7 How Did You Know About My Surgery?

This scene shocked Zhan Nanqing, and she began to gloat.

Her brother's germophobia was severe, especially when it came to the opposite sex. He hated any physical contact with them.

She remembered a time when their family was out for a meal, and accidentally her hand brushed against her brother's. He spent a long time washing his hands until they were red from the scrubbing.

Anticipating her brother's angry outburst, Zhan Nanqing looked up at Zhan Qipei, waiting for his reaction.

However, Zhan Qipei just stared at his palm with a peculiar expression.

When Qiao Jing's finger touched his palm, instead of feeling repulsed, he experienced an odd sense of familiarity.

Why did he feel this way? Zhan Qipei couldn't figure it out and was interrupted by the sound of eating beside him.

He turned to look at Qiao Jing, who was eating. Though she ate a little quickly and her manners were different from the upper class, she still had an elegant demeanor. The more he observed her, the more he found her pleasing to the eye.

Zhan Qipei was taken aback by his own thoughts. He found this girl pleasing to the eye? It must be due to his injuries affecting his judgment.

After a while, Zhan Qipei pushed the card toward Qiao Jing.

"Don't take Nanqing's words to heart. I won't take this card. If I do, Grandpa will probably climb up to the rooftop again."

Was it really over just like that? Zhan Nanqing couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Her brother's hand had been touched by Qiao Jing, and he didn't act up? It was too unbelievable!

"Alright, then. You didn't want this yourself," Qiao Jing said, taking back the card.

"After dinner, come with me to the hospital to see Grandpa," Zhan Qipei said.

"Got it," Qiao Jing replied nonchalantly.

Was it really over? Zhan Nanqing felt deeply disappointed.

At that moment, Zhan Qipei's father, Zhan Yao, turned to Su Manhan. "Have you contacted the miracle doctor, Dr. Jing?"

Hearing this, Qiao Jing's immediately stopped eating.

"Unfortunately," Su Manhan sighed and shook her head, "I tried to reach the people who knows Dr. Jing, but it seems like she's not willing to come out."

Zhan Yao frowned. "I fear the only person in this world who can cure Qipei's infertility is the great Dr. Jing."

Infertility? Hearing those words, Qiao Jing recalled what Fourth Brother mentioned to her on the phone – that the Zhan family had asked her to come out of the mountains to treat Zhan Qipei's infertility.

Realizing this, Qiao Jing turned to look at Zhan Qipei. Having operated on him before, she knew well that, with her expertise, he was definitely not infertile.

Zhan Qipei choked on his breakfast. He tried to maintain a calm facade, but in fact, his ears were burning red with embarrassment.

"Dad, Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? There's nothing wrong with me," he said with a touch of frustration. He wished they wouldn't discuss this sensitive topic in front of others, especially when they had guests around. Did he really want to admit that he was facing fertility issues and risk losing face?

To make matters worse, Qiao Jing, the woman sitting beside him, seemed fixated on him. He could feel her gaze on him even without turning his head.

Feeling uncomfortable, Zhan Qipei finally looked over and locked eyes with Qiao Jing. For a moment, both of them felt awkward, but Qiao Jing was quick to divert her gaze and resumed eating as if nothing happened. Anyway, she had already seen everything. 

Seeing her nonchalant response, Zhan Qipei clenched his teeth in irritation. This woman was incredibly shameless and thick-skinned, and her composure was something else.

"Nothing wrong? Then why haven't you had a girlfriend for the past 31 years?" Zhan Yao, his father, interjected. "Qipei, there's no need to be embarrassed. If there's a medical issue, we'll get you treated. When we meet Dr. Jing, I'm sure he can help."

Zhan Qipei sighed inwardly. It seemed impossible to convince his parents otherwise. They were fixated on finding a cure, even if he didn't believe he was sick. 

"I'm really not sick. I just haven't met anyone I like. Actually, I already have someone I like." When Zhan Qipei said this, the blurry figure of the girl who performed surgery on him appeared in his mind again.

His father, Zhan Yao, waved his hand dismissively. "Qi Pei, you don't have to make up excuses if you're not ready to get treated. You like someone? Come on, you might as well tell me that the Zhan family is going bankrupt, and I'll believe you. Let's drop the topic. Now, let's just eat." With that, Zhan Yao didn't press the matter any further and returned to enjoying his breakfast.

The dining room fell silent once more.

Zhan Qipei reached for some prawns with his chopsticks, only to have them knocked away by Qiao Jing's chopsticks.

Confused, everyone in the room watched as Qiao Jing spoke firmly, "You have no common sense. After surgery, you should avoid certain foods, and prawn is one of them."

Zhan Qipei was stunned. How did she know about his surgery?

Curious, Su Manhan asked, "What surgery?"

Zhan Qipei concealed his surprise and responded coolly, "I don't know what she's talking about."

In the hearts of the Zhan family, Qiao Jing's words were insignificant. Since Zhan Qipei had said so, they did not continue to probe further and continued to eat.

After breakfast, Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei left for the hospital together.

During the drive, Zhan Qipei couldn't hold back any longer. He had been wanting to ask this question for a while now. "How did you know about my surgery?" he inquired.