.
The doors to the emergency room finally opened. Yu Xiuqing, who had grown impatient, flicked the dust off his suit trousers and walked over to ask the lead surgeon:
“How is he?”
“I’ve given him a full examination. I found that his lower abdomen has suffered extremely severe damage and internal injuries.”
As Gu Lanxiao spoke, he removed his mask, revealing a young and handsome face. However, there was a steady, cold temperament in his eyes that kept people at a distance.
He had served as a military doctor in Yu Xiuqing’s unit, and the two had known each other for years, considering themselves close friends.
Gu Lanxiao didn’t even need to think to know what kind of beastly acts the Eldest Young Master of the Yu family had committed.
After all, over the past two years, Shen Yuan being hospitalized after being tormented was a common occurrence. He had grown used to it, but it had never been so serious as to require surgery.
As expected, there was nothing this man couldn’t do. He had truly underestimated the cruel reputation of Nangang’s Sanye.
Seeing that the other man kept his brows furrowed while staring at him, Yu Xiuqing felt uncomfortable being watched and interrupted:
“And?”
Gu Lanxiao withdrew his gaze and cleared his throat awkwardly. he presented the CT scan he had just received to the man. His gaze was sharp and serious:
“This is the patient’s pelvic X-ray. There is a slight crack in the tailbone. The intense struggle caused massive internal bleeding in the abdomen. This has directly led to the patient being unlikely to conceive again, and there’s even a possibility of permanent infertility.”
Yu Xiuqing didn’t take the scan. He only looked down and scanned the image, seeing the faint crack. His heart couldn’t help but tighten.
He didn’t know why he was having this reaction. He temporarily assumed he was pitying that piteous little canary for having been toyed with too hard during his moment of impulse.
Soon, that trace of sadness vanished. Yu Xiuqing looked at the doctor and let out a cold, dark laugh, saying:
“I don’t care whether he can conceive in the future. Our Yu family doesn’t need a fool to carry on the lineage.”
Gu Lanxiao immediately caught the flash of satisfaction in the man’s eyes. He couldn’t help but knit his brows.
He kept his hands in his lab coat pockets, his deep gaze returning to calm. He spoke in a professional tone:
“Infertility is good news for Master Yu, isn’t it? That way, Shen Yuan won’t ruin his body with repeated miscarriages, and Master Yu won’t have to wait so impatiently for his recovery period.”
Hearing this, a look of displeasure appeared on Yu Xiuqing’s face, though he wasn’t enraged at having his thoughts exposed.
During his years of military service, being injured by explosives and mines was common. It was thanks to Gu Lanxiao, a skilled surgical military medic, that he could receive timely treatment every time he was hurt, preventing him from losing limbs.
Though he was cruel and cold-blooded, he always repaid kindness and could just barely tolerate Gu Lanxiao—a man who was even colder than himself.
Gu Lanxiao watched him quietly, raising an eyebrow slightly, seemingly expecting his reply.
Yu Xiuqing let out a low laugh from the depths of his throat and slowly took a few steps toward the young man.
His broad chest pressed against Gu Lanxiao’s shoulder. His slender fingers lightly tilted the other’s chin as he leaned in, breathing into his ear playfully:
“Doctor Gu, speculating about other people’s thoughts is very impolite—and quite perverse.”
A gentle sensation brushed against his ear, and intermittent warm breath hit his neck. Gu Lanxiao’s heart hammered violently.
If he turned his head now, he would surely see that handsome face right next to his. He forced himself to stay calm, closed his eyes, then opened them and forcefully shoved the arm away. He said coldly:
“No matter what, I’m not as perverse as Master Yu.”
Yu Xiuqing was already used to being heartlessly pushed away every time he flirted with this icy beauty.
From their military life until now, no matter how tender or lingering he was, this man remained unmoved.
He even suspected that Gu Lanxiao was asexual or completely devoid of emotion—or perhaps he only liked women?
However, regarding Gu Lanxiao, he felt no desire to conquer or any real interest. If it weren’t for the fact that the man had a good face, he probably wouldn’t even bother looking at him.
He lacked Shen Yuan’s obedient softness and Su Huaiyao’s cold tenderness; he only had an air of arrogant pride.
Seeing his silence, Gu Lanxiao let out a cold sneer and mocked, “Why have you stopped talking? Did I hit the nail on the head?”
“Enough. Doctor Gu, you must heal my Yuanyuan. I don’t want him to have any messy complications, or be unable to share a bed with me in the future.”
Yu Xiuqing directly skipped over the question meant to make things difficult for him, shifting the focus back to his favorite toy.
In his dark, unreadable pupils, there was a faint flicker of almost morbid madness. “After all, what’s the point of keeping a vase that’s only good to look at but can’t be used?”
Hearing such absurd words, Gu Lanxiao’s eyes darkened. His words carried a hint of gritted teeth:
“You’re just a mad dog in heat.”
The moment the words left his mouth, his neck was suddenly seized by a powerful hand. The man’s obsidian-like eyes narrowed dangerously as he said ominously, “Does Doctor Gu also want to experience what it’s like to share a bed with me?”
Gu Lanxiao struggled to breathe, his face pale, yet he didn’t panic. Instead, he curled his lips into a smile:
“Is Master Yu trying to… choke me to death?”
“If I wanted to kill you, I have a thousand ways. Choking is a low-level tactic; you’re not worthy of me lifting a finger for that.”
With that, Yu Xiuqing loosened his grip. His vicious gaze instantly became gentle again, as if those murderous words hadn’t come from him.
He smiled like a demon and reached out to lightly straighten the wrinkles on Gu Lanxiao’s collar. He said:
“But I won’t lift a finger against Doctor Gu. After all, my Yuanyuan’s body still needs you to take care of it.”
Gu Lanxiao gasped for air, unable to speak. Several clear finger marks immediately appeared on his fair neck.
This change in attitude caught him off guard.
Was the person he had liked all these years an elegant gentleman or a complete demon?
He was confused.
He had even felt afraid when the man was choking him.
Was this still the Master Yu he had known for all these years?
Yu Xiuqing habitually turned the emerald signet ring on his thumb. A playful smile touched his lips. “Oh, right. Xiaoyao is back. I’ll take the opportunity to introduce you two sometime.”
Xiaoyao…
Gu Lanxiao was not unfamiliar with that name.
He was the pianist who drew everyone’s attention on stage, and the white moonlight Yu Xiuqing had never forgotten.
He wasn’t that sad, just unwilling. He wasn’t as excellent as Su Huaiyao, nor could he compare to that fool, Shen Yuan.
“I have work to do. Excuse me.”
He lowered his head and hurriedly left the man’s side.
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