I walked away humming a tune, feeling quite pleased with myself. He didn't want me to stay here and take care of him; that was wonderful.
I hadn't taken more than a few steps when I felt the man's piercing gaze again, as if it were cutting into my back, but I didn't stop.
"Come back." The man's cold voice came.
He told me to go back, so I went back?
I walked even faster.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao!" His voice was deep. I heard the sound of his feet hitting the ground and immediately turned around.
Sure enough, he tried to get out of bed again.
The man already had one foot on the ground.
"Fu Yanshen, stop moving!" I shouted at him, frowning as I walked towards him.
If his leg injury continues to flare up, when will it ever heal?
Fu Yanshen withdrew his leg, lowered his eyelids, refused to look at me, and still looked like he was angry with me.
However, at this moment, he silently picked up the spoon and lowered his head to eat the porridge.
I forced a smile, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up a hard-boiled egg, gently tapped the shell on the table to crack it, crushed it, and slowly peeled it.
"Don't just eat porridge, it's not nutritious. Eat the egg." I handed him a peeled hard-boiled egg and said casually.
Fu Yanshen raised his head, his gaze, which held a hint of resentment, fixed on me as if trying to see right through me.
It took him a while to come to his senses, take the egg from my hand, and chew it slowly.
"Eat more vegetables," I reminded him again, pushing a plate of stir-fried broccoli toward him.
Fu Yanshen picked up his chopsticks and ate silently without saying a word. His aura was cold, and he seemed to want to ignore me.
An hour later, the blood test results came back, and I went to his attending physician to ask about the situation.
The results showed that there was still inflammation and bacterial infection, and the blood count was very high, which was also the reason for the persistent high fever.
The doctor increased the dosage of medication, and I had to get IV fluids every morning and afternoon, seven or eight bottles a day.
When he's on an IV drip, I have to keep an eye on him and ring the bell to call the nurse to change the fluid when the bottle is almost empty.
After the IV drip was finished for the day, he didn't have a fever again that night.
Only when the inflammation subsides can his leg injury heal quickly.
In the middle of the night, I was sound asleep when the faint vibration of my phone woke me up.
I pulled my phone out from under my pillow.
"Hello?" I yawned lazily.
"Sister Qiao, something bad has happened, Mu Ye—" I frowned as I heard Mengmeng's panicked and reckless voice.
"You're all flustered again. Calm down and speak." I tried to sit up calmly, but the man behind me had a pair of iron arms tightly wrapped around me.
I glanced at my phone's home screen and didn't see any news.
"Sister Qiao! Mu Ye is injured and is being treated at Renji Hospital!"
Mengmeng's anxious and panicked voice sent a chill down my spine, and I gasped, "How did Xiaoye get hurt?"
I asked nervously.
"I... I don't know either. Lele told me that he was beaten up, and she asked me to contact you." Lele is Muye's assistant.
I immediately hung up the phone when I learned that Makino had been injured in an attack.
"Fu Yanshen, let go of me! Mu Ye is injured!" The man behind me hugged me even tighter, and I angrily pried his hands away.
"You're not allowed to go." His tone was domineering, and his voice was cold.
For the past two days, he's been giving me the cold shoulder because of what happened that night, and now he's even colder.
"Fu Yanshen, don't push your luck! I've been taking care of you these past few days because I don't want to owe you a favor," I said with a cold snort, my tone resolute.
He felt a violent jolt from behind him, and his arms instantly lost all strength.
I took the opportunity to break free from him and get out of bed.
I quickly went to the bathroom to change my clothes, and when I returned to the ward to get my phone, I was met with a pungent smell of smoke.
Fu Yanshen was seen leaning against the headboard, head down, puffing out smoke.
They're up to their old tricks again!
Only two bedside lamps were lit in the ward, making the environment dim, and he seemed to be shrouded in a gloomy and depressed atmosphere.
Makino was receiving emergency treatment, and his condition was still unknown. I didn't have time to worry about him, so I grabbed my phone and bag and hurriedly left the ward.
When I left the hospital, the driver was already waiting for me.
On the bus, I searched carefully across various platforms, but there was no news of Makino being beaten.
"Makino got beaten up. Keep the news down." I calmly made a phone call, gave the instructions, and then called Makino's assistant, Lele.
She said that Makino was surrounded and brutally beaten by a group of people wearing black hoods in the underground parking lot.
The person is not in mortal danger, but their hand is badly injured.
In the dead of night, I rushed to the emergency department of Renji Hospital.
I searched through each emergency room, and after searching through three, I finally found Makino.
He was lying on the hospital bed with his legs bent, uttering broken, painful groans.
When I saw his hands clearly, I gasped and froze.
Mu Ye's once slender and fair hands were now a bloody mess, with bones faintly visible. He held them high to his chest, and blood kept spreading down his wrists.
I instinctively covered my mouth, momentarily forgetting to breathe.
"Ono..."
Makino seemed not to hear me calling him, his tearful eyes fixed on his own hands.
I understand how he feels right now.
With his hands injured like this, will he still be able to play guitar, piano, and other musical instruments in the future?
In an instant, my eyes welled up with tears, and my vision blurred.
“Sister Qiao…cough…they might as well just kill me.” Mu Ye turned his head, looking at me with a dejected gaze, his tone calm.
My heart clenched, and I shook my head. "Ono, you'll get better, you definitely will!"
"The doctor said that two of them are ruined because the nerves have been damaged."
Makino's seemingly calm tone gripped my heart tightly. He turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing, his body trembling slightly.
"Who did it? Do you know them?" I clenched my fists, suppressing my sadness, and asked through gritted teeth.
“They were all wearing black hoods. They dragged me to a blind spot in the surveillance footage and punched and kicked me. Then, they held me down. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, deliberately stepped on my hand and ground his foot into it…” Makino said in a trembling voice with his eyes closed.
Listening to his description, I imagined the anxious and helpless pain he felt as he watched his beloved, skillful hands, which were used to playing various musical instruments, being brutally broken by someone's foot. My heart clenched even tighter.
“I don’t know them. The one who stepped on my foot seems to be mute. He’s also missing a little finger on his left hand…” Makino murmured hoarsely.
Hearing his words, I was suddenly jolted.
The mute is missing a little finger?
Could it be Fu Ren?
Could it be... that he is...?
I didn't speculate any further. I comforted Makino for a while and asked him to cooperate with the doctor to clean the wound first.
After Mu Ye was wheeled into the ward, I rushed to Fu Yanshen's place before the anesthesia wore off.
By the time we got to the hospital, it was already broad daylight.
I pushed open the ward door forcefully, and the man, still sitting in the same position as when I left, suddenly raised his head and looked at me.
I strode up to him, bag in hand, and said menacingly, "Fu Yanshen, Mu Ye got beaten up. The person who beat him up is mute and missing a little finger!"
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