Chapter 84 What are you doing here?

Her gaze was fixed on Sheng Tingzhou's arm.

"you……"

She finally moved, her lips trembling.

Tears finally streamed down her face uncontrollably, dripping silently down her cheeks.

Her heart felt as if it had been ripped apart, crushed, and ground up.

Sheng Tingzhou slowly lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his arm.

The blood had soaked through the shirt and clung stickily to the skin.

He frowned, not because of the pain, but because he found it troublesome.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

The incident happened so suddenly. He was in such a hurry when he rushed downstairs that he didn't even have time to put on his coat properly; he just grabbed it and ran down.

If I had worn a coat at the time, the thicker fabric might have blocked some of the force, preventing the knife from piercing so deeply.

But it's no use saying all this now.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, his fingertips stained with blood that someone had splattered on them.

"Feeling sorry for him?"

Song Zhiwei's voice was hoarse, with a slight, suppressed tremor.

"How can you still laugh at a time like this? The wound is almost to the bone, do you know how much blood you've lost?"

She immediately took out her phone to call an ambulance, her fingers trembling slightly. Just as she pressed 120, he raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't call 120."

"Just take me to the hospital to get it treated. It's a minor injury, really nothing serious, don't worry."

——

After listening to the recording, Xie Lingling felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

Without thinking twice, she immediately got up and hurried to the garage.

As soon as the car entered the underground parking garage, the cold white lights reflected on the ground, casting long shadows.

The driver suddenly spoke, his tone hesitant.

"Madam, is the person in that car ahead... the Second Miss?"

Xie Lingling looked ahead and saw a black sedan speeding past her.

With the car window half-rolled down, I could vaguely see that familiar face in the driver's seat.

She blurted out almost instinctively, "Follow them."

The driver replied, "Okay."

He then turned the steering wheel, and the vehicle slowly accelerated, silently trailing behind the other car.

——

The car eventually stopped in front of the nearest hospital.

A cool night breeze blew through the hospital lobby lights, which streamed through the glass doors.

Sheng Tingzhou had already given prior notice.

As soon as I stepped through the gate, medical staff in white coats quickly came to greet me.

They were respectful and, without saying a word, led him directly into a private ward.

The ward was clean and tidy, and fully equipped with medical equipment.

The nurse pushed in the cleaning cart, and the doctor put on gloves, preparing to treat the deep wound that exposed the bone.

Song Zhiwei stood to the side, her hands clenching the hem of her clothes, her fingertips turning white.

Such a deep cut, how painful must it be?

The doctor examined the wound and then said to the nurse, "The wound is too deep; it has reached the dermis. It may require seven or eight stitches. Let's stitch it up first and prepare the anesthesia."

Sheng Tingzhou leaned against the hospital bed, fine beads of sweat still clinging to his forehead.

"No need for anesthesia, I'm allergic. I tried it once before and almost had a problem. Just sew it on directly."

The nurse paused for a moment upon hearing this, then looked hesitantly at the surgeon.

The doctor frowned, examined him carefully for a few seconds, and then, considering his background, nodded and whispered to the nurse, "Then clean the wound manually, but be as gentle as possible."

Before stitching, Sheng Tingzhou suddenly moved his body, turned to look at Song Zhiwei who was stiff with tension, and reached out his hand to her.

Give me your hand.

She paused for a moment, her heart skipped a beat.

She had thought he would ask her to leave, but unexpectedly, he reached out to her at this moment.

She bit her lip, but finally stepped forward obediently and offered her slightly trembling hand.

He grabbed her hand tightly.

Five long, strong fingers slowly slipped between her fingers.

Then, he nodded slightly to the doctor and said, "Let's begin."

Song Zhiwei felt the warmth emanating from her palm.

The sudden shock and lingering fear I felt just now seemed to be gradually soothed by this handshake.

She stared intently at the silver needle in the doctor's hand, watching it pierce through his skin and pull back and forth on his strong forearm.

Every time she threaded the needle, her heart would skip a beat.

The suturing was completed a dozen minutes later.

The doctor gently finished bandaging him, wrapping the gauze around and around.

Finally, the doctor looked at Sheng Tingzhou, then at Song Zhiwei who still wouldn't let go, and gently reminded her.

"Avoid getting it wet during this period, and be careful to cover yourself when showering. Change the dressings and gauze on time, and observe for any redness, swelling, or oozing. Come back in ten to twelve days to have the stitches removed."

"I know."

She nodded gently.

After the doctor finished organizing the medical records and turned to leave the ward, the room fell silent for a moment.

She then turned her head slightly, her eyelashes fluttering, and asked in a low, cautious voice, "Does it hurt?"

Sheng Tingzhou's gaze did not fall on her face, but slowly settled on her lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed slowly, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

"A kiss will make it stop hurting."

Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks instantly flushed, and even the tips of her ears turned red.

She instinctively gripped the corner of the blanket, her fingers trembling slightly.

But in that chaotic moment, memories began to resurface uncontrollably.

If he hadn't appeared in time, she would probably be...

Thinking of this, an indescribable bittersweet feeling welled up in my heart.

He continued to gaze at her quietly, his eyes deep and focused.

Song Zhiwei bit her lower lip, her fingertips slightly cold, her heart churning with conflicting emotions.

Finally, she closed her eyes, as if she had made a great decision, and then slowly lowered her head, held her breath, and slowly moved closer to his face.

Her soft, warm lips gently touched the corner of his mouth, a fleeting, fleeting touch like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Her kisses were light and clumsy, completely lacking in skill.

Seeing that she wanted to pull away after the kiss, her cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

In that instant, Sheng Tingzhou suddenly grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards him without giving her a chance to refuse, deepening the kiss.

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Xie Lingling had been sitting on a bench outside the hospital for nearly half an hour, clutching a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold.

The wind blew her bangs across her forehead, and she would occasionally look up at the window on the third floor.

I watched as the attending physician and nurses walked out of the elevator one after another, carrying folders.

She slowly stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked towards the ward.

The corridor was so quiet it felt somewhat oppressive.

The moment her hand grasped the doorknob of the ward and gently pushed it open, her gaze was unexpectedly met with a suffocating scene inside.

She froze on the spot, and the coffee cup in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Brown liquid splashed onto her shoes and the ground, but she was completely unaware.

The noise alerted the people inside.

Song Zhiwei suddenly opened her eyes and quickly broke free from Sheng Tingzhou's embrace.

She turned her head and met Xie Lingling's gaze at the doorway, her heart sinking.

What are you doing here?

Seeing that she was standing there unharmed, Xie Lingling finally felt a little relieved.

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. She carefully scanned Song Zhiwei to make sure she was not injured before slowly saying, "Mom has something I want to talk to you about. It's very important, and I hope you can calm down and listen to me carefully."