Chapter 788 — Kang Jingming Injures Himself

"A word in private? If you've got something to say, say it here. Spit it out—I'm busy!" The nurse had no good impression of Wang Shubin. He'd actually called her "auntie" earlier. What kind of eyes did he have?

"Uh..." Wang Shubin hurriedly dug in his trouser pocket and fished out a few hundred yuan. He didn't know where his wallet had gone; he didn't have much money left. A rough count showed only a little over four hundred, some of it small change. But that was all he had—there was no time to run to the bank, so he could only brace himself and say, "Um, nurse... sister, could you grant me a request?"

"What do you mean by that? Have you watched too many Japanese films? I'm a decent woman—don't go getting any dirty ideas!" The nurse shot Wang Shubin a look of contempt. "Besides, you think a little money like that is enough to make me throw away my dignity? Dream on!"

"Huh?" Wang Shubin was taken aback, and he knew the nurse had misunderstood him. A woman like that, and she wouldn't even do it for four hundred? He wouldn't take her for free. But he needed her help now, so he could only lower his voice: "I'm sorry, nurse sister, you've misunderstood. I don't have any dirty ideas—I just want to ask you about a few things!"

"Ask about things? What things?" Hearing that Wang Shubin didn't mean what she'd thought, the nurse's expression softened a little. Four hundred yuan to answer a few questions was worth it, but it depended on what he wanted to know. If it was something trivial, there was no harm in telling him; but if he wanted to pry into hospital secrets, then there was nothing she could do—she'd just have to say goodbye to that four hundred.

"It's like this. My boss... I mean, this Young Master Ming..." Wang Shubin pointed at Kang Jingming on the hospital bed and went on: "He wants to pursue a nurse at your hospital, so he'd like to ask about some information..."

"Oh, why didn't you say so earlier!" The nurse snatched the bills from Wang Shubin's hand and stuffed them into her pocket. "Go ahead and ask. I'll tell you everything I know!"

This was something the nurse could talk about, and it didn't count as taking a red envelope—it was income from labor outside her job scope, so she took it with an easy conscience.

"That female nurse is called Guan Xin. Is she also a nurse in your surgery department?" Seeing an opening, Wang Shubin quickly asked.

"Guan Xin? I know her. She's the beauty of our surgery department. What do you want to know?" The nurse didn't know Guan Xin's background, so she didn't care about saying a few things behind her back.

"Nurse sister, my boss was hospitalized actually because of Guan Xin, but we don't know what ailments she's responsible for. We want to get in touch with Guan Xin, but we can't even get near her!" Wang Shubin said, somewhat troubled. "Kind nurse sister, could you point us the way?"

"Oh, that's simple. Guan Xin handles wound dressing. She's not responsible for injections or anything like that. If you want to see her, you have to have an injury. Otherwise, even if you caught a cold and died here, you'd never see her!" the nurse said.

"I see. Looks like we went the wrong way about it!" Wang Shubin gave Kang Jingming a sympathetic look. All that suffering from the cold had apparently been for nothing—they hadn't even caught a glimpse of Guan Xin.

"All right, I'm off if there's nothing else. Figure it out yourselves." With that, the nurse sashayed away. A few words had earned her over four hundred yuan—truly worth it!

"Damn it!" Kang Jingming was furious and slapped the hospital bed resentfully. "If I'd known, I'd have done some investigating first, and I wouldn't have had to suffer like this!"

"That's right, Young Master Ming, but for now we can only cure the cold first..." Zhu Xiaozhang agreed with a sigh.

"Cure what? Didn't that woman just say I'm pretty much better? Hurry up and think of a way to get me close to Guan Xin!" Kang Jingming was anxious. Thinking of how he'd seen Guan Xin together with that bitch Xiaofen earlier made him uneasy. He didn't know what their relationship was, or whether Xiaofen had told her about what had happened between them.

Still, Kang Jingming figured she probably hadn't said anything, because the matter was a bit humiliating for Xiaofen—surely she wouldn't air her own shame? But that girl seemed a little unhinged, didn't she? If she had blabbed, who could say?

So Kang Jingming wanted to settle things with Guan Xin as soon as possible. Once he had her, everything would be easy. Even if Guan Xin found out, the rice would already be cooked—it wouldn't matter.

"Young Master Ming, it's actually the same trick as before. You just need to suffer a little more..." Wang Shubin hesitated before speaking.

"Oh? You mean..." Kang Jingming's eyes lit up.

"Young Master Ming, just cut a gash on your hand and then go find Guan Xin to bandage it. Won't that do it?" Wang Shubin nodded and suggested.

"That's true enough. Come on, do it now!" Kang Jingming held out his hand. "Get to it!"

"This..." Wang Shubin didn't quite dare to make a move all at once. He'd have no problem cutting someone else, but cutting Kang Jingming—he didn't quite dare. Who knew how deep to go? What if he cut too painfully?

"What do you mean, 'this'? Hurry up!" Kang Jingming was getting impatient.

He had come to Songshan City this time bearing a weighty responsibility, and it was also the first time he had ever carried out a task assigned by the family, so Kang Jingming had no intention of failing. He knew well enough that he was a wastrel, fit for nothing but this sort of work, and if he could not even manage this, he would truly have no standing left in the family.

"Little Zhang, you do it..." Wang Shubin still did not quite dare to make the cut himself.

Zhu Xiaozhang had more nerve than Wang Shubin. People called him Brother Arrogant, but his arrogance was directed at others, never at Kang Jingming.

"Hurry up, what are you thinking about?" Kang Jingming was getting impatient. "Over there—the IV bottle I just used, isn't there still a needle on it? Bring it here and cut me!"

"All right, Young Master Ming, then bear with it a moment!" Zhu Xiaozhang nodded, picked up the used IV needle from the table, steeled himself, and drew a small gash across Kang Jingming's arm.

"Sss..." Kang Jingming sucked in a sharp breath. It really did hurt, but since he had told Zhu Xiaozhang to do it, he could hardly blame the man.

"Is that enough?" After making the one cut, Zhu Xiaozhang did not quite dare to go on.

"If it gets the point across, that should do, right?" Kang Jingming was also hurting badly. "Let's go—hurry and find Guan Xin to bandage it!"

Kang Jingming could not be bothered about the IV still running into him; he simply yanked out the needle and dashed out of the ward.

It had to be said that Kang Jingming was occasionally rather lucky. Today it happened that Guan Xin was not off duty, and at that moment she was right there in the surgical nurses' duty room.