HLnovel Chapter 232 We're waiting here for our darling wife!
Chapter 232 We're waiting here for our darling wife!
After Zhou Ping explained, the two classmates realized what he meant.
Yes, who dares to say that the granddaughter of a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor, the daughter of a vice minister of foreign affairs, and a wealthy socialite is doing anything wrong?
Since we can't afford to offend them, we won't hire them.
"That's outrageous! How can this be An's fault? It's clearly their own problem." Cheng Zhuoli said indignantly, slamming his fist on the table.
Their commotion was quite loud, attracting the attention of the surrounding students, and the noise in the classroom quieted down considerably.
The counselor's gaze swept over the four students, finally landing on Cheng Zhuoli. "Cheng Zhuoli, is there a problem?"
"No, teacher, my cup spilled, and he's trying to save it," Zhou Ping said with a smile, standing up to defuse the situation.
The counselor knew Zhou Ping's good intentions but didn't expose him, saying, "If you have any questions, bring them up after you've seen the list."
Cheng Zhuoli knew he had acted impulsively. If the other classmates knew that An Xiaoyue wasn't in the first place, An Xiaoyue would be the one being talked about.
Some classmates even made a big deal out of it, mocking An Xiaoyue. For example, her defeated opponent: Ding Liang.
He had vented his anger and felt relieved, but only An Xiaoyue was hurt.
Cheng Zhuoli wrote a note and pushed it over, "An Xiaoyue, I'm sorry, it seems I've caused you trouble."
An Xiaoyue was touched and wrote on the paper: Thank you for protecting me. There is no trouble at all, and I do not accept any apologies.
Hua Lan also leaned in, pen in hand: "You're very handsome, but don't act like this now that you're a doctor. It strains doctor-patient relationships."
When An Xiaoyue handed it over, Zhou Ping added: "The above +1."
Cheng Zhuoli covered his mouth and laughed when he saw the contents of the note.
An Xiaoyue understood all of this, and couldn't help but feel lost and resentful.
It's like being hit on the head with a club. When you turn around, everyone is looking at you, and you can't find the person who hit you. You can only take the beating.
But she was An Xiaoyue after all, and she didn't let her emotions affect her for too long.
The incident has already happened; she should be thinking about where to do her internship, not seeking help from others to complain.
After much deliberation, An Xiaoyue made up her mind to write down all the hospitals that hadn't recruited enough interns and to go to each of them that afternoon to recommend herself.
"Xiaoyue, look." Hua Lan grabbed her hand tightly, her voice filled with excitement, "Your name is on it."
An Xiaoyue suddenly looked up and saw the last column of the list:
"An Xiaoyue, Beijing First People's Hospital".
Cheng Zhuoli asked in confusion, "Class monitor, what does this mean?"
Zhou Ping remained silent; what could he possibly say?
Hua Lan also looked at An Xiaoyue with puzzled eyes.
“It was probably my uncle who got it,” An Xiaoyue said calmly.
The form has already been created. If you want to add another name, you can only do so in the last column. Otherwise, the entire paper version will have to be reprinted, signed, and stamped.
The procedure is complicated and there isn't enough time, so I'll just add a line to the electronic version and publish it to the students to ensure the internship goes smoothly.
Afterwards, print out the paper version, and have each person in charge stamp and sign it to complete the paper list for archiving.
The counselor is certain that not many students will notice something so subtle.
That's why the counselor said: "If you have any questions, please ask them after you've reviewed the list."
The internship, which I had been looking forward to, suddenly felt bittersweet and ironic at this moment.
After the counselor finished explaining the internship-related matters, An Xiaoyue chatted with Hua Lan, Cheng Zhuoli, and Zhou Ping for a while before getting into the car and going home.
When facing her classmates, she could keep her composure, pretend to be very happy, and chat, laugh, and take photos with everyone.
But sitting in the car, she just couldn't feel happy.
In some mysterious way, many things have changed.
She is An Xiaoyue, but she is no longer An Xiaoyue.
Shang Qi saw everything from outside the classroom. She observed the lady's emotions through the rearview mirror, but in the end, she didn't know what to say to comfort her.
As soon as the car entered Fu Garden, An Xiaoyue noticed the man and the baby carriage in front of the fountain.
Without her saying a word, Shang Qi stopped the car and unbuckled his seatbelt.
An Xiaoyue stopped her, "You don't need to get out of the car, I can do it myself."
The moment she opened the car door, An Xiaoyue suppressed all her emotions, not wanting Fu Shengyang to notice her abnormality.
She smiled and walked towards Fu Shengyang and Xingyun, "What are you doing here?"
"We're waiting here for our darling wife."
Fu Shengyang turned to the side and took out eleven flowers from behind the stroller, the flowers tied with a gold ribbon.
He handed it to An Xiaoyue, saying, "The best flowers in the garden, Lucky and I, are for the most beautiful mother."
An Xiaoyue stared at the eleven flowers that remained unmoved, her wriggling fingers pinching the seam of her pants.
She had planned everything, but when she faced Fu Shengyang, the feeling of being wronged welled up again.
She didn't do anything, so why treat her like this?
Why should she bear the consequences of the world's prejudice?
Since her name has already been added to the spreadsheet, why can't it be moved?
Seeing that her eyes were red, Fu Shengyang put the flowers in her hand, ran his fingers along her straight nose, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Give me a hug."
Give me a hug.
Those three simple words brought tears to my eyes.
All her grievances were unavoidable in front of Fu Shengyang, who loved her.
“I’ve been number one in the whole school since my freshman year. I also won first place in the medical skills competition. I can understand it, but I’m so sad.”
An Xiaoyue threw herself into Fu Shengyang's arms, sobbing as she recounted her grievances and resentment.
"They could have directly accepted me for an internship, but they rejected me because they were concerned about my background."
"They rejected me because of my background, but took me in because of my uncle's connections. The outcome is the same in both cases. Why do they do this?"
His beloved wife, who bore him children, was crying so bitterly and being treated so unfairly. How could Fu Shengyang possibly swallow this insult?
But when facing Xiaoyue, he remained calm and rationally analyzed and resolved her doubts.
“Because it would make you feel uncomfortable, make us feel disgusted, and make us say, ‘Your uncle put you in here, we didn’t take you in voluntarily.’”
An Xiaoyue raised her tear-streaked face, "So, you mean they're willing to take me in, but they want to put in a safety net to make me obedient?"
Her intelligence touched Fu Shengyang deeply, and his soft lips gently kissed away the tears in her eyes.
"Yes, they judged you by their own petty standards. You are pragmatic, hardworking, and an outstanding medical student. They were wrong. Our Xiaoyue did nothing wrong."
So that's how it is. They value her abilities, but they're also wary of her background.
After such a disgusting operation, if she makes any mistakes during her internship or disobeys her mentor, she will be put in a very difficult position.
Even a small matter can be magnified infinitely because of the title of "national master of traditional Chinese medicine" or "medical giant" bestowed upon family members.
An Xiaoyue's idealized view of Beijing First People's Hospital shattered in an instant.
"The more they act like this, the more I want to go."
The whole family loves her so much; if her uncle knew, he would definitely tell her aunt, which would mean the whole family would know.
She wanted to keep it a secret, to accept it silently by herself, but that was impossible.
She is not just An Xiaoyue, and naturally, the series of actions taken by those people have hurt more than just her.
She not only wants to go, but also wants to complete the internship with the best grades.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to swallow this insult, much less suffer this injustice in silence.