"Dr. Zhao, come quick! The patient in bed sixteen is awake, he's awake."
Upon hearing the shouts, Dr. Zhao rushed into the ward. After examining the patient, he exclaimed, "Qi Yanjue, you're really something! You've survived so many injuries without dying from the pain."
Qi Yanjue struggled to sit up, not recklessly, but urgently to confirm something of life and death.
The woman who, in his desperate moment of critical injury, crashed headfirst into the wall, is now either dead or alive.
"Lie still!" Dr. Zhao hurriedly pressed him down. "I'm going to wash my hands. When I get back, I'll tell you all about how scary your injuries are. You don't want to die like this."
After saying that, he hurriedly left the ward.
Qi Yanjue ignored her, stubbornly propping himself up, disregarding the pain from the thick bandages wrapped around his body, and sharply glared at the nurse who was changing his IV drip.
Where is Song Yueying?
"Who is it?" The nurse stopped hanging the IV drip.
“An eighteen-year-old female comrade, she has a wound on her forehead,” Qi Yanjue added, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
The nurse frowned and thought for a long time: "No, the emergency room didn't admit any women with forehead injuries today."
"No?" Qi Yanjue's heart sank.
Was it his companions who arrived at the scene and brought him to the hospital? Was Song Yueying left on the spot as if she were someone who came to kill him, or was she executed on the spot?
"Hey, wait a minute! Why are you sitting up? Dr. Zhao said your injury is serious and you need to lie down." The nurse realized what was happening and quickly stopped her.
"What are you lying down for!" Qi Yanjue had just sat up when he tried to get out of bed again.
Upon returning and seeing this scene, Dr. Zhao was furious.
He pointed at Qi Yanjue and cursed angrily, "You think I'm ignoring you? How many stitches did you get all over your body? How many bones are broken? If you keep messing around like this, you deserve to die!"
Qi Yanjue didn't feel much pain throughout his body, but his throat was dry and uncomfortable. He endured the discomfort and asked, "Have you seen Song Yueying?"
Dr. Zhao was amused by his reckless attitude, but then changed the subject, mumbling, "Who can I see? I'm in a hurry, you're the only patient. If you're in a hurry, wait until you look like a human being before you talk about anything else!"
"Who is Song Yueying?" The nurse's curiosity was piqued again.
"Family members." Qi Yanjue blurted out these words without thinking.
Dr. Zhao looked at him abruptly, her eyes filled with astonishment. He'd come here specifically to get a divorce, so how did he suddenly become a family member?
"You have a family now?" the nurse asked in surprise, her tone tinged with undisguised jealousy.
Not wanting to answer the nurse's rude question, Qi Yanjue looked at Dr. Zhao and asked, "Who brought me to the hospital?"
The nurse quickly answered, "It was a woman and a child."
A lesbian and a child? Qi Yanjue frowned. Where did these lesbians and children come from?
Just then, Song Yueying walked in carrying a net bag of oranges and a few apples. Seeing that the doctor and nurses were in the ward, she stopped and stood still.
Dr. Zhao and the nurse both looked at her.
The nurse recognized her as the one who brought Qi Yanjue to the hospital; her forehead was completely smooth, without a single injury.
When this woman was wearing her blood-stained clothes, she looked like an ignorant country bumpkin. Now, dressed in a floral dress, she looks beautiful and elegant, like a city dweller.
A hint of doubt and subtle dissatisfaction flashed in the nurse's eyes.
She stepped forward, her questioning tone even tinged with sarcasm, "Hey, on your way here, did you see a woman who looked about eighteen years old with a big hole in her forehead?"
"If you see it, tell us quickly, so as not to delay this comrade from finding his family."
The woman with a big hole in her forehead, is that her? Song Yueying frowned, and just as she was about to retort, she heard Qi Yanjue say, "She is the person I'm looking for."
Upon hearing this, Song Yueying's eyes widened, and she panicked even more. What... did he want with her? Could it be that he wanted her to pay the medical bills?
"What? Her!" The nurse, as if her tail had been stepped on, whirled around and pointed at Song Yueying. "You're his family member! Didn't you say you had nothing to do with him?!"
She glared at Song Yueying with eyes that seemed to spit fire, as if she had been deceived emotionally.
Dr. Zhao looked at Song Yueying's face, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Song Yueying's appearance... was completely different from what he had previously guessed.
It's not that Song Yueying isn't good-looking, but rather that she's too beautiful, so beautiful that it's almost edgy.
She was strikingly beautiful, with delicate and exquisite features, showing no trace of gentleness or submissiveness. Yet, her eyes, like naturally polished gemstones, shone brightly and captivated the eye.
Qi Yanjue was a man of noble character, like a flower on a high mountain, and should be paired with a gentle and docile woman. However, by a twist of fate, he saved Song Yueying, who then became attached to him. To protect Song Yueying's reputation, he had no choice but to marry her.
But Song Yueying was a country girl who couldn't be presented in public, and she single-handedly caused chaos throughout the entire residential compound.
Even after Qi Yanjue went on a special mission and sent back news of his death, she couldn't wait to take the compensation money and run back to her hometown to get married.
Seeing that Song Yueying was unharmed, Qi Yanjue was stunned. Then his gaze fell straight on her smooth forehead. Where was the injury? Where was the wound on her forehead from hitting the wall?
She had been unconscious for several days, and the wound on her forehead from hitting the wall had healed.
Ignoring the nurse's furiously contorted face, Song Yueying walked straight to the bedside.
She placed the fruit on the bedside table, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather, and asked Dr. Zhao about his injuries: "Doctor, how badly is he injured?"
Alas, she was really unlucky. A person from decades in the future inexplicably traveled to the 1970s and got caught up in a massacre.
I hope she won't be extorted now...
Faced with the prospect of being extorted for medical expenses, Song Yueying regretted giving him the hemostatic and analgesic pills.
Dr. Zhao smiled reassuringly and said gently, "He is seriously injured and must be hospitalized. If it is not necessary, it is best for him to rest in bed."
"If you can stay still, try not to move unnecessarily."
"Of course." Song Yueying nodded. On the way to the hospital, she had Yueyue scan his entire body.
He had knife wounds on his back, arms, and legs, and there were also signs of broken ribs. The most serious wound was a gunshot wound to his chest; if it had been slightly off-center, it would have been fatal.
His injuries are indeed very serious, and lying still is the best treatment option at present.
Seeing the man's arm wrapped in gauze, Song Yueying said irritably, "You heard what the doctor said, why are you still sitting there pretending to be a tough guy? Lie down now."
With his deep, dark eyes fixed on Song Yueying's forehead, Qi Yanjue asked, "The wound on your forehead..."
“Where is the injury on my forehead? You’re mistaken.” Song Yueying interrupted him, her expression unchanged and her heart pounding.
Seeing that he didn't react, Song Yueying pushed him without hesitation.
Qi Yanjue felt a clever force come over him, and in the blink of an eye, he was steadily laid flat.
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