He murmured, but his eyes were like torches.

Knock knock knock——

Someone knocked on the door, and after a while someone opened it and came in.

It was a nurse, holding Zhiyun's CT scan results.

The nurse knew Dr. Han was in the ward, so she knocked on the door before entering. But upon entering, she saw the two of them clinging so tightly, like a couple, and thought to herself: Adult emotions are truly complex...

Sometimes they are indifferent and pretend not to know each other, and sometimes they snuggle up to each other tightly...

Eh…

"Doctor Han, these are Miss Zhiyun's CT scan results. Please take a look." The nurse took the list and handed it to Han Qingrang.

Han Qingrang stood up straight and took the CT scan results handed to him by the nurse. The nurse secretly glanced at Zhiyun, who was sitting on the bed with a slightly rosy cheek.

It seems that something unspeakable must have happened just now.

The test results were brought over and the nurse turned and left.

"Is everything okay?" Zhiyun looked up and asked him.

"It's serious," he said.

Although it was a serious sentence, Zhiyun was not very nervous. She breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. "After all this trouble, I really put my life at risk."

Han Qingrang looked down at her.

"Do you really want to die?"

Zhiyun did not answer him, but took her feet off the bed and put on her shoes.

She was still wearing her riding clothes and her boots needed lacing.

Her feet could put on shoes by themselves, but she still had to tie the laces. Her hand hurt, not seriously, but it still hurt a little with a little force. She had already felt a lot of pain after pushing him just now.

But this kind of small matter is not difficult for her.

Zhiyun bent down to tie her shoelaces herself.

Just as he bent down, he suddenly squatted down.

Zhiyun was startled and subconsciously lifted her legs.

Han Qingrang: "..."

Zhiyun: “…”

He was half squatting and she was still sitting on the bed, so he had to look up at her.

"No need to trouble you," she said.

"Put it down."

"Need not……"

"Put your feet down."

He was still as domineering as ever, without any inner dominance, and she was surprisingly timid. After just a few words, she succumbed to his dominance and admitted to being a coward.

Slowly lower your foot.

He reached out and twisted the laces of her leather boots.

A pair of particularly beautiful hands, white, clean, slender, with each hair clearly defined. It was these hands that were tying her shoelaces.

He is very focused and serious.

But there was just the right amount of distance in that focused and serious look.

It seemed as if he had only made up his mind about an idea, but had not yet taken any action towards her wholeheartedly. He seemed to be still hesitating whether he should take the initiative further.

The words slowly emerged in my mind——

[No matter what kind of war it is, you can't win by just defending. If you want to win, you must take the initiative to attack.]

He once said this to someone.

But the image of the person in my mind became blurry and I couldn't see who it was.

After tying her shoelaces, Zhiyun stood up and said, "Thank you very much for taking care of me today."

She deliberately emphasized the word "take care of".

Seeing his eyebrows slightly raised, Zhiyun smiled lightly and continued to speak very kindly, "Anyway, thank you very much, and thank you for your trouble. I will definitely return it to you."

"How do you return it to me?" he asked her.

The corners of Zhiyun's smiling mouth suddenly froze, and the smile slowly faded.

"I will pay..."

He interrupted her: "Pay me a lot of money?"