Chapter 59 You Were in My Bed Yesterday, and Today You’re Out Having Dinner with Someone Else

When Lu Er woke up, the spot beside him was already empty. He instinctively reached out to touch it—only to feel a lingering chill.

A wave of loss and unease surged up, until he noticed a note pinned to the bedside table.

He picked it up. The handwriting was familiar—bold and forceful:

[The patient developed postoperative complications. I have to rush to the hospital to handle it. After that, I’ll fly directly to City A. Dr. Yin has taken on a new patient with a complicated condition that requires consultation. I’ll contact you after I arrive.]

Lu Er took out his phone and opened their chat. Song Jingmo had sent a long message.

Surgery schedule, flight details, even the meeting arrangements after returning to City A—everything was listed in meticulous detail, like a formal work report.

Looking at the detailed itinerary, the uneasiness in Lu Er’s heart was instantly replaced by overwhelming sweetness.

Holding the note, he rolled around on the bed, unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips.

Song Jingmo was reporting his whereabouts to him.

This feeling—of being cared for, of being kept in someone’s thoughts—was simply too good.

After the excitement faded, he sent back a blowing-kiss emoji.

Lu Er happily reread the note several times before carefully putting it away, feeling as though even the air had become fresher.

Kangren Hospital, Orthopedics Conference Room.

Right after landing, Song Jingmo rushed straight to the hospital and joined the discussion on the complicated case Dr. Yin had taken on.

“The patient is Gao Yaoming, former mayor of City A, now retired,” Yin Siyao said, projecting the imaging data onto the screen, his expression serious.

“Sixty-eight years old, with multiple underlying conditions. Severe degenerative knee disease, combined with osteoporosis. The surgical risk is extremely high.”

The atmosphere in the conference room grew heavy.

Gao Yaoming’s status was special. A successful surgery would be expected—but any mishap would bring enormous trouble to both the hospital and the lead surgeon.

The doctors all looked hesitant, none daring to take on the operation lightly.

Song Jingmo studied the images carefully, a slight frown forming. No wonder his mother had called him.

He vaguely remembered the name Gao Yaoming—an old superior from when his mother had just started working. Whenever she mentioned him, there was always a tone of deep respect.

After the meeting, Song Jingmo went to the ward to check on Gao Yaoming.

“You’re Suiwan’s son, aren’t you? You’ve grown up so much—quite a fine young man!” Despite his illness, Gao Yaoming still carried himself with dignity.

He smiled as he looked at Song Jingmo. “Suiwan has been posted abroad all these years—we haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“I didn’t expect to meet her son here—and that you’d even be one of my attending doctors. What a coincidence.”

After a few pleasantries, Gao Yaoming spoke with the characteristic concern of an elder:

“Jingmo, I have a granddaughter named Gao Yang, about your age.”

“She also works in City A. Would you like to meet her? Young people should make more friends—more options are always good.”

Song Jingmo’s expression didn’t change. His tone remained gentle but firm:

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Gao, but I already have someone I like.”

Gao Yaoming paused for a moment, then smiled and didn’t pursue the topic further.

A few days later, after thorough preoperative preparations and multidisciplinary consultation, Song Jingmo performed the surgery with Yin Siyao assisting—and successfully completed the operation.

The recovery went well. On the day of discharge, Gao Yaoming specifically invited Song Jingmo to dinner as a gesture of thanks.

When Qu Suiwan heard that her former superior had been hospitalized and discharged, and couldn’t return to visit him herself, she asked Song Jingmo to go in her stead.

Whether for public or personal reasons, this dinner couldn’t be declined, so Song Jingmo agreed.

When Song Jingmo arrived at the private dining room at the agreed time, he found that besides Gao Yaoming, there was also a young and beautiful girl.

Gao Yaoming chuckled. “Jingmo, you’re here—come sit. Xiaoyang had nothing to do today, so I asked her to come along and join the fun.”

“You young people should get to know each other—make friends. Having more choices is always good.”

Song Jingmo immediately understood—this dinner wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

A trace of displeasure stirred within him, but out of respect for both his mother and Gao Yaoming, he maintained basic politeness and sat down to eat.

Lu Er, meanwhile, excitedly flew back to City A, planning to surprise Song Jingmo. The moment he got off the plane, he rushed straight to Kangren Hospital—only to miss him.

After finding Leng Keyan, he learned that Song Jingmo had gone out for dinner.

“With who? Where?”

Leng Keyan replied, “The former mayor he operated on. He even tried to introduce his granddaughter to Dr. Song last time—but Dr. Song rejected it on the spot.”

A surge of nameless anger shot up instantly.

After that night on the rooftop, their relationship had clearly grown closer. Song Jingmo had even started proactively reporting his schedule—so how could things suddenly turn out like this?

Lu Er felt both sour and furious, as if he had been deceived. After getting the restaurant address, he rushed over without hesitation.

Just as he reached the entrance, he saw Song Jingmo escorting Gao Yaoming and Gao Yang out.

Gao Yaoming sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Song Jingmo. Gao Yang stood beside them. The two walked side by side, looking perfectly matched.

After helping them into the car, the girl smiled and thanked him. Song Jingmo nodded politely.

Seeing the young woman standing beside Song Jingmo—beautiful, poised—Lu Er’s mind buzzed, and his blood rushed to his head.

Song Jingmo noticed Lu Er in the distance, surprise flashing in his eyes.

Once Gao Yaoming and Gao Yang left, Lu Er immediately rushed over, his eyes reddened.

His voice was filled with anger and grievance:

“Song Jingmo, what do you mean by this?”

“Going on a blind date behind my back? You were in my bed yesterday, and today you’re out having dinner with someone else—what do you take me for?”

Looking at his agitated state, Song Jingmo explained seriously:

“I didn’t know it would be like this today. I just came on behalf of my mother to visit her former superior.”

“Didn’t know? Who are you trying to fool?” Lu Er couldn’t listen at all, his chest heaving. “Song Jingmo, I may be foolish, but treating me like an idiot is going too far.”

“I’m not lying to you. I really didn’t know his granddaughter would be there.”

Song Jingmo sounded helpless. “He did try to introduce her, but I refused. That’s all there is to it.”

But Lu Er refused to listen, convinced he was just making excuses.

His heart burned with grievance and anger. “You clearly promised me—you’d tell me where you go. If there’s nothing to hide, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought it was just a normal dinner,” Song Jingmo tried to explain, his tone now carrying a hint of fatigue.

Just then, Lu Er’s phone rang.

It was his older brother. The ringtone persisted insistently, almost like a death summons.

“The moment you landed, you ran to the hospital—are you trying to rebel? Get back here immediately.”

“I don’t have time right now!”

“You must come back.” Lu Chen’s tone left no room for refusal. “It’s about Song Jingmo.”