The piercing sound made Fu Hanzheng and the others turn around.

Gu Weiwei hurriedly squatted down to pick up the broken pieces on the ground in order to hide the suspicious panic and paleness on her face.

However, the scene I had just witnessed kept replaying in my mind's eye.

So much so that even when my hands were cut by shards, I didn't feel a single pain.

Fu Hanzheng stepped closer and grabbed her injured, bleeding hand.

"Stop."

Fu Shiqin took some tissues and went to find some band-aids.

Xu Qian quickly cleaned up the broken porcelain shards on the ground.

Fu Hanzheng wiped the blood off her hands and covered the wound with a band-aid.

Looking up, I saw that the girl's face was pale, and tears were welling up in her eyes, as if she was enduring some unbearable pain.

Fu Hanzheng frowned slightly and glanced at Xu Qian.

"Give He Chi a call."

Fu Shiqin scratched his head in confusion, "Does cutting your hand really hurt that much?"

She used to climb over walls and through windows in the old house, falling so hard without uttering a sound. Why is she so delicate today?

Xu Qian dialed the Fu family's private doctor's number, and handed the call to Fu Hanzheng.

Fu Hanzheng: "You have twenty minutes to come to Jinxiu Apartment."

On the other end of the phone, He Chi complained sleepily.

"President Fu, I just finished four surgeries and got off work. Can't you have a little humanity and leave me alone? If you're sick, go to the emergency room yourself."

"The situation is urgent, you have to come." Fu Hanzheng's voice turned colder.

He Chi took a deep breath and asked as he got up on the other end of the line.

What symptoms does the patient have?

"External bleeding, pale complexion."

"How was the injury caused? How much blood loss was there (in cc)?"

Fu Hanzheng thought for a moment and then said.

“Scrap cut, approximately…3cc.”

The person on the other end of the phone, who was already getting ready to leave, suddenly became so angry that they wanted to smash their phone.

"Is my seven-figure annual salary what I used to pay for band-aids?"

"You have eighteen minutes left, or the Fu family will stop funding your new research."

After Fu Hanzheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

Seventeen minutes later, a disheveled, bespectacled man burst through the door, panting, and glared fiercely at Fu Hanzheng.

"You better not get sick and end up on my operating table someday."

Otherwise, I would cut him up and make him a specimen.

Fu Hanzheng ignored his threat and pointed to Gu Weiwei, who was still pale and silent on the sofa.

He Chi stepped forward, removed the band-aid, examined the wound, and then took the pulse to make a diagnosis.

"The wound is fine. It's probably just a bit of a shock. It'll be fine in a bit."

"Scared?"

Fu Shiqin muttered to himself, "Did breaking a bowl scare me like this?"

When he was injured and hospitalized before, his brother never stopped working to visit him in the hospital.

Now, Mu Weiwei has cut her finger and is bleeding a few drops of blood.

Not only did he drag He Chi over, but he also delayed his usual work hours.

This concern is a bit excessive.

Gu Weiwei recovered and stood up to speak.

"I'm fine, you can go."

After saying that, he went back to his room and locked the door.

He Chi watched the girl's retreating figure, then turned to look at Fu Hanzheng.

"Your illegitimate daughter?"

It's amazing that there are girls in this world who can make Fu Hanzheng so nervous.

Fu Hanzheng glanced at him coldly. "No."

Fu Shiqin was so startled by He Chi's words that he choked on a steamed bun, swallowed it with difficulty, and explained.

"Maybe she'll be my girlfriend in the future."

"Girlfriend?" He Chi snatched a small steamed bun from his hand and asked in surprise.

"Isn't he... a gay man who likes men?"