Chapter 335 Yun Zheng was the one who saved him 8 years ago
Yun Zheng walked to the bedside, placed the tray in her hand on the bedside cabinet, scooped a bowl with a small bowl and brought it over, "Have some porridge first."
She originally wanted him to drink it himself, but when she saw Fu Linghe's right arm in a cast, she had no choice but to scoop a spoonful of porridge, put it to her lips and blew on it before feeding it to him.
Fu Linghe stared at her blankly without opening his mouth.
"You just woke up, you can't eat heavy food." Yun Zheng thought he didn't want to eat the porridge because he thought it was too bland, so she explained softly.
"The doctor said so," she added, before scooping another spoonful and feeding it to his mouth. "Just bear with it."
Fu Linghe stared at her red eyes and suddenly reached out to hold her wrist holding the spoon. "Don't be sad."
Yun Zheng's hand trembled, and the spoon hit the edge of the bowl with a crisp sound.
This sentence was like a key, instantly opening the floodgates of emotions that she had been suppressing for a long time.
Tears flowed uncontrollably, splashing onto the white sheets and forming dark dots.
"I'm sorry..." She hurriedly wiped it away, but the more she wiped, the more it stained. "I didn't mean to do that."
Fu Linghe panicked and clumsily wiped her tears with the hand that was not in the cast.
The moment his fingertips touched her cheek, a strange feeling of familiarity came over him.
"Don't cry..." His voice tightened, "I...I'll remember."
Yun Zheng raised her tearful eyes to look at him and found that the man's eyes were also red.
At this moment, she suddenly realized a fact: no matter whether the memory existed or not, the person in front of her was still Fu Linghe who felt sorry for her.
"Yes." She nodded heavily, tears turning into laughter. "I'll wait for you."
The setting sun outside the window shines through the gauze curtains, gently overlapping the shadows of the two people.
This porridge had really no taste, and Fu Linghe had no chance of finishing a bowl.
But the person who fed him was Yun Zheng, so he finished the whole bowl without realizing it.
Yun Zheng simply cleaned up what he had left.
"It's getting late, you should go to bed early." She walked over to help him lie down, then reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt for him before turning around and preparing to leave.
Fu Linghe suddenly reached out and gently hooked the corner of her clothes with his fingertips.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice low and with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.
Yun Zheng turned around and saw that he frowned slightly, as if he was afraid that she would go away. She couldn't help but smile, "I'm going to sleep on the accompanying bed outside. If you need anything, call me and I'll come right over."
Fu Linghe stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly said, "Aren't we husband and wife?"
Yun Zheng was stunned, her heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him blankly.
"Yes..." she replied softly, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the corner of her clothes.
Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows slightly and said as a matter of course, "Then why do we have to sleep in separate rooms?"
The ward was silent for a moment, with only the regular beeping of the monitor as the only sound.
Yun Zheng felt a slight heat in her ears, and subconsciously avoided his gaze, "You're injured, I was afraid of squeezing you..."
It was a lie to say she was afraid of crowding him. Yun Zheng was actually worried that seventeen-year-old Fu Linghe would feel uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with him.
Fu Linghe chuckled softly and patted the empty space beside him with his left hand, "The bed is big enough."
Yun Zheng stood there without moving, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
She hesitated for a long time, and finally shook her head, "No... You need to rest well now. I will disturb you if I sleep next to you."
Yun Zheng had just thought that Fu Linghe would feel uncomfortable, but now she realized that she was the one who felt uncomfortable.
She really couldn't bear to lie down with Fu Linghe, who was still a minor. Even if they were a legal couple, she felt like she was committing a crime.
Yun Zheng turned around to leave, but heard a muffled groan behind her, followed by the sound of Fu Linghe sucking in a breath of cold air.
"What's wrong?!" She immediately turned around, rushed back to the bed, and nervously held his shoulder. "Did you pull the wound? Does it hurt? Do you want to call a doctor?"
Fu Linghe frowned slightly, pressed the wound on his right arm with his left hand, his breathing became a little rapid, but his eyes were fixed on her face.
Yun Zheng saw his face turn pale and his eyes turned red with anxiety. She reached out to press the call bell at the bedside, "Don't move, I'll call a doctor right away..."
"Wait." Fu Linghe suddenly grabbed her wrist for some reason. His force was not strong, but it made it impossible for her to break free.
He stared at her, his eyes gradually becoming clear from the trance of pain, and even with a hint of incredible shock.
"...It's you?" His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had dug out a long-forgotten scene from the depths of his memory.
Yun Zheng was startled. "What?"
Fu Linghe tightened his fingertips slightly and looked at her with burning eyes, as if confirming something.
"You are the one who rescued me from the car that was hit and leaking oil." Fu Linghe's tone was full of certainty.
Yun Zheng was confused by his words that he didn't come.
She had no idea what Fu Linghe was talking about, because the couple's thoughts were not on the same channel at all.
Eight years ago, when Fu Linghe was in his second year of high school, his driver was in a serious car accident on the way to school and died on the spot.
The car's door was completely deformed and the car started leaking oil. Yun Zheng broke the door open, pulled him out and called an ambulance.
Although the blood had blurred his eyes at that time, Fu Linghe still remembered her face.
He remembered it clearly. She was also so nervous at that time, kneeling beside him and calling him.
"Eight years ago..." Fu Linghe had just opened his mouth when there was a noise at the door and Dr. Smith and the nurse walked in quickly.
Doctor Smith pushed his glasses up on his nose and glanced between the two of them. "What's wrong, Mr. Fu? Are you feeling unwell?"
"He seems to have pulled the wound just now." Yun Zheng quickly stood up and wiped the corner of his eyes in panic.
Fu Linghe still held her wrist tightly, staring at the doctor with burning eyes, "Wait a moment, I have something to confirm."
The doctor glanced at the monitor and said, "Mr. Fu, you need to remain calm right now. If you have any questions, please feel free to speak up."
"In the car accident eight years ago," Fu Linghe said in a hoarse but firm voice, "the girl who saved me was you, right?"
Yun Zheng looked at Fu Linghe in surprise, her heart beating like a drum.
She didn't remember this incident at all, but Fu Linghe's expression was so firm.
"Fu Linghe, calm down and let the doctor check you out first." Yun Zheng met the man's gaze and could only soften her voice to coax him.
"Get out." Fu Linghe suddenly said in a cold voice, his eyes fixed on Yun Zheng's face. "Everyone, get out."
The air in the ward froze instantly.
Doctor Smith frowned, "Mr. Fu, your current condition..."
"I said, get out." Fu Linghe's voice was like ice. His left hand was tightly gripping the bed sheet, and his knuckles were white.
Yun Zheng was dazed for a moment when she looked at Fu Linghe. A seventeen-year-old boy shouldn't have such a fierce aura.
She subconsciously wanted to follow the doctor away, but was grabbed by the wrist.
"You stay." Fu Linghe's strength was surprisingly great, but his voice suddenly softened. "Please!"
The doctor looked at Yun Zheng hesitantly, and when he saw her nod slightly, he retreated with the nurse.
The moment the door closed, Fu Linghe seemed to have lost all his strength, and his forehead rested on the back of Yun Zheng's hand.
"I remember you." His breath burned her skin. "Eight years ago, I had a car accident at the intersection across from Beijing No. 1 Middle School. You smashed open the car door and rescued me."
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