Zhao Heng was pushed forward to block the way, and stood blankly in front of the hospital bed.

Holding the pork rib soup in my hand was awkward, but not holding it was also awkward.

Yue Keqi looked at Zhao Heng with a hint of hostility.

Zhao Heng certainly wouldn't actually take it; he would just cover the rib soup and return it to her.

Feeling humiliated, Yue Keqi burst into tears on the spot.

He stomped his foot and glared at Gu Pingwei.

“Pingwei, you can’t torture yourself like this. Jiang Jingxue saved you, so her death wasn’t in vain…”

The man on the bed clenched his fists, his eyes reddening.

"Get out!"

The man's coldness and hostility made Yue Keqi's legs go weak, but she felt wronged. "Why? Jiang Jingxue is already dead, and you still won't accept me? Am I really that unworthy of your attention?"

"Zhao Heng, see the guest out."

Just as they were enjoying the spectacle, Gu Pingwei was about to kick them out again.

Not wanting him to reopen his wound, Zhao Heng could only push the glaring Yue Keqi out.

"Comrade Yue, you should go out first. He is still injured and shouldn't get too excited."

"I'm not going out!"

Yue Keqi stepped forward, looking at Gu Pingwei with teary eyes: "How do you know I'm not good enough for you if you don't try?"

Having met many women, Zhao Heng had never seen one so stubborn and unyielding.

He had no intention of getting involved any further, so he picked up his medicine box and left the ward.

Inside the room, Yue Keqi was like a piece of chewing gum.

It's inappropriate for a male comrade to touch a female comrade inappropriately, but he can't get rid of Yue Keqi if he doesn't touch her.

Just as he was in a dilemma, another person appeared at the door.

His voice was both dashing and playful.

"I'm not dead yet, and you're already making advances on my man?"