Chapter 44

Chen Zonghao panicked when he saw her red eyes. He lowered his head and whispered to comfort her, "Don't cry. It doesn't hurt."

Song Shu curled her lips and said uncomfortably: "I didn't cry."

She sniffed as she spoke, and after listening to his words, she looked at his wound and said unhappily, "You said it doesn't hurt, that's bullshit."

Song Shu was getting a little angry as she spoke, and didn't want to pay any more attention to him. She picked up the medicine on the table and disinfected him first, then used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to apply it around the wound. However, even though she was a little angry, she subconsciously slowed down her movements.

Song Shu had experienced the pain of using disinfectant to disinfect a wound. At that time, her wound was just a small one. But now the man seemed to feel no pain at all, and did not even blink. Instead, she, who was helping to treat the wound, did not dare to do anything.

While carefully disinfecting him, Song Shu couldn't help but ask him, "Does it hurt?"

Chen Zonghao looked down at her coaxing him like a child. He didn't feel any pain at all, just an itchy feeling in his heart. "It doesn't hurt."

Song Shu didn't believe him because he said it didn't hurt, and she just moved more gently. Chen Zonghao felt his heart sink as he watched her, and it felt soft.

After disinfection, Song Shu picked up the medicine and looked at it, then sprinkled the powder on his wound, and finally picked up a clean bandage to carefully re-bandage him.

She only knew how to bandage it superficially and was always worried about hurting him, but the man seemed to be like a piece of wood and didn't feel any pain. He just followed her movements. Song Shu felt that he wouldn't cry out in pain even if she hit his wound.

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Chen Zonghao just kept looking down at her, watching her fluttering eyelashes, her serious eyebrows, and her careful and focused movements. It was the first time he felt such care from someone, and he couldn't help but want to hold this care in his hands for a long time.

Song Shu helped him apply the medicine, but she felt that this was a bit sloppy. She looked up at him and asked worriedly, "Should we go to the hospital for treatment?"

Chen Zonghao stared at her eyebrows and shook his head, "No need, the wound has been sutured and the scar will heal in a few days."

Chen Zonghao didn't tell her that the wound was treated in a small clinic. He also thought it was nothing. He had suffered more serious injuries in the beginning, but there was no need to tell her and make her worry.

Song Shu disagreed with what he said, "It's too late tonight, it's not convenient to go to the hospital, we still have to go to the hospital tomorrow."

You can't treat it so casually. Sometimes the wound may become infected and even fatal.

Chen Zonghao was about to say no, but when he saw her red eyes, which showed her genuine concern for him, he didn't want to let her down, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what he said. She thought he would be stubborn and refuse to go to the hospital.

Suddenly she thought of other symptoms that the wound might cause, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead to test his temperature. She was afraid that the wound might cause a fever.

Chen Zonghao only felt a soft hand on his forehead. He tried to lean back out of habit, but she glared at him and said, "Don't move. Let me take your temperature."

Seeing that he wanted to retreat, Song Shu didn't care about anything else. She put her hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving. She put her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. After checking it, she found that it was a little high. She was a little unsure and checked it with the back of her hand. It was still a little high. She asked worriedly, "Do you have a fever? The temperature is a little high."

Chen Zonghao looked at her and couldn't help but gently rubbed the back of her hand with his forehead. "Don't worry, it's just a low fever. There's antipyretic medicine in the medicine box. Just take some and it will be fine."

Song Shu didn't notice his little move. She withdrew her hand after hearing his words. Seeing that there was indeed antipyretic medicine on the table, she took the kettle and poured him a cup of warm water. Then she untied the bag of antipyretic medicine, took his hand, and poured the medicine into his uninjured hand, "Take it."

She picked up the glass of water, ready to feed him the water after watching him swallow the medicine.

Chen Zonghao didn't say that his hand could still hold a glass of water. He just quickly threw the antipyretic medicine into his mouth, then took a big sip of water from her hand, "Alright."

Song Shu saw him finish taking the medicine, took out a few tissues from the table and handed them to him, "Wipe your mouth." Even though she was careful, some water still spilled out.

Chen Zonghao took it and wiped his mouth.

After treating his wound, Song Shu saw that his face was pale. Even though he said he was fine, it was obvious that he was not feeling well. So she said, "You should go and have a rest. We can talk tomorrow if you have anything else."

Although she had a lot to ask him, she wanted to ask where he had been these days and how he got injured.

But seeing his sick face, all her previous anger turned into worry, and she could feel that Chen Zonghao didn't want her to know about his affairs in the club. Every time he talked to her about this, he was a little resistant and disgusted. That kind of disgust was not towards her but towards himself, so Song Shu no longer asked questions about this.

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Today was the most relaxing day for Chen Zonghao so far. After struggling out of that mess, he couldn't wait to go home and see her. Perhaps that was why he was rushing back even though he was injured.

He could finally stand beside her without any burden. He had eliminated all the unstable factors. He didn't want those dirty things that didn't belong in her life to bother her or make her worry. But today he could finally put down the burden, "Ah Shu..."

Song Shu heard his deep voice calling her name and looked up at him. He was staring at her intently, as if he wanted to suck her in. He looked so serious that she couldn't help but slow down her breathing. "What's wrong?"

Chen Zonghao's throat rolled, "These things will never happen again in the future."

Song Shu looked at him, and understood the meaning of his words. She also knew that he must have paid a lot to say this, and how heavy the promise of this sentence was.

For a moment, Song Shu felt her nose getting a little sour and her eyes getting hot. She turned her head away and said, "Oh, I see. That's good. Otherwise, if you get hurt again next time, I don't know who will give you medicine." As she spoke, her voice gradually became choked.

It seemed as if all the fear and worry I had felt from seeing him injured all night came flooding back after he said this.

Chen Zonghao didn't expect that just this sentence would make her cry. She turned her head and suddenly a tear rolled down her cheek. Chen Zonghao couldn't help but reach out his hand to catch the tear.

The tears were very light, so light that he could not feel their weight when they fell into the palm of his hand, but they were also very heavy, so heavy that his heart seemed to be hit hard by a stick.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand and turn her face back to face. This was the second time he saw her cry. The first time she cried because she was scared by him, and this time she cried because she was worried about him. Chen Zonghao's heart ached when he saw her crying, but the shameful thing was that he also felt some secret happiness and satisfaction in his heart. She cried for him.

Chen Zonghao held her face with both hands and wiped her tears with his fingers. His fingertips were thick and he didn't dare to use force. He could only wipe away her tears gently. "Don't cry." He would feel bad.

Song Shu sniffed and retorted, "I'm not crying. I was just helping you disinfect your eyes, but I didn't wash my hands. The disinfectant accidentally got into your eyes and stung you."

Chen Zonghao nodded, rubbing her face gently with his hands, "Yeah."

Song Shu looked at his jaw and continued, "Anyway, I'm not the one who's injured, and I'm not the one who's in pain." There was some negativity in her words.

Chen Zonghao said in a good-tempered tone: "It hurts."

Song Shu rolled her eyes at him and said, "Then you just said it didn't hurt."

Chen Zonghao looked at her, "I'm afraid you'll worry." He thought to himself, but now I really want you to worry.

Song Shu curled her lips and said, "I wouldn't..." She was about to utter those two words, "worry", but when she met his eyes that looked as if he would reveal sadness if she said it, she didn't utter those two words in the end.

Song Shu was speechless for a moment. She felt him touching her face and hands, and for a moment she felt uncomfortable, so she turned her head to the side.

Chen Zonghao withdrew his hand obediently and rubbed his fingertips, as if still feeling the warmth of her face.

Song Shu tilted her head and saw the clock hanging in the living room. It showed 12:15. A new day had begun. Today was Chen Zonghao's birthday. She couldn't help but turn her head back to look at him. Her words came out faster than her thoughts. "Happy birthday, Chen Zonghao."

Chen Zonghao heard her blessing and looked at her eyes which were brighter after being washed by tears. That was the brightness he liked. His eyebrows relaxed and he said, "Thank you."

No one had said happy birthday to him for many years. This year, she was the first one to say happy birthday to him. He wished he could record these words forever.

Song Shu didn't know that his heart was in turmoil because of her simple blessing. After wishing him a happy birthday, she realized that it was very late and he was still injured, so she urged him to rest again, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly, you are still injured."

As she spoke, she stood up, pulled him up, pushed him to his room, asked him to take off his shoes and lie down on the bed. Seeing him lying down, Song Shu was afraid that he would be thirsty in the middle of the night, so she poured a glass of water and placed it on the small table beside the bed. After all, he had a fever and needed water.

Song Shu put the cup away and looked at him lying on the bed. She couldn't help but remind him, "If you are thirsty, there is water here. If you feel uncomfortable, be sure to call me."

Chen Zonghao was lying on the bed, watching her busying around, covering him with a quilt, pouring water, and carefully instructing him. Chen Zonghao showed no impatience on his face, and accepted all her worries, "I know."

Before leaving, Song Shu felt a little worried and checked his forehead temperature. Maybe it was because he took the antipyretic medicine, so the temperature was a little lower. Still a little worried, she reminded him again: "If you feel hot, be sure to call me."

Chen Zonghao seemed to agree to whatever she said, enjoying her care, "Okay."

Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Song Shu said to him, "Then I'll go back to my room."

Chen Zonghao saw her tired face and gave her a comforting smile, "Well, go and have a rest. I'll call you if there's anything."

Song Shu felt relieved after hearing what he said. She was afraid that he would be stubborn and bear the discomfort without telling her. After hearing what he said, she went back to her room and went to sleep with peace of mind.

But it seemed that she was always thinking about his injury. At around three or four in the middle of the night, Song Shu woke up once, got up and went to his room to check on him.

The man was sleeping in bed with a night light on. Song Shu had asked him to turn it on before she left, fearing that he might bump into it if he got up in the middle of the night.

Chen Zonghao originally wanted to say that he was very familiar with every corner of this house, and that he injured his hand, not his eye, so he would not touch it, but seeing that she was thinking about him, he did not say anything in the end.

With the help of the night light, Song Shu saw the man lying on the bed and sleeping with his eyes closed. His breathing was steady, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Song Shu moved closer to the bed, bent down, stretched out a hand and placed it on his forehead to check the temperature. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the normal temperature of his forehead. Fortunately, the antipyretic medicine worked and the fever completely subsided.

Taking her hand back, Song Shu couldn't help but look at him for a few seconds before leaving, muttering softly: "Don't worry even if you become penniless, you still have me. I'm a wealthy woman now."

After saying that, Song Shu looked at him a few more times, then turned and walked out, gently closing the door for him.

When the door closed, the man on the bed opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head. He had actually woken up when Song Shu came in. He was afraid that opening his eyes would scare her, so he pretended to be asleep, but he didn't expect to hear a few words she mumbled.

Thinking back to her words, Chen Zonghao curled the corners of his mouth.