Ni Sitian started the car, a little nervous and worried about Jiang Yun's arm injury. She glanced at him and said urgently, "It's closer to the city hospital from here."

“No, we’ll get photographed at the city hospital.” Jiang Yun explained to Ni Sitian with a furrowed brow and slight panting.

Ni Sitian panicked and said anxiously to him, "But I haven't driven a car since I got my driver's license!"

"Just drive steadily." Jiang Yun leaned back in her chair, wincing in pain.

Having no other choice, Ni Sitian stepped on the gas and drove forward, saying, "Just bear with it for now."

Jiang Yun kept her eyes closed and did not respond.

Ni Sitian was even more anxious, fearing that he would lose too much blood if she was late, so she pressed the accelerator harder, and the car sped into the traffic.

About fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Aitian Hospital and went through the VIP secret passage.

Once inside the emergency room, the doctor cut open Jiang Yun's sleeve, and Ni Sitian's heart leaped into her throat as she watched the blood gushing out.

The doctor gave her arm local anesthesia and stitched it up with five stitches. Ni Sitian wanted to look at each stitch as it went into her flesh, but she didn't dare to.

After finally finishing the stitching, she was covered in a cold sweat.

After completing the hospital admission procedures, she returned to the ward to see Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun lay on the bed and grinned at Ni Sitian: "Why is your face even paler than mine, the injured one?"

Ni Sitian clutched her bag tightly, unsure of what to say, and bowed deeply to him in a simple and honest manner: "Thank you for today."

Jiang Yun chuckled weakly and said, "No need to be so polite. So many people helped chase after us on the way, and besides, we know each other, so of course we can't turn a blind eye."

"Anyway, thank you." Ni Sitian already had a fairly good impression of Jiang Yun, but after their physical contact last time, she intentionally avoided him, and when she encountered him at Wu Miaoshui's place, she was always indifferent.

He must have sensed her distance, and yet he risked his life to help her catch the purse snatcher, even injuring his arm in the process. This made her, who never liked owing anyone anything, feel very uncomfortable and guilty.

"What's in that bag that's worth chasing after so desperately?" Jiang Yun asked jokingly, changing the subject when she saw how serious she was.

Ni Sitian picked up the bag, opened it, and took out a transparent lunchbox containing several crystal steamed dumplings.

Jiang Yun looked at her in surprise, "You worked so hard just for these few steamed dumplings?!"

Ni Sitian nodded, her face slightly flushed, and stammered, "These are steamed dumplings that the Grand Hotel offers in limited quantities every day. My husband loves them, so I bought them for him as a late-night snack..."

Jiang Yun's gaze deepened, and his expression toward Ni Sitian became even more complex.

Ni Sitian, feeling his strange gaze, asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"You must be so lucky to be my husband," Jiang Yun said with a faint smile.

Ni Sitian felt a little embarrassed that such a popular star like him had gotten injured over a plate of fried dumplings.

Suddenly, a gurgling sound came from the ward.

Ni Sitian paused for a moment, then, after confirming that it wasn't her stomach growling, looked at Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun scratched his head with his other hand, looking quite embarrassed.

Ni Sitian realized that it was his stomach growling. She glanced at the lunchbox in her hand, and then at the injury on Jiang Yun's arm.

Without hesitation, she placed the crystal steamed dumplings by his bedside, took out disposable chopsticks, opened the box for him, put the chopsticks in his hand, and said, "They might be a little cold, but they should still be edible."