Xiao Xin suppressed his guilty expression, smiled and nodded, trying to appear calm: "Okay... okay, let's go take a look."
In fact, if you get even a little closer to him, you can hear Xiao Xin's thunderous heartbeat.
Yu Muqing slightly curled the corners of her lips, glanced at Xiao Xin with indifferent eyes, put one hand in her pocket, and walked towards the door first.
The manager stood by the door, stepping aside to let Yu Muqing pass.
After everyone had left, the manager went to the bedside to help Xiao Xin up and whispered in Xiao Xin's ear, "What did the boss just say to you?"
Xiao Xin propped herself up in bed and answered truthfully, "They asked some questions about Fu Yan."
Manager: "What did you say?"
Xiao Xin straightened up and, with the manager's help, walked towards the door.
He said, "I told him I didn't know he was looking for me."
The manager nodded and didn't say anything more.
…
In the VIP ward.
Fu Yan leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the birds on the branches outside the window.
He had just finished changing his dressing, and the doctor was cleaning up medical waste next to him. The only sounds in the ward were the rustling of things being collected and the chirping of birds outside the window.
Actually, he didn't wake up early; it was already 5 p.m., twelve hours after the surgery ended.
Yu Muqing rushed to Fu Yan's bedside, turned his face around, looked at the large gauze on the back of his head, and asked, "Xiao Yan, is anything uncomfortable?"
Fu Yan's blank gaze turned wary the moment he saw Yu Muqing.
He frowned and looked at Yu Muqing: "Who... are you?"
Fu Yan's tone was distant, and he looked at Yu Muqing as if she were a stranger.
Yu Muqing's smile froze, completely bewildered by Fu Yan's reaction.
He released his grip on Fu Yan's hands and turned to ask the doctor, "Doctor, what's wrong with him?"
The doctor packed up his tools, glanced at Fu Yan, then shook his head helplessly, and said to Mu Qing while holding the tray, "Let's talk in private."
Just as Yu Muqing and the doctor stepped out the door, Xiao Xin, supported by the manager, also arrived at the door.
Xiao Xin looked up and met Yu Muqing's piercing gaze, which seemed to carry a hint of anger.
He paused in his forward steps, a slight chill creeping down his neck and down his spine to his tailbone.
Yu Muqing glanced at him, then turned and closed the door behind her. She then said to the two bodyguards by the door, "No one is allowed to enter without my permission."
"yes."
"yes."
Yu Muqing's words seemed more like they were meant for Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed the dryness in his throat. From Yu Muqing's tone, he sensed blame and wariness.
His beloved younger brother has been hospitalized for two days in a row because of him. Who would be nice to him in that situation?
Xiao Xin lowered his head and gave a bitter smile. Needless to say, his "two hundred million" was definitely gone...
Yu Muqing turned and followed the doctor. Seeing Xiao Xin still standing there, she turned back and called out, "Xiao Xin, you come too."
This was the first time Yu Muqing had addressed him by his full name.
For some reason, hearing his words made Xiao Xin feel a tightness in her chest, and even made it difficult to breathe.
Xiao Xin didn't say much, and followed Yu Muqing's steps.
As he passed by the ward door, he subconsciously glanced at the small window on the door.
But he was stunned at first glance.
Fu Yan's deep eyes were quietly meeting his gaze through the small window.
Xiao Xin felt a chill run down his spine, and his heart rate began to spike rapidly.
He frowned slightly and quickly looked away.
Damn it, I saw a ghost in broad daylight...
Fu Yan's eyes looked like he wanted to devour him.
Xiao Xin felt a chill run down his spine when he recalled it. He shook his head and quickened his pace to catch up with Yu Muqing.
The manager noticed his sudden quickening of pace, glanced at the ward door in confusion, and then instantly understood.
He hurriedly lowered his head and quickened his pace to catch up with Xiao Xin.
…
In the doctor's office, there was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.
Yu Muqing sat opposite the doctor, while Xiao Xin and the manager stood awkwardly to the side with their heads down.
No one spoke first, making the atmosphere particularly tense.
The doctor flipped through the medical record book, adjusted his glasses, glanced at Xiao Xin, and asked with concern, "Young man, you sleep quite a lot..."
Xiao Xin felt a gaze fall on him, and when he looked up, he saw the doctor from yesterday staring at him. He gave an awkward laugh: "How long have I been asleep?"
"About seventeen hours..."
The doctor spoke slowly, like a hypnotic drug.
Xiao Xin pursed her lips, nodded, and said nothing more.
Yu Muqing sat opposite the doctor, watching him talk about topics unrelated to Fu Yan, and her expression grew increasingly impatient.
He frowned slightly and tapped the table twice with his knuckles: "Could you please tell me about the patient's condition first?"
The doctor then shifted his gaze from Xiao Xin, adjusted his glasses to look at Yu Muqing, and continued flipping through the medical record book, muttering, "The patient suffered brain damage and is at risk of amnesia. You saw it yourself, he doesn't remember you..."
Yu Muqing's hand on the table gradually clenched into a fist, the veins on her forearm bulging faintly, as if she was enduring something. She asked uncertainly in a trembling voice, "Amnesia? Don't you remember me?"
Xiao Xin, standing to the side, was also taken aback. Listening to Yu Muqing's tone, each word uttered with gritted teeth, his heart pounded...
Well, now that Fu Yan isn't dead, it's his turn to die.
Xiao Xin's hands, hanging by his sides, were tightly gripping his trouser legs, his palms slightly sweaty.
The manager, who was listening nearby, was alarmed. He tightened his grip on Xiao Xin's arm, making Xiao Xin feel a sharp pain.
He bared his teeth and slapped the hand that was on his arm. The manager then realized what was happening and hurriedly let go.
The doctor glanced at the three people's tense expressions, and finally focused his gaze on Yu Muqing's eyes.
Yu Muqing's eyes were red, and her chest heaved slightly, as if she was suppressing her anger.
The doctor glanced at him, noticing he was on the verge of a breakdown, and quickly tried to comfort him: "Don't worry too much. The patient lost so much blood and was seriously injured. In that situation, just surviving was a miracle..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yu Muqing stood up, grabbed Xiao Xin by the collar, and shoved him against the wall behind him.
Xiao Xin staggered, still not realizing what had happened.
Yu Muqing's fist came flying towards his eye.
Xiao Xin instinctively closed his eyes. His breath hitched, his heart leaped into his throat, and he waited quietly for the storm of fists to rain down on his face.
Thirty seconds passed in a flash, and Xiao Xin waited in vain for the fist that was about to land on his face.
With no sound around him, Xiao Xin narrowed his eyes and realized that Yu Muqing's fist had been intercepted in mid-air by another hand.
Damn, do you have a death wish? Who dares to stop Yu Muqing at this crucial moment...?
A deep, steady voice sounded in my ear: "Let him go."
Xiao Xin's heart skipped a beat; he suddenly felt that the voice sounded slightly familiar...
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