Hospital.
Song Zhiting was lying on the hospital bed with bandages on one leg and one arm.
There were also scratches on the face.
Zheng Baozhu came in with a worried look on her face and touched his arm carefully: "Does it hurt?"
Zheng Baozhu said this, but in her heart she was thinking, Barbie Q was so badly injured, if she became disabled in the future, and she wanted to divorce, would people say that she fled alone when disaster struck and could not share the joys and sorrows.
Song Zhiting was touched when he saw Zheng Baozhu caring about him: "It doesn't hurt anymore when I see you."
Zheng Baozhu put down his luggage and asked him if he was hungry.
"I want to eat the food you cook."
Zheng Baozhu took out chicken legs and chicken wings from her bag, tore them open and handed them to him.
Song Zhiting was eating a chicken leg with big mouthfuls when a man in military uniform came into the ward.
"Old Song, what delicious food do you want to eat?"
The man saw Zheng Baozhu and teased, "Old Song, you are quite charming. Even when you were injured, there were beautiful girls coming to visit you."
Song Zhiting coughed and said, "This is your sister-in-law."
The man smiled awkwardly: "Hello sister-in-law, I am Qin Hao, and I was a comrade-in-arms with Lao Song in the same company when we were new recruits."
Zheng Baozhu smiled at Qin Hao and took out a chicken leg and gave it to him.
Seeing that the two seemed to have something to say, Zheng Baozhu took out Song Zhiting's dirty clothes to wash.
As soon as Zheng Baozhu left, Qin Hao came over and asked, "How did you find such a beautiful wife? It's worth all my efforts to spread rumors for you."
Song Zhiting was curious: "What rumor did you make up about me to make her regret the engagement immediately?"
Qin Hao's eyes dodged: "It was because you said you didn't want to get married that I resorted to this desperate measure."
Judging from Qin Hao's expression, it was definitely not a good thing: "What did you say?"
"That... is to say that you... said that you are injured and can't do that at all."
Song Zhiting grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it at him: "You are so mean!"
No wonder Zheng Baozhu said he couldn't do it.
Qin Hao grabbed the pillow and said, "If you weren't so cruel, would you be able to marry your current little wife?"
That's true.
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When Zheng Baozhu came back, Qin Hao had already left.
Song Zhiting injured his right arm and left leg. He can only use his left hand to eat and can only hop on one leg to walk, so he needs someone to take care of him.
After eating a chicken leg and a chicken wing, Song Zhiting felt a little thirsty and asked Zheng Baozhu to pour him a glass of water.
After eating and drinking, he wanted to go to the toilet. The ward where Song Zhiting lived was a double room with an independent bathroom.
Song Zhiting supported himself on the bed with his hands and stood on one foot, wanting to go to the bathroom.
Zheng Baozhu came over and helped him up: "Do you want to go to the toilet? You have difficulty moving, shall I get you a chamber pot?"
"It's okay, I still have one leg that can move, just help me up."
"Even if I hold you up, you can only hop on one foot. Wait a moment."
Zheng Baozhu went out and asked for a crutch from the nurse's station.
It is a little easier to walk with a cane, but when I get to the bathroom I don’t have my hands free to loosen my belt, so I need Zheng Baozhu’s help.
Although Zheng Baozhu was very reluctant, Song Zhiting was injured now, so she could only help him untie the belt with her eyes closed.
If you close your eyes, you won’t be able to find the correct position.
When Zheng Baozhu put her hand where it shouldn't be, Song Zhiting grabbed her hand.
"Wait until my wound heals before touching me again."
Zheng Baozhu opened her eyes and glared at him: "Who wants to touch you!"
When she saw where her hands were placed, Zheng Baozhu blushed, lowered her eyelids, and used her peripheral vision to help him unbuckle his belt.
"Pull your pants down a little."
Zheng Baozhu turned her face away, pulled her pants down a little, and then ran out quickly.
Song Zhiting smiled and said, "It's not like you haven't seen it before, so why should you be shy? I didn't see you being so timid that night."
Zheng Baozhu covered her ears outside and shouted, "Shut up!"
The sound of water splashing in the bathroom and Song Zhiting's laughter made Zheng Baozhu so angry that she jumped to her feet.
Song Zhiting called Zheng Baozhu to come in and pull up his pants.
Zheng Baozhu went in with her head held high, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Song Zhiting had already pulled up his pants, leaving only his belt unfastened.
After finally helping Song Zhiting to the bed, Zheng Baozhu was so tired that she was sweating.
…
Song Zhiting's arm was injured, and it was inconvenient for him to eat with his left hand, so Zheng Baozhu fed him.
Zheng Baozhu did not show any impatience, but sometimes she would look at Song Zhiting with sympathy.
When the doctor came to check on him, Zheng Baozhu asked about his injuries and when he would recover.
The attending doctor saw Song Zhiting shaking his head slightly and said, "It's not certain yet. We need to wait until the gauze is removed for further examination."
After the doctor left, Song Zhiting asked Zheng Baozhu: "If I become lame in the future, will you still be willing to take care of me?"
Zheng Baozhu looked up at him and did not answer.
Song Zhiting sighed: "Although we are now a legitimate couple, I don't want to drag you down.
If you want a divorce, you can do it now, but it's a pity that Sicheng will have no one to take care of him in the future."
Zheng Baozhu's eyes lit up: "Don't worry, I will take good care of Sicheng!"
"We are getting divorced, how can I still trouble you to take care of Sicheng?"
"A stepmother is still a mother. Didn't we agree that after the divorce, I will have custody of Sicheng?"
"I'm in this situation now and I really need someone to take care of me. If I give Sicheng to you, who will take care of me?"
"Sicheng is a child, and he still has to go to school. He can't take care of you at all. How about this, you write me an agreement, clearly stating in black and white that you will give me the custody of Sicheng, and I am willing to take care of you for two years."
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