Last time that out‑of‑the‑way hospital was a thorn thicket of trouble, so today, with Tang Coco not in crisis—at least not out cold—Ye Yiyi aimed for Ninghai City Central Hospital like an arrow.
The silver Porsche slid into the closest slot to the doors, sleek as a fish easing into still water.
Ye Yiyi rounded to the back door, the handle lifting like a curtain, ready to scoop Tang Coco up in her arms.
Heat pricked Tang Coco’s cheeks; the villa was a pond, but downtown was a river of eyes, and she had nowhere to hide her face.
Uh… Yiyi‑jie, maybe just support me, and we walk in slowly, okay? Her voice was a feather on glass.
Sure—oh no! We rushed out and I forgot to put your shoes on, what do we do? Ye Yiyi cupped her cheeks like a startled porcelain doll.
You… Tang Coco finally saw the other side of her; peel the petals off a beauty, and it’s all thorns under the silk.
Be good—listen. Ye Yiyi opened her arms like a harbor.
I’m not a kid… Tang Coco muttered, then leaned forward like a willow in wind, yielding to the inevitable.
After a few careful shifts, Ye Yiyi cradled Tang Coco like a princess, kicked the door shut with a clean thud, and flowed toward the hospital doors.
The moment they entered the first‑floor lobby, gazes swung like spotlights; Ye Yiyi’s face needed no preface, and though Tang Coco’s features were hidden, her lines spoke volumes.
Ye Yiyi let the stares wash past like rain on stone and headed for the service desk, while Tang Coco couldn’t stand it and burrowed into Ye Yiyi’s chest like a shy fawn.
The front‑desk nurse spotted them and came at a quick clip, white shoes whispering like wings.
Hello, how can I help? Her tone was a calm pool.
She fainted just now. Open a VIP room first, and I’ll brief the doctor after. Ye Yiyi’s words were steady as a metronome.
Certainly. VIP wards are on the eleventh floor; please take the elevator with me. The nurse’s smile was a ribbon.
Need a hand? The nurse glanced at the two of them, a scale weighing slender against slender.
Mmm… Tang Coco shrank a little, a snail into its shell, unwilling to be carried by someone else.
Pfft— No need, I’ve got her. Ye Yiyi laughed, a bell in a quiet hall, and waved the help away.
Okay. The nurse wisely said no more and led them to the elevators, the doors closing like a book.
They rode up to the eleventh floor, a hush like a high cloud, and found an empty VIP room; under the nurse’s nod, Ye Yiyi carried Tang Coco in.
Tang Coco finally left Ye Yiyi’s arms, her face a peach‑blossom flush, and eased onto the bed like a leaf settling on water.
The young nurse, seeing that face for the first time, clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes caught like a moth in lantern light. Wow!
Ahem. Could you call a doctor over? Ye Yiyi’s reminder was a knuckle on wood.
Ah! R‑right, sorry, I’ll go now. The nurse spun away, her steps a quick patter like rain.
See? You stir up trouble wherever you go; don’t you dare go strolling downtown, or the traffic cops will be swamped like a floodgate. Ye Yiyi teased, a smile hiding in her voice.
… So it’s my fault, huh… Tang Coco sighed inwardly, a tide pulling back; if not for this, she wouldn’t have worked so hard to hide her face.
How do you feel? Anywhere uncomfortable? Ye Yiyi pulled up a stool, sat by the bed like a lantern by a pillow, and took Tang Coco’s hand.
Mm… I’m okay. Just… no strength. Her words were a thread.
No way she was saying Anomaly Power wrung her dry; that secret was a stone at the bottom of a well.
Hey… look at you, too slender, like a flower people want to shield under a glass bell; one draft of wind and there’s trouble. Ye Yiyi sighed, a warm breeze through bamboo.
Uh… I’m not some vase… I can cook, and I can DJ! Tang Coco pouted, a spark jumping in ash.
Hahaha— I never said you were a vase. Our Coco’s got skills for days. Ye Yiyi’s laugh danced like sunlight on ripples.
Footsteps rose in the hall, a drumline of leather soles, and Ye Yiyi turned; the young nurse had returned with five or six doctors in tow.
Oh! Little Ye is here. The voice was old yet steady, like an old pine in winter wind.
Hello, Grandpa Su. Ye Yiyi greeted him with a bow of tone, respect like clear tea.
Dr. Su was famous in Ninghai, not of the Six Great Families, but a banner among the city’s old guard, with ties braided deep among the clans.
Good, good—let me see the patient first. His gaze was a calm lamp.
Okay, Grandpa Su, please see what’s wrong with her. She’s blacked out several times. Ye Yiyi’s worry was a shadow on snow.
The old doctor nodded, stepped to Tang Coco’s bedside, and his eyes widened for a heartbeat before smoothing, a ripple stilled on a pond.
The other doctors gathered round, their surprise blooming like night flowers at her face.
Child, what’s your name? Dr. Su’s voice was a warm quilt.
Tang Coco. Her reply was small, heavy with fatigue like dew on grass.
Mm. Where do you feel unwell? His hand hovered like a sparrow.
Just… no strength. Her lashes trembled like fern fronds.
I heard you fainted. What happened at the time? His words were a thread drawing a knot.
Uh… Tang Coco hesitated, a fish circling the hook; this elder looked hard to fool.
After lunch I wanted to rest. While changing, I got dizzy, then blacked out. Her answer fell like pebbles, one by one.
… Dr. Su listened and thought, placing two fingers on her slim wrist like a reed touching current.
Low blood pressure? a middle‑aged doctor offered, a guess tossed like a leaf.
Mm… It’s fine. Nothing serious. Xiao Zhang, go tend to other patients; I’ll leave a few words with this young lady. Dr. Su’s tone closed the case like a lid.
Uh… okay, we’ll get back to work. The doctors exchanged glances, curiosity flickering like fireflies, but Old Su’s seniority was a mountain, and they withdrew.
The room quieted, leaving only Ye Yiyi, Tang Coco, and the old doctor, like three stones beside a clear stream.
