His fingers unconsciously stroked the bed sheet, the IV tube left a red mark on his palm, his Adam's apple rolled but he couldn't speak - those medical details that he thought were "fabricated" by Qin Ying were like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating his understanding of the life-and-death emergency.
Qin Ying pointed to the compression path of the retroperitoneal fascia:
"No one dares to use this method of stopping bleeding now, but in the future..."
"That's enough."
Fu Hanzhou suddenly interrupted, and when he turned his head away, the tips of his ears turned suspiciously red, but his fingertips quietly clenched the edge of the draft, as if he was grasping at the last straw of sanity.
When Qin Ying raised her head, Fu Hanzhou was right in front of her bloodshot but still clear eyes.
There was no pride as he had expected, only deep exhaustion and persistence - like a traveler who had gambled his entire fortune, who was obviously already scarred, but still stubbornly guarding a secret.
The expression on Qin Ying's face that Fu Hanzhou sees most often is the current one.
But he suddenly found that he couldn't understand her.
The cold medical evidence, the pain hidden in her eyes, and the almost stubborn calmness at this moment... all of this was overturning the Qin Ying he knew.
He suddenly felt irritated, as if she had already been standing on some other shore that he could not reach, and he was like a fool who was kept in the dark.
"So, out of worry, you keep thinking about escaping. Do you think I would abandon you because of 'uncleanness'?"
Fu Hanzhou sneered, pinched her chin suddenly, and brushed his fingertips across her cheek, which was pale from staying up late.
"Outside the guesthouse in Chao County, in the alley outside the military compound, did you look at me the same way?"
"You set up a stall, saved money, and were tempted by the opportunity to go abroad—"
His words stopped abruptly, his eyes sharp but hurt:
"It's never Yancheng you're leaving, it's me, right?"
At this moment, he finally understood why he felt uncomfortable when he saw the diary just now.
He risked his life to keep her but still couldn't stop her. That powerlessness and despair was more painful than being injured!
"I don't!"
She subconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes, but was deflated by Fu Hanzhou's half-smile.
She wrote in her diary that the college entrance examination was the first step to escape, and every word and sentence became a knife stabbing herself at this moment.
Qin Ying's eyes were red, and she suddenly shook off his hand:
"That's you in the original book! You're the Fu Hanzhou who didn't even do any investigation and just believed Qin Meihua's slander!"
Fu Hanzhou's fingers stroked the handwriting on the annotation, and his breathing suddenly became rapid:
"If I believe it...will you leave?"
She gently covered the needle hole on the back of his hand, her voice trembling:
"When I came here, I just wanted to survive, but now... I'm afraid you'll never wake up again."
Fu Hanzhou suddenly grasped her wrist, and a scorching heat came from his rough palm:
"So you're working so hard to get into college because you want to escape the ending of the book?"
"So to you... it's just a story in a book? Everything you did was written long ago?"
Fu Hanzhou suddenly coughed a few times, and the vibration of his chest caused a sharp pain in the wound on his abdomen. He frowned and covered his stomach with one hand.
"You risked everything and went all out to save me. Is that part of the plot?"
Qin Ying looked at him, a hint of helplessness and anger flashing in her eyes.
She struggled to free her hand from his, then suddenly pressed his trembling hand against her heart and raised her voice and said:
"Feel how scared I was when your heart beat. I remember it clearly. I saved you not because of any plot, but because I loved you. Why don't you understand?"
A hint of smugness flashed in Fu Hanzhou's eyes. He suddenly pinched her chin, and his fingertips rolled over her trembling lips. The aggression in his eyes almost overwhelmed her:
"In your original world, was there someone like me who was worth your life?"
"No."
Qin Ying's voice trembled and her eyes were red.
"In that world, there's no one I need to risk my life to save, no one who stands up for me when I'm being bullied, and no one..."
She choked and couldn't say any more:
“There’s no one I’m afraid of losing.”
His eyes locked on her:
"Tell me—how did Qin Ying die in the original book?"
Qin Ying's nails dug deep into her palms.
Those words about prison, betrayal and death surged in my mind, and Fu Hanzhou's body temperature was transmitted through my palm.
She took a deep breath and finally spoke softly:
"In the original book, Qin Ying was raped by Zhao Shunxi, and you divorced her on the grounds of 'uncleanliness'. She was driven back to the Qin family, and was eventually imprisoned by Qin Meihua, where she died miserably."
"Being framed and imprisoned... and dying in there?!"
Fu Hanzhou's voice suddenly broke, as if someone had strangled his throat.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and the hand holding her suddenly trembled.
He suddenly pulled her into his arms, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood. However, his mind told him that "traveling through a book" was absurd. His chest still bore the marks of her pressing on it during first aid, but his chin rested on the top of her head, avoiding her gaze.
This contradiction made his throat taste rusty, and he didn't know whether it was the pain of the wound or the tearing in his heart.
“It’s not the original book now.”
His voice was muffled in her hair, but his fingers unconsciously stroked the back of her neck, as if to confirm whether her body temperature was real.
"No one can touch you while I'm here—unless you tell me first how much truth there is hidden in these lies!"
Qin Ying felt his heartbeat was abnormally fast under his military uniform, and his body, which had been shot, was trembling slightly.
She knew that what he believed in was not the absurd concept of "traveling through a book", but the fear and fragility in her eyes, and the details that were piled up with advanced medical skills and real emotions.
In silence, Fu Hanzhou's fingertips quietly hooked around her waist - the warm touch burning his palms made him feel at ease and feel that this was not a dream.
He suddenly chuckled, with self-mockery:
"External chest compressions, portal area mutations... only you can make up these nonsense."
She looked up suddenly, only to see the tips of his ears flushed red.
He turned his face away, grabbed the enamel pot beside his pillow and drank a sip of water. When his Adam's apple rolled, Qin Ying knew that he might still doubt the authenticity of "traveling through the book", but the temperature of his palm at this moment had already shown that he was trustworthy and reliable.
Fortunately, Fu Hanzhou at this time is different from the one in the book. Thinking of the fear, worry and helplessness she felt when she first came.
"Well, now you will write me a letter of recommendation for the college entrance examination and protect me in front of Qin Meihua... None of this is in the plot!"
He turned his face away, the redness on the tips of his ears had not yet faded, but he suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and gently pressed her against his broad chest.
"Travel through a book? No matter where you go, I'll lock you in the military marriage register!"
The sun was shining brightly outside the window. Fu Hanzhou stared at her trembling fingertips and suddenly remembered that when she was conscious, there was a heart-wrenching voice that was doing first aid while crying and calling his name.
His voice was hoarse:
"Gu Ping'an...what role is she in the book?"
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