Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Trash

Compared to Fu Yihan, Su Qingnuan seemed much happier, pushing the wheelchair excitedly on the way back.

Meanwhile, Fu Yihan just sat there, silent, lost in thought about something.

It wasn’t until they returned to the room that Su Qingnuan took off Fu Yihan’s jacket and asked, "Mr. Fu, would you like to take a bath?"

Fu Yihan snapped back to reality, glancing at her with an unreadable expression before nodding.

Watching him head straight into the inner bathroom, Su Qingnuan tidied up quickly and waited until Fu Yihan was done before heading in herself.

The bathroom had been equipped with specialized handrails and tools tailored for Fu Yihan, making bathing much more convenient without troubling others.

Thinking of this, Su Qingnuan suddenly realized that Fu Yihan was someone who really disliked inconveniencing others, whether it was her or Ah Qi.

If he could manage things himself, he wouldn’t call on someone else.

Having noticed this, Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but glance towards the door.

But separated by the door, she couldn’t see what Fu Yihan was doing outside.

With a shrug of resignation, Su Qingnuan turned on the hot water.

After washing up, Su Qingnuan came out to find Fu Yihan already sitting by the bed, waiting quietly.

Su Qingnuan rushed over, holding Fu Yihan’s arm gently: "Mr. Fu, let me help you onto the bed."

Fu Yihan glanced at her but didn’t object.

After helping him lie down, Su Qingnuan noticed as she adjusted the blanket that his feet weren’t dangling off the edge anymore.

She carefully examined the bed in the room—it seemed significantly longer than before?

"What are you looking at?" A cool voice interrupted her thoughts.

Su Qingnuan quickly shook her head: "N-nothing."

Taking the hairdryer into the bathroom, she dried her hair and then hurried back out.

Perhaps because she’d eaten well that evening, Su Qingnuan slept soundly that night, without any dreams.

When she woke up, the person beside her was still there.

The two of them had separate beds and blankets, and both had good sleeping postures, so there wasn’t any mutual disturbance.

Seeing Fu Yihan’s head buried under the blankets, Su Qingnuan got out of bed as quietly as possible and tiptoed into the bathroom.

After getting ready, she came out to find Fu Yihan sitting on the bed, staring off into space.

"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan called out.

Fu Yihan squinted at her, looking her up and down: "Leaving so early?"

"Yes, our department has an early meeting today."

"Okay." Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze, speaking softly, "Go ahead, let Ah Qi take you."

Seeing he had no intention of getting up, Su Qingnuan didn’t press him, nodding as she left.

At the door, Su Qingnuan suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right!" Su Qingnuan darted to the small study room and pulled a pair of knee pads from the drawer.

She hurried back to the bedroom, looking at Fu Yihan sitting calmly on the bed with a dismissive air: "Mr. Fu, these need to be replaced!"

Fu Yihan glanced at her: "Should I change them myself?"

At this, Su Qingnuan walked over, carefully pulling aside the blankets to reveal Fu Yihan’s pajama pants.

"Mr. Fu, I added new medicinal ingredients to this. It might feel itchy, or even painful, but that’s a good sign. Please bear with it."

"Itchy?" Fu Yihan looked at her, puzzled.

Su Qingnuan chuckled: "Itching and pain mean your leg has sensation—that’s good news."

"Hmm."

After replacing the knee pads, Su Qingnuan carefully pulled his pant leg back down and smiled, "I’m off to work now, Mr. Fu."

"Hmm."

Satisfied with one last glance at Fu Yihan’s leg, Su Qingnuan cheerfully walked out.

After Su Qingnuan left, Fu Yihan’s gaze fell back onto his leg.

For a long while, Fu Yihan picked up the phone and sent a message to someone.

...

"Didn’t you already have a check-up last time?" Gong Qi was pushing Fu Yihan toward the basement, looking puzzled. "Why another one?"

Fu Yihan didn’t answer her question but instead asked, "Where’s Qin Chuan?"

"He’s on hospital duty today. He asked me to come check in on you instead," Gong Qi explained helplessly, opening the door and pushing Fu Yihan inside. "Honestly, you’re springing this on him suddenly—how could he possibly have time to come?"

"Didn’t I tell him he didn’t need to work at the hospital anymore?"

For someone who was supposed to be his family doctor, Qin Chuan was oddly fond of hanging around the hospital. It was unclear sometimes what his main focus even was.

"You know what? Don’t say this to me—go tell him yourself," Gong Qi teased, extending her hand. "Come on."

Fu Yihan glanced at her coldly, raising his arm so Gong Qi could help him onto the examination table.

Although Gong Qi wasn’t a doctor, she was very familiar with the equipment and devices here. Ever since Fu Yihan’s injury, she and Qin Chuan had been the ones setting up this place, so she naturally understood it well.

As the familiar images appeared on the computer screen, Gong Qi said nothing.

"How is it?" Fu Yihan asked, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

Gong Qi sighed slowly and shook her head: "No changes."

Fu Yihan frowned: "But last night, when I stood up, I distinctly felt—if only for a moment—that my leg hurt."

"Hurt?" Gong Qi looked at him, surprised. "Are you sure you didn’t imagine it?"

Fu Yihan nodded firmly: "No, it hurt."

For his leg, which had been without sensation for so long, that brief moment of pain had etched itself clearly into Fu Yihan’s memory.

"Pain..." Gong Qi stared at the computer screen thoughtfully. "Let’s do another test. This time, let’s be more thorough."

"Alright."

The two of them worked for another hour, and Gong Qi stared at the screen, her lips trembling slightly.

"How is it?" Fu Yihan asked again. noveldrama

Suddenly, Gong Qi slammed her hand on the table and exclaimed excitedly, "It’s working!"

"What?" Fu Yihan eagerly pushed his wheelchair closer to examine the computer screen.

The issue with Fu Yihan’s leg was necrosis of the bone.

For years, the scans had shown no changes.

But this was the first time there had been changes.

Even though it was a tiny area, no bigger than a fingernail, to these two who had been scrutinizing the scans for years, it was unmistakable.

"Well done! We’ve studied this for so long without success, so how did this happen?" Gong Qi turned to Fu Yihan with excitement in her voice.

Fu Yihan’s lips curved faintly upward, a quiet smile emerging: "It wasn’t my research."

"Then whose?"

Smiling even more deeply, Fu Yihan turned his head and looked at the knee pads placed on the table. With a light chuckle, he murmured, "A benefactor."

"A benefactor?" Following his gaze, Gong Qi noticed the gentle look in his eyes and suddenly understood, teasing, "Looks like your wife was a pretty good choice after all."

Fu Yihan didn’t refute, raising his hand to gesture: "Bring me the knee pads."

"...Alright, boss."

Gong Qi grabbed the knee pads and helped Fu Yihan put them on.

As she worked, she couldn’t help but mutter complaints.

"These knee pads are so ugly. How are you even okay with wearing them?"

"Goodness, what kind of weird way are they strapped on?"

"..."