Chapter 7 Although she really didn't want to admit it, it seemed she had encountered trash again.

The attending physician came over to deliver medication to Ling Yue.

Seeing no one in the hospital room and preparing to go out to look for her, he saw Ling Yue walk in humming a tune.

This girl was quite the oddball.

Just a moment ago, she had been crying in the hallway as if her ancestral grave had been dug up.

Yet now, she was smiling so hard her eyes were practically squinted shut, as if she had won a million-dollar jackpot.

"Your little face is all flushed. What were you doing just now?"

Ling Yue looked slightly guilty. "I went out to take a call."

The attending physician placed the medicine on the bedside table. "Three times a day. It's already portioned out, so remember to take it on time."

"Keep a calm mindset, don't hold in your anger, but also avoid extreme emotional fluctuations."

"Got it." Ling Yue listened obediently.

The attending physician nodded in satisfaction. "Doctor scheduling is tight during the New Year, so your surgery is arranged for four days from now, on the second day of the Lunar New Year."

"We will conduct some necessary examinations over the next few days. You need to pay attention to a light diet; other precautions will be confirmed with you before the surgery."

"I understand." Ling Yue tapped on her phone. "Dr. Liu, could you please issue a hospitalization certificate? I need to submit it to my company."

"Alright, I'll have the Nurse bring it over to you shortly."

"Thank you, Dr. Liu!"

Ling Yue had worked at Dageng Media for three years without taking a single day of annual leave.

Seven days a year meant 21 days in three years. Plus, there would be 8 days of compensatory time off for the Spring Festival holiday.

Ling Yue hoped to recuperate for a while, so she planned to take her annual leave and the Spring Festival holiday together, totaling 29 days.

She submitted the hospitalization certificate brought by the Nurse to Feishu.

Before she could wait for the approval, she received a WeChat message from her supervisor.

Supervisor Liao Yifeng: You're taking such a long break?

Ling Yue: It is cancer, after all. I need surgery, and the doctor advised me to rest for at least a month.

Supervisor Liao Yifeng: Then what about your work? Who will handle the clients?

Ling Yue: I have already handed over all my current work to Zhou Ze. He will ask me on WeChat if there is anything he doesn't understand. The clients were never handled by me anyway; the project leader has always been responsible for them.

Supervisor Liao Yifeng: We're already busy during the New Year.

[resentment value: 98%]

Wow!

This bald guy was blaming her for getting sick at this time and dragging the team down.

Getting sick wasn't something she could control.

Supervisor Liao Yifeng: How about this, I'll give you 15 days off.

Ling Yue: If I haven't recovered and die at my desk, who will be held responsible?

Supervisor Liao Yifeng: Didn't you say it was early stage?

This illness made Ling Yue realize that in the face of life and health, everything else was insignificant.

She had long found this bald guy unpleasant, and now with a huge sum of money in hand, why should she put up with his crap?

Ling Yue: If I insist on taking 29 days off, will the company fire me on the grounds of absenteeism?

Supervisor Liao Yifeng: ...

Ling Yue: That's good then. I'm going to rest.

Hmph.

This guy was crafty.

Firing an employee for being sick could lead to labor arbitration, so he wouldn't leave any evidence.

Knowing that the supervisor wouldn't reply again, Ling Yue didn't intend to bother with him anymore.

Nothing is more important than recovering from an illness!

Just then, the fish porridge she ordered arrived.

After eating, Ling Yue had a lovely sleep.

This sleep lasted quite a long time. From seven o'clock the previous evening until eleven o'clock the next morning.

A full sixteen hours.

Ling Yue: I am truly awesome!

She slowly climbed out of bed to wash up and went to the hospital cafeteria for lunch.

Lunch was porridge. Ling Yue actually wanted to eat Black Pearl or Michelin-starred food, but the doctor said she could only drink porridge recently...

After eating, Ling Yue thought about taking a walk; sleeping for over ten hours had left her body feeling stiff.

"Makka Pakka, Akka Wakka, Mikka Makka, Moo!"

'Jie' initiated a video call request.

Mao Wenjie, her boyfriend.

They fell in love during their junior year and survived the graduation season, which is known as the "breakup season."

They had been together for four years and eight months.

A smile subconsciously curled up on the corner of Ling Yue's mouth as she answered the video call.

"Hey, Yueyue, are you off work?"

Mao Wenjie's voice was soft, falling into Ling Yue's ears like a small brush that could soothe her depressed mood.

"Eh, you're not at home? Where are you?" Mao Wenjie noticed the background was unfamiliar.

Ling Yue told him about her illness and hospitalization.

"Stomach cancer?!" Mao Wenjie's face turned pale with fright.

Ling Yue looked relaxed and instead comforted her boyfriend, "It's early stage, the doctor said the cure rate is extremely high! I can eat and sleep now, and I'm not in pain, so you don't need to worry at all."

Mao Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. Have you already been admitted to the hospital? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought since you went back to your mom's place, it would take over an hour to get here, which is a bit far, so I didn't tell you."

"Sigh, you really... How about I come over now?" Mao Wenjie didn't commit firmly.

"Okay." Ling Yue did want Mao Wenjie to come over.

Before, she was cautious in everything she did, whether it was regarding family or love.

She was afraid that if she wasn't careful, she would be disliked or abandoned.

After enduring and enduring, in the end, the only one suppressed was herself.

Now, she understood: if she wanted something, she wanted it. She would say it openly and act openly.

Mao Wenjie was stunned. Previously, Ling Yue would refuse anything that would trouble him. Why this time...

Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Ling Yue tentatively asked, "What's wrong? Do you have other things to do?"

Mao Wenjie scratched his ear. "Actually, my dad's leader is here and specifically asked me to accompany them, so I can't get away."

"Then why did you ask... Forget it, it doesn't matter if you can't come. In the future, if there's something you can't do, you can just tell me the real reason. I won't blame you." Ling Yue thought Mao Wenjie was afraid she would overthink things.

Seeing Ling Yue compromise, Mao Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief.

It was he who had misunderstood; Ling Yue was still the same Ling Yue who had him in her heart and eyes, the one who would put him first in everything even if it meant wronging herself!

Mao Wenjie felt a bit smug. "Yueyue, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"Go ahead."

"It's our family's turn to host the New Year's Eve dinner for relatives and friends this year. You cook well, so my mom plans to have you come over to show off your skills and, by the way, introduce you to our relatives and friends."

"I'm thinking, aren't you in the early stage? There are still a few days before the surgery, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so why don't you just come to my house."

"What?" Ling Yue was stunned, thinking she had misheard.

Mao Wenjie continued talking to himself, "I was thinking, it's quite pitiful for you to spend the New Year alone in the hospital, so why not come to my house."

"You can make dumplings and cook with my mom; it'll be like the ugly daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws ahead of time."

"My mom is a face-saving person. When you come, you can bring some gifts—they don't need to be too expensive, but they must include bird's nest."

Ling Yue's head went "buzz," as if it had short-circuited.

"My aunts always brag about how good their daughters-in-law are every year, which makes my mom so envious."

"I told her you were a good cook, and my mom immediately asked me to bring you home."

"When the time comes, you'll make a table full of good dishes and directly dazzle my aunts. It will save my mom's face and establish a good mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

"How about that, aren't I smart?"

Mao Wenjie was still feeling smug there, completely unaware of Ling Yue's increasingly darkened face.

Although she really didn't want to admit it. It seemed she had encountered trash again.