Nan's father woke up, and Nan Yu sat on the commode to peel an apple for him. Gu Han was no longer in the ward, and Nan's father finally calmed down a bit.

Nan Yu used a toothpick to poke a piece of apple and brought it to her father's mouth.

Apology: "I'm sorry, Dad."

Nan's father sighed, not wanting to eat, but still ate a piece to save face for his son. After swallowing it, he said:

"Xiaoyu, you are a precious treasure that I've raised in my hands. Even when I'm away on business, we still have to video chat every day. I'm not afraid of you being willful. You can smash whatever you want in the house, but don't touch the housekeeper. I'll handle it, okay?"

Nan Yu was afraid of this situation.

His tantrums, his fabricated stories about drugging, and his threats of suicide were all to protect Gu Han. The original owner's father loved his son, and if Nan Yu hadn't taken all the blame upon himself from the beginning, Gu Han would definitely have died.

Nan's father doted on his youngest son and was most afraid of others coveting him. Before leaving, Gu Han made him promises repeatedly, but as a result, he took advantage of his son as soon as he left.

Nan's father harbored murderous intent towards Gu Han.

Only if Nan Yu makes her stance clear and firmly stands on Gu Han's side, giving Nan's father pause for thought, will Gu Han be safe from harm.

But the doctor said he couldn't upset his father anymore, as it could easily cause a brain hemorrhage. Not wanting Gu Han to be beaten to a pulp, and not wanting to upset his father, Deng Xin thought it over and hardened his heart.

The knife used to cut the apple tilted.

It tore a long gash in my hand.

Blood instantly stained his palm. It was his first time self-harming, and he hadn't controlled his strength well, cutting too hard. The pain caused him to drop the apple knife into the trash can at his feet.

He clutched his arms and cried out, "Daddy, Daddy, my hands hurt!"

Nan's father quickly pressed the call bell, and the nurse came in less than five seconds. Seeing that the boy's hand was cut, she quickly went back to get tools to bandage it and disinfect it with iodine. It hurt, and the boy pulled his hand away.

"pain."

Nurse: "After disinfection, you can bandage it."

Nan's father said anxiously, "Xiaoyu, be good."

The wick choked back tears: "Dad, it hurts so much. I don't want it bandaged. It'll be fine if I let it air out for a while."

He gripped his right hand with his left, not knowing where he was pinching, and the bleeding increased. The nurse panicked and quickly changed the gauze, saying, "Can we skip the disinfection and just bandage it? Please hold out your hand."

Nan Yu shook her head again, put her hands behind her back, her clothes stained with blood, and sobbed softly, "Dad, I want the housekeeper to bandage me up."

Nan's father stared at his son for two seconds, but in the end, his paternal instincts prevailed. "Where is the butler?"

“I’m outside. I won’t let him come in and upset Dad. I’m going out to get my bandages done.”

Blood dripped onto the white sneakers, including the cuffs of the trousers. The cut was so large that it didn't drip down one drop at a time, but rather flowed down like a tap turned to its lowest setting. Soon, a pool of blood gathered on the ground.

The nurses were also worried, but Nan Yu wouldn't allow it.

Seeing that his father's face was contorted with anger again, Nan Yu took the iodine and gauze from the nurse's hand. Without using cotton swabs, she didn't apply it directly to the wound, causing him to gasp in pain. The nurse was also surprised.

He reached out for help.

Nan Yu dodged.

The iodine solution, which should have gone straight into the trash can, was accidentally spilled on the floor, getting all over the nurse's hands. The nurse roughly wrapped it with gauze, leaving her completely bewildered.

"Let me handle it for you."

I'm going to touch it again.

Nan Yu continued to hide.

The nurse had no choice but to look at Nan's father. Following his instructions, Nan's father was about to give in. Nan Yu sat back in the soft chair and deliberately put her hand, which was wrapped in several layers of gauze, on the armrest.

With her other hand, she wiped her eyes, tears wetting the back of her hand. When the tears were gone, her eyes were red.

Having seen so many of Gu Han's willful, mischievous, and argumentative nature, the sudden display of his suppressed grievances made Nan's father consider giving in. After all, Gu Han was a man, and all the children in the family liked him.

He was even more furious.

That willingness to back down was instantly crushed.

Since the bleeding had stopped after the bandage was applied, Nan's father hardened his heart and pretended not to see it.

The nurse stood there for a while before having to leave.

The housekeepers and several concubines were all outside. The young master wouldn't come out, and they didn't dare go in. When the nurse came out, the second wife asked, "What happened?"

The nurse told the truth.

Gu Han, who was sitting on a public bench outside, jumped up when he heard that the boy was injured. He even startled Nan Qi, who was drawing on his tablet next to him, causing Nan Qi to drop his stylus and look up with a frown.

"Why are you so nervous? You scared me!" she said, bending down to pick up the pen.

He is still unaware of Gu Han's relationship with Nan Yu.

I don't understand his reaction. It's just a cut on his finger. He acts like everyone gets hurt. It's just a minor scrape on his skin. Why make such a fuss?

With long strides, he arrived at the hospital bedside, only to be stopped by the bodyguard. Gu Han clenched his fists but ultimately held back. Father Nan was in a fit of anger, and his presence would only add fuel to the fire and put the young master in a difficult position.

I stepped back and just sat down.

Nan Qi turned the stylus upside down and poked Gu Han's arm. "I heard you took my little brother out for seven days and couldn't find him? Sigh."

I poked it twice more.

"How can you be so bold? He's the apple of our eye. If anything happens to him, we'll chop you into mincemeat and that'll be the least of our worries. Is it worth taking such a huge risk to get him away from surveillance?"

"So how did you escape my family's 'net'?" He looked Gu Han up and down and clicked his tongue twice. "I never expected you to be so capable. Did you meet some big shots outside?"

Gu Han was in a gloomy and anxious mood and didn't want to pay any attention to Nan Qi.

But Nanqi is like a fly in a garbage dump, constantly buzzing in your ear, it's so noisy it's driving you crazy.

"Shut up!"

Nan Qi was startled by the harsh words and paused for two seconds before turning away and continuing to draw on his tablet.

Gu Han was anxious, staring intently at the door, his thoughts in turmoil. He kept thinking that as long as he pushed it open, he could see the young master. He wondered how serious the young master's injuries were. He took out his phone from his pocket and sent a message to Nan Yu.

The lamp wick was tired of sitting and didn't want to cry anymore.

He lay on the sofa bed and slept soundly, taking the blanket off his father and giving the thin blanket to Nan's father.

Nan's father liked his son just the way he was.

But this only applies to the youngest son.

If his other sons dared to be disrespectful to him, then they were a completely different breed.

Nan Yu was asleep and didn't hear the phone notification sound. It rang seven times in a row before she shook her head, turned over, and groggily reached for her phone and opened it.

housekeeper.

Did you hurt your hand while peeling an apple?

The nurse said you didn't bandage it properly.

"Come out here, I'll help you wrap it up."

"Or should I go in?"

"Xiaoyu"

Has your father made things difficult for you?

"Baby"

Nan Yu woke up a bit, rubbed her eyes, and although her injured hand was bandaged, her thumb wasn't, but it was still usable, so she picked up her phone and typed.

The lamp wick hadn't turned off the notification sound, and while receiving an IV drip, Nan's father kept listening to his phone ringing. Every now and then, his youngest son would chuckle softly, but even a fool could tell who he was chatting with!

Nanfu Qi.

He didn't let Nan Yu stay with him; it was this kid who refused to go home and insisted on staying here, and now he's even sending messages right under his nose.