Shen Muzhi immediately sat up, ignoring the injury on his back, and rushed to check on her waist.
"Don't get up, lie down quickly." Xiang Zhilan was anxious; his injuries were much more serious.
"My little injury is nothing. My dad's military baton is much more severe than this." Shen Muzhi leaned over, turned Xiang Zhilan around, and lifted her clothes. The bruises on her fair skin between her waist and hips were particularly unsightly. He reached out and gently pressed them.
She gasped immediately, and he frowned. "You're so badly injured, why didn't you say so sooner?"
Xiang Zhilan smiled helplessly: "Your standard for distinguishing the severity of an injury is quite unique. Yours is called 'not a big deal,' but mine is called 'serious'?"
"How can this be the same? You're a woman." Shen Muzhi put down her clothes and immediately pressed the nurse call button.
Xiang Zhilan recalled that everyone in Shen Mu's family was a soldier, and they all doted on their wives like precious flowers. She was worried about Xiao Kui's future, thinking that she might be spoiled even more by the Shen family.
It seems that Xiao Kui is the only girl in the three generations of the Shen family.
The nurse came over immediately, thinking something had happened to the patient, but the patient was full of energy and asked her to get some bruise-reducing ointment.
After receiving the bruise-dispersing ointment, the nurse asked him where he wanted it applied, and it turned out that it was for the family member accompanying him in the room who wanted it applied.
The nurse, wanting to avoid being a third wheel, simply put down the ointment and left.
Xiang Zhilan tried to call out to her but couldn't. Finally, she looked at the ointment and Shen Muzhi.
"Let me apply it for you." Shen Muzhi opened the ointment and squeezed some onto her hand.
Xiang Zhilan felt embarrassed and awkward, since she had already seen it anyway, so she let him apply it for her.
Shen Muzhi had no evil intentions and helped her rub away the bruises.
"Thank you." Xiang Zhilan put down the clothes, then looked at him and saw that his face was a little pale. She said worriedly, "Are you pretending to be strong again? Your back hurts so much but you're pretending to be fine."
Shen Muzhi shook his head: "It's just a bit of a mess, you can be discharged today."
"You want to be discharged in this condition?!" Xiang Zhilan frowned and said in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to be discharged!"
“I can still lie down at home after I’m discharged,” Shen Muzhi sighed softly as he saw her tense face. “I just don’t want to spend the New Year in the hospital again.”
Xiang Zhilan paused slightly, noticing the key point, and frowned in confusion: "Again?"
"The year before last, I stayed in the hospital for half a month during the Spring Festival." Shen Muzhi still remembers the desolation at that time. Although he has never liked crowds, being alone in the hospital during the Spring Festival made him feel like an old man in his twilight years, with boundless loneliness.
Xiang Zhilan recalled that the year before last was the year after she left. So he spent it in the hospital?
"Then I'll call Butler Chen and have him arrange a car to pick you up." Xiang Zhilan patted her pockets and realized she hadn't taken her phone.
"Use mine, it's in my coat pocket," Shen Muzhi said.
Xiang Zhilan picked up his coat hanging at the foot of the bed, took out his phone, turned on the screen, and asked, "What's the password?"
"0229," Shen Muzhi reported.
Xiang Zhilan typed in casually, and paused when she got to nine. Wasn't this set of numbers her birthday?
She pressed nine, then paused for a moment. The screen displayed photos of her and her children, photos of their first birthdays.
She pursed her lips, tapped into her contacts, and saw that the first one was her wife, along with her profile picture.
Xiang Zhilan looked up at him. Was he doing this on purpose? Why didn't he arrange them according to the alphabetical order?
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