"How about this, you give her that special injection, I'll pay for it." Ye Zhou interrupted their conversation.

The doctor's expression changed drastically when he saw Ye Zhou.

The old man looked at the boy in front of him with even greater surprise.

"No, how can you pay? Young man, you're badly injured too. Can I borrow your money to get Shanshan an injection? I'll pay you back later."

Ye Zhou waved his hand, as if to say that there was no need to return it.

While the two were arguing, the doctor spoke up, "Aqing, Grandma can receive treatment for free."

"What? Free? Doctor, didn't you just say that?"

The doctor glanced at Ye Zhou and said to A Qing, "You've met a benefactor today; you won't need to spend any money during your hospital stay."

Aqing glanced at Ye Zhou excitedly, then gripped his wife's hand tightly, "Shanshan, you're saved."

An Youhe had no idea what was going on, and her eyes welled up with tears from the sight of the elderly couple's love.

"Ye Zhouzhou, their relationship is so good. They have lived together for so many years and are still so in love. Even when the old lady was in a coma, she was still calling out her husband's name."

Ye Zhou looked at the girl and said, "Even when we're old, we'll still love each other like this."

The girl gave a sweet yet pale smile. "Mmm."

"By the way, Ye Zhouzhou, why did the doctor say that it wasn't necessary when you offered to pay for their treatment, and that he would treat them for free?"

Ye Zhou was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I guess there are people I know among them. To be precise, I might not know them, but they know me."

"Then, who exactly is this 'him'?"

"I guess it might be my grandpa or grandma."

...

On the hospital bed, An Youhe was reluctant to rest on her own. After the two of them ate, An Youhe lay down next to Ye Zhou's bed. Ye Zhou didn't sleep either, but looked at the girl and smiled.

An Youhe's hair was blocking her view, and she tried to push it aside with her hands, but her two fists, which were clenched into white balls, were of no use at all.

She tried several times, but it was no use; her hair was spread out in front of her forehead, blocking her vision.

Ye Zhou was amused and reached out to tuck the girl's stray hairs behind her ear.

The girl pouted, "What are you laughing at? Is my hand funny?"

No, I think you're cute.

"That's a lie."

"Why would I lie to you? The way you look right now is a lot like Doraemon, you know? Doraemon has two round little white fists, except he can take out anything."

The girl buried her head in her arms.

Ye Zhou touched the girl's hair with his hand, "The hair on your forehead has grown long again. I think it needs to be trimmed."

"Yes, it's been a year since I've had a haircut. Ye Zhouzhou's hair has grown long; it used to be a buzz cut."

"Doesn't it look good now?"

"She's beautiful, Ye Zhouzhou is beautiful no matter what."

Ye Zhou touched the bandages covering his face and fell completely silent.

The girl noticed Ye Zhou's embarrassment and took his hand. "It's okay. The bandage on your face is to protect your skin. It's nothing serious. Ye Zhou is still very handsome."

"Tsk, what I'm most proud of is this face. If it were damaged, I wouldn't have any redeeming qualities."

"Ye Zhouzhou, how can you say that? You have many strengths, this face is just the least noticeable one."

Ye Zhou smiled, but in reality, he was deliberately trying to gain the girl's sympathy.

The cell phone rang.

Ye Zhou picked up the phone from the side; it was a call from Zhou Ping.

Ye Zhou hurriedly handed his phone to An Youhe, saying, "Don't let her know I'm in the hospital. She doesn't know I'm in an accident yet. Please don't let her know about this."

"Oh, oh." An Youhe held the phone up to her intact left cheek, and with Ye Zhou's finger, pressed the answer button.

Hello, Auntie.

"Oh, it's Xiao An. Is Ye Zhou with you?"

An Youhe looked out the window at the scenery and didn't include the hospital's facilities in the photo.

"No, no, he's out on business and forgot his phone. Auntie, is there anything I can do for you? I'll tell him."

“What could be wrong with me? That kid hasn’t called home once in a month. He really doesn’t miss home at all once he’s away. I called to see if he’s still alive.”

An Youhe's expression changed slightly, but she forced a smile and said, "Of course Ye Zhou is fine, he's very busy with work lately. I'll have him call you back when he has time."

"It's alright, it's good to see you. Xiao An, have you been living with Xiao Zhou lately?"

"How...how did you even know about this?"

“Xiao An, Ye Zhou likes you from the bottom of his heart, but he also has a lot of bad habits. He doesn’t like to take a bath, he’s too lazy to do laundry, and he doesn’t like to cook. You’re suffering living with him. Don’t spoil him. Let him do what he’s supposed to do.”

“Okay.” An Youhe agreed with a smile, but she had never seen this kind of problem in Ye Zhou before.

“Xiao An has become more and more beautiful lately, she’s grown into a beauty. My son is really not good enough for you. If he makes you angry, just take action. If you can’t beat him, call me and I’ll come over and teach him a lesson myself.”

"Auntie, Ye Zhou is a good person. This kind of thing won't happen. We live together harmoniously."

"Okay, okay, then you'll have to be careful about the measures if you're living together."

An Youhe blushed, her hand trembled, and her phone fell to the floor.

She quickly squatted down to pick up her phone, but the call had already ended.

An Youhe looked at Ye Zhou somewhat awkwardly. Ye Zhou shook his head and sighed, "I never expected that my own mother, who has lived with me for decades, would value you more than me."

An Youhe handed the phone to Ye Zhou, her fair cheeks flushing pink.

After a while, several doctors came in. "Alright, now we're going to start removing the bandages from the patient. Young lady, please step aside."

An Youhe obediently avoided the situation.

Ye Zhou was completely relieved when he saw that none of the people had syringes in their hands.

When he went to the bathroom, he saw the mirror. His face was covered in bandages, and only a pair of dark eyes were visible.

The bandages were unfolded, one loop at a time.

Because the process of removing the bandages was too long, Ye Zhou started chatting with people again.

The doctor who removed the bandages was the same young female doctor who had given him the injection earlier.

"Doctor, am I not disfigured?"

"Tsk, why so much fuss? So what if you're disfigured? People with broken arms and legs still live perfectly well, don't be so dramatic with me."

"Actually, I used to be a handsome guy."

"It's already a miracle that you survived. If you're not happy with your face now, go get plastic surgery."

"Doctor, do you have any plastic surgeon recommendations?"

As the last layer of gauze was unfolded, the female doctor gradually held her breath, her eyes gleaming.