It would be a lie to say she didn't want to; only Song Xingyao herself knew how long she had waited for him before slowly drifting off to sleep.

When Fu Siming arrived at the ward, his steps were a little unsteady, but he still moved quietly.

His back was slightly hunched, his movements looked somewhat unnatural, and he had fine beads of sweat on his forehead and a slightly pained expression.

She first glanced at Fu Xunzhi, who was sleeping sprawled out on the cradle bed next to the bed, before slowly walking to the bedside.

Song Xingyao was not a heavy sleeper to begin with, and the moment Fu Siming's palm, still damp with cold sweat, touched her face...

The woman on the bed opened her eyes.

Their eyes met, and Fu Siming felt neither embarrassed nor awkward about being caught. Instead, his deep eyes held a captivating charm in the night.

Song Xingyao felt a little awkward, so she sat up and put a little distance between herself and him.

The awkward movement froze in mid-air, but she was quickly pulled into the arms of the man who had quietly moved closer.

She gave him a couple of gentle pushes, but to her surprise, he pulled her even tighter, his head pressing down on her shoulders so much that she could hardly lift herself up.

Fu Siming used almost all his strength to press down on her, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Only then did I realize that something was wrong with him; he was breathing heavily, and his sweat-soaked hair was wrapped around his neck.

"Fu Siming? Fu Siming? Are you... alright?"

Song Xingyao could sense that palpable weakness almost without the person even opening their mouth.

With great effort, she finally pushed away the man who was holding her chest.

Even in the dark room, you could see his slightly furrowed brows, pale, bloodless lips, and beads of sweat sliding down his temples.

"Fu Siming? You're injured?"

She hurriedly rolled out of bed to turn on the light, but he stopped her.

"Don't go, okay? Song Xingyao, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you..."

After only a second of hesitation, Song Xingyao shook off his hand and turned on the lights in the room.

His face looked even more terrifying under the pale white light.

Song Xingyao didn't want to get entangled with a madman who was calling her name in a daze.

They were still looking for wounds on his body.

His heavy suit clung to his body after being soaked by the rain.

She reached out to grab it, but the man, who was already delirious from the fever, grabbed her hands.

He was so anxious he was running around in circles.

She could only coax him softly, "Fu Siming, please let me go. I won't leave. I'll stay right here. Please let me see you."

The other one was being comforted, like soothing a small animal.

He stared at him with wide eyes, and uttered a few words with a hint of doubt, "Really?"

"Yes, really."

Only after she said that did Fu Siming release her, obediently sitting by the hospital bed and letting her take off his suit jacket.

Observe yourself freely.

As she took off her coat, the dark stains on her charcoal gray shirt startled her.

She hurriedly pulled out his neatly worn shirt, and in her haste to unbutton it, she accidentally touched it several times.

When the intricate network of wounds was revealed to Song Xingyao.

She couldn't help but gasp.

I pressed the nurse call button, and a doctor and a nurse rushed in shortly afterward.

Because it was a special care ward and because of the Fu family's connections, a dedicated doctor was assigned to the ward.

They saw Fu Siming, who was shirtless.

His good professional ethics made him overlook the recent gossip surrounding the two of them.

After glancing at it for a few moments, he arranged for a nurse to treat the wound.

He also comforted Song Xingyao, who was extremely anxious.

"Mr. Fu's wounds are all external injuries. They will be treated and bandaged later. Do not get the wounds wet, and change the dressing every two days."

After speaking, his eyes darted between the two men.

What I was thinking was, it seems the couple's relationship hasn't been affected by the "white moonlight" (his mistress) at all...

It's best to only listen to half of the news online.

Out of humanitarian considerations, the doctor thoughtfully moved a temporary hospital bed next to Song Xingyao's.

They then found those wooden stakes by the door and used them to lift the person onto the bed.

Finally, he turned to Song Xingyao and instructed the group of caregivers who were with her at the hospital, "Because of the inflammation caused by the wound, you have a fever. If the IV drip runs out, you can contact the nurse directly."

Most of the people inside left with the doctor.

Two caregivers were left behind to help monitor the IV drip.

However, Song Xingyao refused, and seeing her insistence, he respectfully withdrew.

The two beds are not far apart; if they were any closer, they could almost be combined into one.

Looking at Fu Siming lying on his side, his forehead was still dripping with sweat.

Her cheeks were also slightly flushed pink from the heat.

He murmured to himself.

She leaned closer to listen, and he uttered intermittent phrases like "Don't go," "Song Xingyao," "No divorce," and "I'm sorry" in different combinations.

After a short rest, the cycle begins again.

Watching his lips move, Song Xingyao fell into deep thought.

Although I really want to wake him up now and ask him what happened.

But reason stopped her from acting.

Looking at the thick bandages wrapped around his body on the bed.

She unconsciously placed her hand on his furrowed brow and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Her delicate, boneless fingertips soothed his uneasy emotions like silk.

The cold injection fluid and the presence of his loved one allowed Fu Siming to finally get a good night's sleep after many days.

Song Xingyao stayed up until the early hours of the morning, then called the nurse to come in and remove the IV drip. Her consciousness gradually faded, and she fell into a deep sleep.

It must be said that Fu Siming's body, like his strong physique, has an excellent self-healing ability.

However, once I woke up, my energy and spirit were just like usual.

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