Isn't this just courting death?

As everyone knows, Rong Zhan has always been known for his violent temper and ruthless and vicious methods. Anyone who has provoked him will never have a good ending.

There are many cases of people being ruined and losing everything.

After a few more brief greetings, Rong Zhan hung up the phone. Just then, the door of the room was knocked again. Three doctors and nurses in white coats walked in, greeted briefly, and began the routine examination.

Su Yang also put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and walked over to listen to what the doctor said.

"Based on the comprehensive examination results and Mr. Rong's current physical condition, there is no major problem. The wound on the palm is quite deep, so he can't touch water for the next few days. Just change the medicine every three days and he will be fine."

"How many stitches did he have on the palm of his hand?" Su Yang stood aside, looking at the examination reports in the doctor's hand, and asked softly.

"I needed 12 stitches in total."

Su Yang's eyes flashed with surprise, and she glanced at the man with a leisurely and indifferent face. Receiving her gaze, Rong Zhan chuckled: "Are you still disappointed?"

"You can still laugh." Su Yang glanced at his gauze-wrapped hand, his face sullen, a hint of pity in his almond-shaped eyes.

In fact, she has been afraid of pain since she was a child. Although she did not see the wound on his palm, her heart trembled inexplicably when she heard the doctor mention 12 stitches.

Rong Zhan looked at her expression, taking in every detail of her, and his smile gradually spread.

After watching the medical staff leave, Rong Zhan signaled with his eyes: "Give me that bag."

Su Yang glanced at the shopping bag on the single sofa, picked it up and took a look. Inside was a brand new men's shirt and black suit pants, and he was wearing a hospital gown at the moment.

"Are you going to change here?"

As soon as she took the clothes, she saw him start to unbutton the collar of his hospital gown and asked in surprise.

"What else?" Rong Zhan raised the corner of his shirt with one hand and pulled it up, revealing his lean and strong six-pack abs, and asked back with confidence.

Su Yang pursed his lips speechlessly and turned his back silently.

Looking at her thin back, Rong Zhan raised his eyebrows. It was difficult to lift his injured hand, so he took off half of his clothes, walked directly in front of her, and said lazily: "Help me."

Su Yang was stunned, and looked up in astonishment: "Why should I help you?"

Rong Zhan shook the injured hand: "It hurts."

"Su Yang, you...are you shy or embarrassed?" Seeing her slightly embarrassed expression, Rong Zhan smiled and teased, lifting her clothes up a little more: "It's not like you haven't seen it before."

"I think too much."

Su Yang pretended to be calm and looked at him with a gentle tone, suppressing the throbbing and unnaturalness in his heart. Just as he said, it was not the first time he had seen it.

What's more, he is injured now, so changing clothes is just a piece of cake.

After all, didn’t he help her put on her clothes once when she hurt her back last time?

Thinking of this, Su Yang's heart calmed down instantly. He raised his hand and slowly took off the hospital gown from him. He looked at the strong and sturdy chest with a vague look. After noticing his gaze, he calmly turned his eyes away.

The ward was brightly lit by the afternoon sunlight refracting through the blinds.

Su Yang held the dark blue shirt in his hand, gently put his injured glove into the sleeve, and slowly pulled it up to put it on.

Rong Zhan lowered his dark eyes, her beautiful and delicate eyebrows and eyes were reflected in his black pupils: "Is this your first time helping someone put on clothes?"

Su Yang paused and raised his eyelids slightly: "I'm not a human? Isn't it called wearing clothes if I wear them for myself?"

"I mean others."

The "others" he mentioned was quite intriguing. Su Yang was also a smart man. After two seconds of being stunned, he understood what he meant. He raised his eyebrows, buttoned the last button, took two steps back, and distanced himself from him: "Are you asking if I helped Li Chengnian put it on?"

The room suddenly became quiet. His handsome eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his dark eyes seemed to be filled with a storm as he stared at her without blinking.

Su Yang smiled lightly and pretended to tease: "Are you jealous?"

As soon as the sweet and pleasant ending sound fell, a strong hand clamped her waist and brought her into his strong and warm embrace. Su Yang was stunned and subconsciously wanted to break free, but he held her so tightly that she couldn't move.

"I am a germaphobe. I don't like outsiders to touch anything that belongs to me, let alone my newlywed wife. Is Mrs. Rong satisfied with this answer?"

Rong Zhan slowly approached her, put his cold lips on her ear, and whispered softly.

"What a coincidence! I also have mysophobia. I disdain to touch people with intact hands and feet. You are the first man I helped to dress." Su Yang's heart beat slightly, her eyes were calm, and she curved her red lips: "Mr. Rong, are you satisfied with my answer?"

Rong Zhan slowly straightened up, his brows relaxed: "Then... I'll have to trouble Madam Rong for the pants."

Su Yang was surprised and pushed him away in panic. Before she could say no, she saw him raise his hand with a pitiful look on his face.

The words of refusal were stuck in her throat, unable to come out or down, and she was speechless for a moment.

That harmless expression was in stark contrast to his usual cold and stern image. If she wasn't so familiar with that face, she would have doubted whether it was really him.

"Well, you...you should try to put it on first." After a long silence, Su Yang felt a little embarrassed, so he turned sideways and stuffed the pants into his arms.

Rong Zhan laughed out loud but didn't force it.

Su Yang faced the blinds and waited for about two minutes. His voice rang out from behind him: "Su Yang, come here."

"Have you changed?" Su Yang wanted to turn around reflexively, but then he remembered something and braked in time.

"Um."

"I've changed. Then why did you call me over?" Su Yang turned around and saw him standing by the bed with a surprised look on his face. His black suit pants had indeed been changed. Puzzled, she walked closer and discovered that the buttonholes on his pants were not open.

"Wait for me."

After looking at him, Su Yang suddenly realized something and trotted out of the ward. A few minutes later, she came back with a pair of small scissors in her hand.

"Don't move."

Su Yang walked up to him, half bent over and pulled over his trousers, carefully opened the buttonhole with scissors, and kept gesturing with buttons until the button was perfectly buttoned in. Then he straightened up again, and when he raised his head, he bumped into his dark pupils.

Rong Zhan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he was the first to look away. A hint of obvious unnaturalness flashed across his handsome face, and he raised his hand to cover his lips: "Where did you get these scissors?"

(End of this chapter)