Wound
"Yunsheng, come to the study with me for a moment." Wen Tao put down his chopsticks and stood up.
Wen Yunsheng looked at Tao Chu, signaling her to rest assured: "You eat first."
Tao Chu watched the father and son go upstairs one after the other, then slowly turned around, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.
As soon as the study door closed, Wen Tao stood there and began to lecture him: "You've always been quick with your mouth than your brain, and you're easily swayed! Do you think you can make decisions now?"
“If even I can’t protect Tao Chu, then it seems that the status you’ve worked so hard for all these years is useless,” Wen Yunsheng retorted sharply.
"You know you have to rely on your father—if I can't hold my ground, not only Tao Chu, but you'll suffer too. Don't you understand how crucial this is?! Don't cause me any more trouble!"
Wen Yunsheng looked at his flushed face with a half-smile: "I know."
"Zhou Bingcheng, at his age and in his position, still wants to climb one more step. He spent a lot of money and resources to build this platform. Li Pengcheng, that watchdog, is determined to kill anyone who tries to sabotage him, and you just had to walk right into his trap..."
"Is Aunt Xu Weirong 'bitten to death' by him?" Wen Yunsheng asked, staring at him.
Wen Tao held his breath, his face turning from red to white, turned his back to the chair and slowly sat down to get the cigarettes from the table.
The cigarettes seemed to have been provided on the ship and were still unopened; there was also a crystal ashtray next to them.
Wen Tao tore open a corner and poured out a cigarette.
Wen Yunsheng could tell that he was really upset—he had quit smoking since his mother fell ill.
Wen Yunsheng almost never saw his father smoke after that, with the only exception being the night he kept vigil for his grandmother.
The father smoked one cigarette after another without saying a word.
Wen Yunsheng thought this time would be the same, but his father did not take out a lighter. Instead, he held the thin cigarette and pinched it off piece by piece with his fingertips.
Wen Yunsheng waited quietly, not only because Tao Chu needed to know the answer to this question, but also because he himself needed it.
He needs to understand what role his father played in the accident.
Is it the pain of knowing it afterward, or the tacit approval and indulgence after hearing rumors, or perhaps... the instigator?
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the cigarette was stubbed out, and Wen Tao's fingernails were full of tobacco residue.
"You are not allowed to ask about Tao Chu's mother's affairs anymore, and you must not mention them in front of Tao Chu."
Wen Yunsheng keenly noticed his form of address and asked in return, "You dare not mention the name 'Xu Weirong'?"
These words were like a needle stuck in the chair, and Wen Tao jumped up: "I knew you'd get into trouble sooner or later, your mouth always runs faster than your brain!"
Wen Yunsheng was not intimidated at all; instead, he took a step forward and continued to press for answers:
"You're just feeling guilty. Eight years ago, I asked you countless times why Tao Chu left Jianglin, and you didn't dare to say that you framed Aunt Xu Weirong! If you hadn't done such a thing, how could I have only just reunited with Tao Chu now..."
Wen Tao gritted his teeth, his forehead veins bulging with anger.
He glared angrily at his son across from him: "What do you know about adult matters!"
“Yes, I don’t know. Then tell me, tell me—say that Aunt Xu Weirong’s matter has nothing to do with you, say that you have no blood on your hands…”
Tao Chu vaguely heard the sound of arguing coming from upstairs. She slowly finished the last bite of her food, a smile on her lips.
Suddenly, there was a loud "thump," like a heavy object falling to the ground. Tao Chu frowned, got up, and looked upstairs.
If a fight really breaks out, she will still have to symbolically try to stop it.
She had just taken two steps up the stairs when she saw the study door open, and Wen Yunsheng, covering his forehead, quickly walked out.
"What's wrong..." Tao Chu noticed blood seeping from between his fingers.
Wen Yunsheng took her hand with his other hand and said, "It's okay, let's go back."
Tao Chu saw Wen Tao also come out and stand on the second floor looking down at them, his face still flushed, looking like he hadn't calmed down.
Wen Lei, who was guarding outside the door, saw Wen Yunsheng come out and was about to greet him when he saw that he was injured and was shocked:
"What's going on! There's a doctor on board; I've asked them to come to your room."
Wen Yunsheng stopped and turned to walk down the corridor to his right: "Tell them to go to VIP9."
Tao Chu was taken to a suite by Wen Yunsheng. She sat on the sofa, picked up a box of tissues from the coffee table, held it in her arms, and wiped the blood off his face and hands.
"Why did they start fighting?" Tao Chu asked.
“He pushed him too far, and then he tried to smash me with an ashtray. I just happened to take another step forward, otherwise… it would have hit his shoulder.” Wen Yunsheng obediently closed his eyes and let her wipe him.
Tao Chu really didn't expect him to be injured like this, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
She pulled his hand away from his forehead and found that the wound wasn't as deep as she had imagined, but the area of the wound was quite large.
It's possible that the side of the ashtray grazed your head, not that the corner hit your head.
"I don't know if I need stitches. There might not be a sterile room on the ship, and we won't be able to dock anytime soon..." Tao Chu murmured, cradling his head.
Hearing her concern, Wen Yunsheng immediately stopped feeling the pain and even comforted her, saying, "It's nothing. This kind of minor injury only looks scary. At most, it will leave a scar, but you can hide it with your hair."
Tao Chu had experienced the pain of stitching before and knew it wasn't as simple as he made it sound.
In theory, minor wounds are fine as long as they are properly cleaned and stitched up, even if they are not stitched in a sterile room.
However, since Wen Yunsheng's injury was on his forehead, he definitely needed anesthesia to stitch up. If possible, it would be best to also take a CT scan or MRI to see if there were any problems caused by being hit by the ashtray.
Given the limited conditions on the ship, Tao Chu would feel guilty if any long-term health problems were left behind.
"Why isn't the doctor here yet!" Tao Chu threw several wads of blood-soaked tissues into the trash can next to him, got up and went to the entryway cabinet to rummage for the first-aid kit.
Before I could find it, the doorbell rang.
Tao Chu looked through the peephole and saw Wen Lei and the doctor before opening the door.
Wen Lei didn't have time to speak to her; he led the doctor inside, followed by people carrying the stent.
"Oh dear, why are you still sitting? Quick, help him onto the support frame—"
Judging from the setup, there must be a dedicated medical facility on board, and Tao Chu breathed a sigh of relief.
"neat--"
Tao Chu responded and went over: "What's wrong?"
“Come with me.” Wen Yunsheng lay back on the support frame and stretched out a hand to her.
Wen Lei was so anxious that he was practically jumping up and down, wishing he could just grab Tao Chu and pack her up and take her away.
Tao Chu hesitated for two seconds, then nodded.
"Quickly, get him to the infirmary!"
Wen Lei led the way, and Tao Chu jogged alongside the stretcher.
The medical room and the service hall were on the same floor. Fortunately, there were few passengers on the ship, so it was easy to get to the medical room after exiting the elevator.
When the doctor cleaned Wen Yunsheng's wound, he was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't dare to hold Tao Chu's hand, which would hurt him.
He gently released her and said, "Don't look, sit outside the curtain for a while and wait for me."
Tao Chu was of course not afraid of wounds and bloodshed—she had already experienced it firsthand.
She gripped his hand, which was resting on the edge of the bed, tightly. His palm was sweaty but cold.
"It's okay, I'll stay with you," she said softly.
Seeing Wen Yunsheng with his eyes closed and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, Tao Chu suddenly found him adorably silly.
However, this time he really suffered a "bloody head" for her sake.
When wiping the forehead for the last time, the doctor used a bit too much force, and Wen Yunsheng felt a sharp pain in his forehead, causing him to tremble a few times.
Tao Chu quickly grasped his hand and gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb, causing Wen Yunsheng's tense back to slowly relax.
"President Wen, how did you get injured?!" Li Yue suddenly yanked open the curtain, his voice filled with undisguised schadenfreude.
Seeing Tao Chu by his bedside, Li Yue suddenly realized: "You got into a fight with Mr. Shen? Tell me, you're not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid, how could you be so angry for a woman?"
Wen Yunsheng ignored him. Just then, the doctor said that stitches were needed and asked the others to wait outside.
Li Yue wouldn't let it go, continuing to talk to Tao Chu outside the door: "Miss Tao, you're really charming. The ship has only just set sail and President Wen is already injured. I was originally planning to invite you to the banquet, but if you were to appear, I'm afraid there would be a bloodbath."
Tao Chu whispered, "President Li, please stop joking. President Wen's injury was an accident."
Li Yue had already heard the news that Wen Yunsheng was injured in Wen Tao's room, but he couldn't say it directly. Besides, he also wanted to tease Wen Yunsheng a bit.
Wen Tao and his son have always loved to put on airs, and they have a sense of superiority that they don't know where it comes from. Li Yue glanced at Wen Lei, who was eyeing him menacingly from the side. Even a lapdog thinks he's a Tibetan mastiff.
"Judging from Mr. Wen's appearance, it seems he may not be able to attend tonight's banquet. This is an invitation; Ms. Tao and Mr. Shen are welcome to attend." Li Yue handed her a champagne-colored envelope.
Tao Chu was caught in a dilemma—
Now she just wants to hide behind Wen Yunsheng, conceal her intention for revenge, disrupt their plans and gather clues while ensuring her own safety, in preparation for the future.
Following this principle, it would definitely be safer for her to stay with Wen Yunsheng and not attend the banquet.
However, if Shen Yingchang could go, he might be able to obtain useful clues.
As long as Shen Yingchang wants to investigate the various inside stories of this ship, he is Tao Chu's "comrade-in-arms".
Although Tao Chu had doubts about Shen Yingchang's exact identity and purpose, with Hannah vouching for him, Tao Chu basically believed that Shen Yingchang was not a bad person.
Tao Chu did not want to be the first to betray his "comrade-in-arms" and cut off Shen Yingchang's chance.
She accepted the invitation and smiled at Li Yue: "Thank you, Mr. Li."
Seeing that she knew what was good for her, Li Yue whistled and walked away.
Wen Lei glanced at Tao Chu, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.
Tao Chu pretended not to see it and took the invitation. At worst, she could just say she had to take care of Wen Yunsheng and decline the invitation. But if she refused now, there would be no room for negotiation.
After getting stitches, Wen Yunsheng got up and looked in the mirror, finding the gauze on his forehead too unsightly.
How long will it take to apply this?
"If the recovery goes well in about 3 days and there is no redness, swelling, or oozing, the dressing can be removed. We will come to your room every day to change the dressing. Please do not remove the gauze casually, and do not get it wet to avoid infection."
"OK, thanks."
"We will inform the catering department of any food restrictions you may have, and they will deliver suitable meals to your room every day."
Wen Yunsheng nodded and couldn't wait to turn around and leave the room to see Tao Chu.
But as soon as Tao Chu saw him, she raised the envelope in her hand: "I have to go back to 1608 and give Li Yue's invitation to Shen Yingchang."
Upon hearing the name "Shen Yingchang," Wen Yunsheng felt a sharp pain in his wound.
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