Chapter 323: Social Death in an Instant

Chapter 323 Instant Social Death

"You didn't manage your expression well just now—daring to look at the Deputy Director with an 'Is the Deputy Director crazy?' face."

"Ah? You noticed? Heh..."

"Of course! He probably noticed too. Luckily, he's kind. Try that with someone else."

"I mean, I just don't get it. It was just low blood sugar—why was the Deputy Director so nervous? I thought it was some serious illness."

"When someone’s wife suddenly faints, the Deputy Director was just freaked out with worry. It’s clear now—he really loves his wife."

"Wait... this is the Deputy Director’s wife?"

"You didn’t know? Oh right, I forgot—you just transferred to our hospital last month."

"Had no clue. I was wondering earlier—during that highly complex surgery, Dr. Fu didn’t even flinch and completed it flawlessly, cool as a cucumber. But over low blood sugar..."

"If she wasn't his wife, would he have asked us to bring her to his private office?"

"Oh, right. I thought they just knew each other."

Su He was drifting in and out of sleep when she suddenly heard two voices whispering.

They spoke very softly, trying to keep their voices down, but Su He’s hearing was super sharp, so she caught every word.

Were they talking about... Dr. Fu?

This was mortifying.

She must have fainted, and Dr. Fu, in his panic, probably made a total scene.

Su He wasn’t sure if she should "wake up" now—it was too awkward. How could she faint at such a critical moment?

And her earlier behavior after seeing Fu Tinghua was so weird.

Crying while hugging Dr. Fu in a public place like the hospital—so many people must have seen it.

Now that she'd calmed down, Su He regretted her actions more and more the longer she thought about them.

She wished she could go back in time and undo all that cringe behavior.

Just as Su He hesitated over whether to "wake up," the two nurses spoke again.

"Should we leave and let the Deputy Director’s wife rest alone for a bit?"

"We should wait till she wakes up. Someone needs to watch her—the Deputy Director told us to keep an eye on her."

Hearing this, Su He couldn’t pretend anymore and finally opened her eyes.

Pretending she hadn’t heard their conversation, she sat up and put on a confused act. "How did I end up here?"

Time to put her acting skills to the test.

Seeing her awake, the two nurses immediately stopped talking and rushed over to her bedside.

Earlier, they had rolled the bed straight into Fu Tinghua’s private office, stopping it in an empty spot.

"Oh? You're awake? You fainted earlier, and Dr. Fu examined you—he said it was probably low blood sugar. Just lie down and rest a bit more. Any other symptoms?" an older nurse quickly asked.

Su He shook her head at her and replied, "Just a bit dizzy, nothing else."

At that moment, a younger nurse quickly offered Su He a cup of glucose solution and said, "You have low blood sugar, so drink some glucose to replenish your energy. The cup is clean, don’t worry."

Su He took the cup and took a tentative sip. Yuck, this is disgusting.

She frowned tightly, struggling to take another sip.

Honestly, was the glucose in the future some kind of improved version? (she thought) The current glucose tasted terrible, with a weird chemical taste.

Just then, the office door opened, and all three of them turned to look.

It was Fu Tinghua. After finishing his work, he had hurried back to see Su He.

Seeing that Su He was already awake and sitting up, Fu Tinghua quickly walked to the bedside and asked, "How are you feeling? Are you in a lot of discomfort?"

The two nurses, completely overlooked by Fu Tinghua, exchanged glances. The older one spoke up, "Dr. Fu, we’ll give you some privacy now."

Only then did Fu Tinghua shift his gaze to them and nod.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Of course, our pleasure."

After saying this, the two nurses quickly left the room, which was thick with romantic tension.

Su He was still holding the cup of glucose solution. Watching the nurses finally leave, she let out a sigh of relief.

Honestly, she felt like she'd become the hospital gossip in Fu Tinghua’s hospital.

She never wanted to set foot in this place again.

"What’s wrong?" Now that they were finally alone, Fu Tinghua sat down beside Su He and gently cupped her cheek as he asked softly.

He examined her eyes—they were a bit red and swollen. She must have really sobbed earlier.

"Do your eyes feel uncomfortable?" As he spoke, Fu Tinghua gently pressed the area beneath her eyes.

"Yeah, they feel a bit dry when I blink," Su He replied, blinking reflexively.

"You cried too much earlier. It’s all my fault," Fu Tinghua sighed, his face full of guilt.

"Damn right it’s your fault!"

As if suddenly remembering something, Su He handed the cup to Fu Tinghua.

He took it reflexively, but as a doctor who spent most of his time in the operating room, he immediately identified the contents.

"You haven’t finished it," he said, handing the cup back to her.

Su He just stared blankly.

"It tastes awful. I don’t want to drink it."

Su He felt that if she forced herself to finish this stuff, she’d definitely throw up—I'm not kidding.

Now it made sense why her friend had complained about the glucose drink during her pregnancy glucose challenge test—about how revolting it was, and how she kept retching between forced sips.

Back then, Su He thought her friend was exaggerating—how bad could some sugar water be? But now that it was her turn, she realized her friend hadn't been exaggerating at all.

"No, you fainted from low blood sugar. If you don’t drink it, you’ll need an IV," Fu Tinghua insisted, his tone brooking no argument.

When it came to Su He’s health, he wouldn’t compromise.

Perhaps realizing his tone was too stern, Fu Tinghua softened his voice and coaxed her patiently, "It’s not that bad—it’s sweet, really. When I was in the service, I’d sometimes drink it to replenish energy."

Su He fell silent.

"I just took a sip, and it’s awful. I don’t want to drink it. Do I have to drink it?" Her tone carried a hint of pleading, hoping he’d let her off.

Indeed, a little sweet-talking goes a long way.

After a moment's thought, Fu Tinghua relented, "Alright, then don’t drink it."