Qin Ying suddenly felt a bad feeling in her heart, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
She stood up subconsciously, her lower back bumping into the cold bedside table.
"That's not what I meant!"
"What do you mean?"
Fu Hanzhou raised his hand and brushed his fingertips across her wet temples. His movements were intimate but carried a biting chill.
"Are you working so hard to get into university to prove yourself, or do you think that getting into university will give you a way out? That you'll have the ability to protect yourself?"
Qin Ying's eyes suddenly widened as she looked at Fu Hanzhou in surprise. Her mind suddenly went blank as Fu Hanzhou's cold words continued to drill into her ears:
"You always ask me, if you were an illiterate rural woman, would I still like you?"
He suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the back of his hand was so tight that blood flowed back, staining the plastic IV tube bright red. He suddenly brought her in front of him and said through gritted teeth:
"Now let me ask you, do you think I like you because you can play the violin and read those foreign magazines?"
Qin Ying's face turned pale instantly.
A loud thunderclap exploded outside the window, making the pain and suspicion in Fu Hanzhou's eyes particularly clear.
He didn't mention the diary, but every word he said hit her deepest secret.
"Have you read my diary?"
She asked in a trembling voice, finally understanding the testing intention behind Fu Hanzhou's words.
"What is book-traveling?"
Fu Hanzhou held her pen, the tip of the pen glowing coldly under the incandescent light.
"Director Zhang said that when you performed the surgery on me, you mentioned using a urinary catheter instead of an endoscope and converting the hemostatic forceps into a simple clamp. Even the professors in the hospital couldn't think of it, let alone use it."
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed the tip of the pen against her palm.
"Tell me, how did you know that?"
His voice was low and raspy, and his fingertips were still trembling when he released her wrist.
"You said you wanted to 'change Qin Ying's ending', then who are you? Did you never think of staying here from the beginning?"
Qin Ying widened her eyes, staggered back, and knocked over the water glass on the table.
Amidst the splashing water, she finally understood why he reacted indifferently to Gu Ping'an's matter - compared to that vicious woman, he cared more about the truth hidden under her skin.
And her excuses about "independence" and "self-reliance" became lies in front of the diary he had read.
She suddenly caught sight of the familiar diary hidden behind Fu Hanzhou, and her expression froze instantly.
When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still.
"Tell me, what does it mean to travel through a book?"
Fu Hanzhou's voice was hoarse and cracked, but every word was clear.
He suddenly grasped her fingertips and pressed them against his chest, where his heart was beating as fast as a war drum.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me, don't make me guess."
The rain outside the window stopped, and the sunlight came in through the window frame, cutting out a mixture of light and dark between the two people, completely exposing this secret that transcends time and space under the sunlight.
Qin Ying pulled her hand back and silently placed the diary on the bedside table. Her voice was as calm as a scalpel cutting through flesh:
“Because I come from decades later.”
Fu Hanzhou narrowed his eyes, and scrutiny was hidden in the tense fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
He suddenly raised his eyebrows, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his handsome lips unconsciously pursed, and the tip of his tongue seemed to press against his back teeth impatiently, making a slight "click" sound.
In Qin Ying's eyes, this action looked like a dangerous signal from a wild beast grinding its teeth.
The next second, a short sneer exploded from his chest. He half-supported his body by pulling on the IV tube, and his pale knuckles made wrinkles on the plastic tube.
The sarcasm in his eyes was like a cold pond in December, but it also revealed a hint of imperceptible panic:
"Decades later? Qin Ying, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Can I just make up an excuse and get away with it?"
Qin Ying's breathing suddenly stopped, her fingers clenched the crumpled corner of her clothes, her knuckles turning white. She wanted to find a suitable time to tell him all this, but the truth came unexpectedly.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet the gaze that seemed to burn her skin. Her throat was dry and tight, but she still raised her chin stubbornly.
"I didn't lie to you!"
She picked up the diary again, ran her fingertips over the words she had written, and looked up at him seriously:
"If I lied to you, how could a girl from the countryside who grew up being abused understand appendicitis perforation, be proficient in foreign languages, have the advanced thinking to respond to national policies, and how could I perform surgery on you..."
Although she spoke with such confidence, Fu Hanzhou's mood did not ease, but became even more irritated.
If this was true, he felt it was too absurd, like a dream!
But if not, the contents of the diary would not make sense at all about Qin Ying's abilities!
It's so contradictory!
Fu Hanzhou looked at her with sharp eyes, almost piercing through her.
She took a deep breath, calmed her frantic heartbeat, and glanced at Fu Hanzhou's deep eyebrows and eyes, and said slowly:
"Before I say anything, be prepared—what's about to happen will shatter your worldview."
She sat down on a chair beside the bed, her brows lowered, her face serene. She placed the diary gently on her lap, stroking it carefully, as if recalling a long-lost story, and recounted it leisurely:
"I do come from another world, and the world you are in is... a book!"
She raised her eyes and glanced at Fu Hanzhou. Just this sentence was enough for him to find it difficult to understand.
The ward fell into a dead silence, with only the dripping sound of the IV tube. Fu Hanzhou stared at the dark bruises under her eyes, remembering the dark purple bruises on his chest when he woke up. Only then did he realize that she had used "external cardiac massage" to pull herself back from the brink of death.
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