When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 68.2

Half an hour later, He Jünle is peacefully lying in bed in the top quality VIP suite inside the Central Hospital.

Crossing his arms, Murong Jihua is leaning besides the window, holding the ultrasound scan the Director has just produced in his hand.

The black film reveals He Jünle’s bones and internal organs printed on,

And the most prominent centre of the image, about the position slightly below the pelvis——

Is a blob of shadow.

Murong Jihua then turns to the medical report instead –

Ultrasound reveals a gestational sac in the womb of 52mm lengthwise, 50mm flatwise and 51mm widthwise. No sign of a beating heart in the sac yet.

…

“…”

Murong Jihua glances over at the certain someone lying peacefully on the bed with his heart racing in all directions and traversing from the Heavens to the oceans to the deserts——

Basically, he’s restless.

Everything can only be condensed into this one sentence,

‘Amazing, old Director!’

——Looking at him not only writing bullshit with a straight face, but it’s commendable how much he’s practising his Photoshop skills with the ultrasound scan too hahaha…

No wait, what is he even laughing at?

‘Creak’

Is the sound of the old Director of the Hospital pushing the door to enter.

Murong Jihua does not move, but only nods in acknowledgement, meaning you can say whatever it is you need to say there now.

The Director’s eyelids twitch. He must really be getting too old to understand the young’uns these days… Sigh.

He clears his throat and, like a magic trick, produces many boxes of supplements from his sleeves, saying,

“We have already checked on… Mr He Jünle. He is well, except for minor kidney deficiencies. His fever and fainting are all because of… Uh… Because of his pregnancy… The foetus is unusually active inside the womb… Uh… Haha, congratulations, Mr Murong, um, it will definitely be a healthy baby… Emm…”

You can stop now. He’s feeling the embarrassment for him already.

Thinks Murong Jihua, with his mouth twitching, watching the Director look like he’s having the most outrageous constipation of the century. He feels complicated inside, and can’t describe it well.

All he could do now is just accept the goodwill from the Director, stuffing all the supplements down under the bed.

“Jihua…”

Oh, Heavens, Lord!

The voice of my beloved baby!

Murong Jihua could swear tears are welling up. His chest is bitter and sour all over, before everyone is completely washed away by his joy seeing He Jünle recovering and waking up.

Barely awake, He Jünle’s blurry vision darts back and forth between Murong Jihua and the old Director of the hospital a few times in half a second, when suddenly, the gaze freezes in place. His eyes open wide, revealing a brilliant light inside.

He quickly completes the biological operations such as adjusting facial muscles——stimulating tear glands——forcing voice quality changes to be more gentle.

Therefore, Murong Jihua and the old Director is here to see,

How He Jünle’s pale, slim body shudders, and his outrageously handsome face immediately relaxes, only for… two streaks of tears to flow down, dripping down his snowy-white face, falling down onto the white mattress.

Then, a voice, so bottom-like, even sounding feminine, softly comes out,

“Jihua, what’s wrong with me…”

…

No no no no no! Who are you, missus? Why did you possess my damned straight brass-balled Gary Stu?!

Well, he can poke his eyes out right now, which is only further proof of how amazing He Jünle’s acting skills really are.

Murong Jihua gives him a ‘like’ in his mind.

He has to cooperate, of course he has to! He’s a Country A-er, you know!

Stealing a glance over at the old Director’s face, which indicates he has aged at least 9 more years in the past few seconds, he adjusts his own facial expression to lean forward and hold He Jünle’s hands tightly, saying,

“Lele! I have some news,” his smile seems forced, though, as he continues, “we’re going to have a child.”