I kept telling myself not to take him seriously, but when I heard that he was in trouble, my body went out of control.
It seems like it has become a conditioned reflex over the past eight years.
I can't help myself.
I grabbed my car keys and ran out, forcing myself to stay calm and confirm, "Is this Sacred Heart? I'll be right there."
"Yes, VIP Ward 1." Qin Ze said.
On the way to Sacred Heart Hospital, I was still relatively rational, but my thoughts were a little confused.
Although the current situation of the Fu family is not particularly good, it is still the leading group in Jiangcheng. Moreover, there is always the possibility of turning around and moving to a higher level.
Who would brazenly take revenge on Fu Qichuan at this time?
Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still a little surprised when I arrived at the ward and saw Fu Qichuan sitting on the bed with a pale face, looking out the window with unfocused eyes, allowing the doctor to change the medicine on his arm and chest wounds and wrap them with gauze.
My heart was instantly tightened into a ball by something, and it was filled with a sharp pain, as if it was being bitten by ants.
"Mr. Fu..."
Qin Ze saw me and called out.
Fu Qichuan came to his senses and was about to respond to him when he noticed my presence out of the corner of his eye.
I lifted my lip and realized my throat was tight. "Why is it so serious?"
On the stainless steel tray, the gauze that the doctor had changed was covered in blood. The wound was deep and long, and it looked painful.
His eyes moved slightly, and he said calmly: "It's okay, just a minor injury."
"Well, it was a minor injury that kept me in a coma for a day and two nights, and I only woke up the next morning. Even if you have to save face, you can't do this, Mr. Fu..."
Qin Ze spared no effort to sabotage.
Fu Qichuan glanced over and said coldly, "Who told you to tell her?"
"it."
Qin Ze pointed at the cufflinks he was playing with in his palm, then patted his butt and slipped away before Fu Qichuan could curse.
The doctor quickly wrapped the gauze around his forehead, disinfected and applied medicine to the abrasion, and spoke earnestly.
"Mr. Fu, you're not taking these injuries seriously. If you don't take them seriously, they'll definitely cause underlying problems. You must pay more attention. Also, don't let the wounds get wet, to avoid repeated inflammation and infection like the last gunshot wound."
Fu Qichuan nodded slightly, "Yeah."
The doctor knew he hadn't listened, and looked at me helplessly, "Mrs. Fu, please be more patient."
“…”
I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, not knowing whether to agree or not.
Finally, under the doctor's hopeful gaze, he could only nod, "I'll tell his assistant..."
"Hmm, I'll be out first then."
Before I could finish my words, the doctor interrupted me and left with peace of mind.
In the ward, for a moment, it was just him and I.
I pursed my lips and asked, "Why...don't you let Qin Ze tell me?"
Didn’t he beg me to apologize a few days ago and said he didn’t want a divorce?
Why did you choose to remain silent at this time, when it was the perfect time to play the victim, and even hide it from me on behalf of Qin Ze?
Fu Qichuan also had bruises on his face, and his left hand was wrapped in gauze and hung around his neck, but it still did not affect his cold and noble temperament.
"I'm afraid you won't come even if you know."
The man spoke softly, his voice slightly hoarse, and laughed at himself, "Then I am a little too pitiful."
I said calmly, "If that's what you mean, then I've been pitiful many times."
How many times, when I needed him, he was not around.
"Ruan Nanzhi,"
Fu Qichuan suddenly called me by my full name, his voice tender and his eyes full of tenderness and seriousness. "You still have some feelings for me, right? You heard I was injured, but you still came. Then why... don't you want to give me a chance to make amends?"
My eyelashes drooped slightly, and I took a deep breath silently, "This is different."
Deciding to divorce doesn't mean I want anything to happen to him.
Fu Qichuan sat on the bed, stretched out his long arm to pull me closer, and looked up at me, "What's different?"
I was so upset by his gaze, "It's different everywhere. No matter who is injured today, I will care about them."
"Whoever it is?"
He repeated the sentence nonchalantly, his tone becoming colder and harsher, "If it was Lu Shiyan who got into trouble today, would you have run so fast?"
"meeting."
I spoke without hesitation, and as if to prove something, I added, "Maybe it will be faster."
To me, Lu Shiyan is a very good friend.
No one will remain indifferent when hearing that a good friend is hurt.
The gentleness in Fu Qichuan's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he said aggressively: "You also do this, shamelessly looking at his upper body?"
Only then did I realize that he had just changed the dressing and was not wearing any clothes. There was nothing covering his chest except gauze.
The man had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a well-defined upper body with smooth muscle lines, and he just lay there.
I was so focused on his injuries just now that I didn't notice.
My face was a little hot, but when I thought about what he said, I couldn't help but retort, "Yes, is there a problem?"
"There's a problem."
He pulled me paranoidly and said unreasonably: "I don't allow you to look at other men like this, especially Lu Shiyan."
"Why?"
"I'm still your husband."
Fu Qichuan finished speaking word by word, and when he saw that I looked unhappy, his attitude softened just right. "Help me put on my clothes, okay?"
I didn't refuse. I picked up the shirt on the bed and said softly, "Listen to the doctor and take care of yourself."
He heard the hidden meaning in the words, and disappointment flashed across his eyes. "Are you dead already?"
"Um!"
It is enough to confirm that his life is not in danger at the moment.
Just one look and you'll feel at ease.
As for the rest, there is no need to get entangled with them anymore, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble for everyone.
I bent down and temporarily removed the gauze hanging around his neck. When I touched his unusual body temperature, I froze slightly.
He has a fever.
However, there are doctors and nurses, so it’s not my turn to be idle.
I pretended not to notice, and gently helped him put on his clothes, buttoning them carefully. I slowly stood up and said, "Okay, I'll leave now."
He lowered his head slightly, like a child in a bad temper, with his jaw tense and silent.
After leaving the ward, Qin Ze, who was waiting outside, was a little surprised, "Are you going to die?"
"Um."
I nodded. Qin Ze glanced into the ward, closed the door, and said politely, "Fu, Mr. Fu is seriously injured. He was rushed to the hospital and spent two or three hours in emergency treatment. I'm a grown man, and I'm clumsy. I'm worried I can't take good care of him..."
I understood what he meant.
But he pretended not to understand and said in a restrained tone, "Well, let the nurses take care of it. The nurses in the VIP ward are very attentive."
Qin Ze, "No matter how attentive a nurse is, she's no match for my wife..."
"Qin Ze, you know better than anyone that he and I are getting divorced. I'm no longer fit to do these things."
I reluctantly reminded him.
Qin Ze blurted out, "But who would get into such a difficult situation for their ex-wife?"
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