Chapter 345 They are going back to the capital, you can do whatever you want
Yun Zheng took a coat and put it on Fu Linghe, then took him to Dr. Smith's office.
After all, this man has been too clingy these past two days. Even if I don't take him with me, he will go by himself.
It would be better to just bring the person with you!
Yun Zheng straightened the collar of Fu Linghe's coat, and her fingers inadvertently brushed the skin on the side of his neck, feeling that his body temperature had returned to normal.
This was the first time in half a month that she saw him standing so straight, his shoulders and back relaxed, and the outline of his strong muscles faintly visible under his hospital gown.
"Let's go." Fu Linghe held her wrist, his thumb gently rubbing her pulse. "Let's go see what those people in white coats have to say!"
The light from the corridor stretched the shadows of the two people very long.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the fragrance of magnolia flowers wafting in from outside the window, and Yun Zheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.
In the past half month, she had almost gotten used to the unique smell of the hospital, and she also developed a sense of familiarity with Mo's private hospital.
But now, as Fu Linghe held her hand and walked forward, she realized how much she missed the scent of jasmine flowers in the Tanxiyuan Garden.
Dr. Smith's office is at the end of the corridor.
Before pushing the door, Fu Linghe suddenly stopped, turned around and tucked Yun Zheng's bangs that were messed up by the wind behind her ears.
His fingertips were slightly cool, but became hot when they touched her earlobe.
"Don't talk for a while, I'll ask." He lowered his voice and his breath brushed against her eyelashes.
Yun Zheng was about to retort when the office door opened from the inside.
Dr. Smith stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. A hint of surprise flashed across his blue eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and then he regained his professional calm.
"Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, please come in." He gestured, and the cuffs of his white coat revealed an expensive Patek Philippe watch.
Fu Linghe put his arm around Yun Zheng's waist and walked in, his leather shoes making crisp sounds as they stepped on the solid wood floor.
Yun Zheng noticed that his right arm was still slightly unnaturally stiff when he walked.
His right hand was injured too badly, and it would take more than half a month to fully recover from the injury.
"We're being discharged." Fu Linghe said straight to the point, his fingertips tapping a regular rhythm on the desk. "Today."
Dr. Smith pushed up his glasses and twirled the medical record in his hands. "According to yesterday's CT scan..."
"I know my own body well." Fu Linghe interrupted him, his voice as cold as ice.
The sunlight slanted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, making half of his face sharp and angular, while the other half was hidden in the shadows, his eyes as deep as ink.
Yun Zheng quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes.
This action softened Fu Linghe's tense jawline a little, but he still stared at the doctor, his gaze as oppressive as if it had substance.
"Doctor Smith." Yun Zheng took a half step forward, cleverly separating the two from their staring. "My husband wants to return to the capital to continue treatment if his health permits."
Her voice was soft, yet firm enough to be ignored.
The shadow of the sycamore tree outside the window cast tiny spots of light on her profile, and her amber pupils appeared like honey in the sunlight.
The doctor's gaze lingered on her eyes for a moment, then he suddenly turned around and took out a stack of examination reports from the filing cabinet.
Amid the rustling sound of flipping papers, Fu Linghe's fingers had already slid to Yun Zheng's waist, and his fingertips, covered with thin calluses, gently drew circles through the fabric.
"Theoretically..." Dr. Smith spread the report on the table, tapping a certain data point with his pen. "Mr. Fu can indeed be transferred to another hospital, but considering the potential for secondary lacerations, transfer is not recommended."
Fu Linghe suddenly sneered.
Yun Zheng felt the hand on her waist suddenly tighten, and she quickly touched his ribs with her elbow.
The warning made his muscles stiffen, and then he relaxed his grip, but his eyes became sharper.
"How long do you suggest we observe?" Yun Zheng leaned forward, her long hair falling from her shoulders.
The doctor's eyes narrowed slightly behind his lenses. "At least three to five days."
He turned to Fu Linghe and said, "The risk of wound infection is..."
"Enough." Fu Linghe stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh sound as it scraped against the floor.
The veins on the back of his hands, which were supporting the table, were bulging, and it was obvious that he could no longer bear it.
Yun Zheng's heart tightened, and she immediately stood up and held his shoulders.
"We listen to the doctor." Her voice was soft, but it carried an irrefutable force.
With a light press of her fingertips on his bandage, Fu Linghe frowned in pain and finally shut up.
Suddenly, a group of white pigeons flew past the window, and the sound of their flapping wings broke the stagnant air in the room.
Yun Zheng took the opportunity to grab Fu Linghe's hand and said, "Then observe for another five days. Please arrange a follow-up examination."
When walking out of the office, Fu Linghe suddenly turned back.
That look made Dr. Smith, who was about to close the door, pause. That look was so oppressive that it made him unable to resist.
The doctor subconsciously took a half step back, and his lower back hit the corner of the desk.
At the corner of the corridor, Fu Linghe pressed Yun Zheng against the wall.
His temperature was alarmingly high, and his breathing was heavy against her neck. "You knew he was stalling for time."
"I know." Yun Zheng held his face in her hands, her thumb stroking his furrowed brow. "But your injuries aren't fully healed yet. A few more days of observation would be good."
"It's not important." He lowered his head and bit her earlobe, his voice muffled between his lips and teeth, "The way those people from the Mo family look at you..."
He didn't finish his words and the last syllable turned into a suppressed gasp.
Yun Zheng suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
The kiss came suddenly, and Fu Linghe was so startled that he loosened his grip, allowing her to take advantage of the opportunity to take the initiative.
Yun Zheng could feel his whole body tremble, and his muscles tensed and relaxed in an instant.
"Calm down?" she asked with a gasp as they separated, her fingertips curling the short hair at the back of his neck.
Fu Linghe chuckled against her forehead, the vibrations of his chest transmitting to her, "Mrs. Fu has learned bad habits."
He suddenly folded his arms and held her tightly in his arms. "But I like it."
Behind them, Dr. Smith's office door closed silently.
He turned back to his desk, picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.
"They are about to be discharged from the hospital and return to the capital." He only said this before hanging up, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes hard.
The sun was shining outside the window, but he was not in a good mood. As a doctor, it was not easy to serve a person like Fu Linghe.
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Fu Linghe remained silent as they took the elevator downstairs.
He stood in the corner with one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand he tightly gripped Yun Zheng's fingers, with such force that it almost hurt her.
The elevator mirror reflected his tense profile, his jawline as sharp as a knife.
"It hurts." Yun Zheng protested softly and moved her fingers that were pinched red by him.
Fu Linghe let go as if waking from a dream, but his eyes darkened when he saw her knuckles turning white.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently before blowing on her.
This possessive action made Yun Zheng's heart beat faster. When the elevator reached the first floor with a "ding" sound, she almost collapsed in his arms.
The magnolias in the garden are in full bloom.
Fu Linghe suddenly turned into a secluded path and pushed Yun Zheng to a thick tree trunk.
Petals fluttered down on their shoulders. He plucked the white petals from her hair, but held them between his fingers and refused to let go.
"You saw it, didn't you?" he said hoarsely. "That old man was obviously trying to tip off the Mo family."
Yun Zheng was stunned.
The darkness surging in Fu Linghe's eyes at this moment frightened her. It was a complex emotion mixed with anger and anxiety.
"He's just..."
"He just doesn't want us to leave Country A!" Fu Linghe suddenly punched the tree trunk, shaking off countless petals.
Blood oozed from his knuckles, forming a harsh contrast with the white petals. "Tip the Mo family so they can come and bother you!"
Yun Zheng took a breath.
"I don't care about the Mohist school." She held Fu Linghe's bleeding hand and took out the Band-Aid she always carried with her from her pocket. "I am Yun Zheng, just your Yun Zheng."
When she bent down to bandage his wound, a tear suddenly fell on the back of his hand.
Fu Linghe was shocked and suddenly lifted her chin.
The teardrop reflected colorful light in the sunlight, rolled down her cheek, and finally disappeared at the corner of her lips where his thumb was pressing.
"Don't cry." His voice suddenly softened, a little helpless, "It's my fault."
Yun Zheng shook her head and suddenly grabbed his collar to force him to lower his head.
Their noses touched, their breaths mingled, and she could see her own tiny reflection in his pupils.
"Fu Linghe, listen carefully." She spoke each word with emphasis. "Even if I were of the Mohist bloodline, even if the whole world came to vie for me, I would only choose you."
These words opened his frown like a key.
Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly picked her up by the waist and turned her around.
Yun Zheng screamed and hugged his neck, hearing a low laugh coming from his chest.
"Say it again." He looked up at her, his eyes filled with tiny glimmers of sunlight.
"I will only go home with you." Yun Zheng held his face and kissed his bloody lips in the fragrance of magnolia flowers.
After Yun Zheng's husband had his hair smoothed, the couple returned to the ward together.
He squinted in the direction of Dr. Smith's office, his arms unconsciously tightening.
Yun Zheng followed his gaze and saw only curtains swaying in the wind.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Fu Linghe retracted his gaze and lowered his head to rub the tip of her nose. "I'm just thinking about how to get through these five days."
Yun Zheng poked his chest with a smile, "Isn't Mr. Fu the best at endurance?"
"That depends on what you're enduring." He pushed his hips meaningfully, causing Yun Zheng to blush and hit his shoulder.
While playing, Fu Linghe's eyes were still fixed on the third-floor window, and the smile on his lips did not reach his eyes.
The sun was setting when I returned to the ward.
Fu Linghe locked the door and pressed Yun Zheng onto the narrow hospital bed.
The sunset outside the window dyed the white sheets orange, and he unbuttoned her clothes as reverently as if he was opening a gift.
"Don't..." Yun Zheng's protest was swallowed by him.
Fu Linghe unbuttoned his hospital gown with one hand, revealing his muscular upper body wrapped in bandages.
He guided her hand to touch the edge of the gauze, his voice hoarse, "Touch it gently, it still hurts here."
Yun Zheng's fingertips trembled, but he pressed them stubbornly on the wound.
Through the gauze, she could feel his hot body temperature and strong heartbeat, hitting her palm again and again.
"Do you know how I've been able to get through the past half month?" He bit her collarbone and mumbled, "Watching you sway in front of me every day, but unable to move!"
A sudden knock on the door interrupted him.
The nurse's polite voice came through the door, "Mr. Fu, it's time to change the dressing."
Fu Linghe rested his forehead on Yun Zheng's shoulder and took a deep breath, his muscles tensed like a fully drawn bow.
Change the dressing, change the dressing. Every day when he gets down to business, they come in to change the dressing!
The time is chosen so accurately!
Yun Zheng pushed him away with a red face, but he held the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss. They only separated reluctantly when the nurse knocked on the door for the second time.
"Wait." He yelled out the door, then turned to look at Yun Zheng tidying her clothes and his expression softened again. "Don't even think about sleeping tonight."
Yun Zheng's hand shook as she was buttoning her shirt, and she almost pulled the button off.
Looking at his back as he walked to open the door, she buried herself in the quilt, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips.
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