Qin Ying's knuckles turned white as she gripped the book, wrinkling the pages. She slowly let go.
"When I read this book, I didn't even see the end. I didn't know about Gu Ping'an and Wei Zhuolan, and I never imagined these murders would happen... In the original book, Qin Ying was powerless to protect herself. I worked hard to make money and get into college just to change all that."
She turned her face away, her eyelashes casting shadows on her eyelids, and her voice was like a feather floating in the air:
"But it doesn't matter now. The world has completely spiraled out of control because of my arrival."
Fu Hanzhou was half-sitting at the head of the bed. He suddenly tried to get up, but because he moved too hastily, he pulled the wound on his abdomen and fell back onto the pillow with a groan.
His eyes swept over the "Compilation of Military Region Medical Regulations" opened on the bedside table - it was something he asked Xiaocheng to deliver the day after he woke up.
Article 47 was circled repeatedly in red and blue pencils.
The severe pain made his breathing as heavy as a cow. His fingertips tightly gripped the interface of the infusion tube, and dark red blood flowed upstream along the transparent rubber tube like a twisted earthworm.
"So all these accidents are because of you?"
He pulled out the catheter violently, and the IV tube slammed against the bedside table. Blood splattered on the snow-white sheets, and dazzling red plum blossoms bloomed.
“Hey, you…”
Qin Ying hurriedly picked up the cotton swab, and just as her fingertips touched the back of his hand, he turned his head away.
The man stared at her with bloodshot eyes.
“…Yes and no.”
Qin Ying's eyes were a little evasive, and she lowered her eyes to avoid his burning gaze.
"I thought that changing Qin Ying's fate would end it, but the world in the book is also unknown to me... Or maybe this world will correct itself, and you..."
She suddenly choked up and looked up at him:
"Perhaps you are my biggest variable, because you are not in the plot I have seen!"
Fu Hanzhou's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist, but because he used too much force, the wound was pulled, and his body trembled violently in pain.
The IV pole made a harsh metallic clanging sound as he swung it.
"You said the world would 'correct'—those innocent deaths, the out-of-control Gu Ping'an...was it because you disrupted the original balance?"
Qin Ying's whole body froze, and her memory suddenly flashed back to the scene when Ping An was taken away. Cold sweat slid down her back into the waistband of her pants - those supporting characters who should have been following the routine had now become variables with bared fangs and claws.
"Maybe... she was originally just an insignificant supporting character."
Fu Hanzhou's voice trembled. He wanted to pull her into his arms, but he could only weakly pull the corner of her clothes.
The afterglow of the setting sun climbed up to the tips of his red ears, but his tone was as cold as ice:
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? We could have faced it together!"
Dusk swallowed up the last ray of sunlight, and the ward fell into darkness.
His voice suddenly broke, and his warm breath brushed her trembling eyelashes:
"You said you were a doctor? Then you know, when I woke up and saw you with red eyes saying 'You scared me to death', I thought we were the same."
"Fu Hanzhou..."
"Now tell me..."
His thumb brushed across the corner of her red eye, but with a force that was almost punishing.
"You worked so hard to pave the way, was it to save Qin Ying, or...?"
The voice stopped abruptly, and the Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the second half of the sentence.
The moonlight climbed up the backs of his folded hands, reflecting the winding dried bloodstains at the needle holes.
He looked at her deeply, with complex emotions surging in his eyes, including suspicion, worry, and more importantly, indescribable concern.
He pulled the quilt over the bleeding bandage and glanced at the unfamiliar foreign symbols on the draft paper.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down in the shadows. He turned his face away and said in a firm tone:
"Even so, it doesn't prove that you are from another world."
But the hand holding her wrist tightened more and more, and the warmth of the palm came through her skin.
"From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere. We will slowly 'verify' your story."
However, in the days that followed, Fu Hanzhou never mentioned the "verification" again, but the look in his eyes when he looked at her was more inquiring.
Qin Ying was trapped in the ward and had not been to the publishing house, shop or school for several days.
I watched the man holding his abdomen and holding on to the wall as he slowly practiced walking. He had to stop and gasp for breath every time he took a step, but he still insisted on his rehabilitation treatment.
She tried to test Fu Hanzhou's opinion overtly and covertly, but was rejected by him with a cold look.
The incandescent light from the corridor shone through the window, casting a cold white shadow on his bleeding bandages.
A dead leaf was blown by the wind and gently hit the glass.
"Don't look at it."
He suddenly spoke, his voice filled with suppressed breaths.
"Wei Zhuolan transferred several of his close associates from the Propaganda Department, and people from the Security Department frequently went in and out of the archives."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and his eyes fell on Qin Ying's shocked face.
"A storm is coming."
Last time I had excuses for what happened, but this time everything I find is an excuse.
Qin Ying clenched the notebook in her hand, which contained densely written records of the surgical process.
She remembered how Fu Hanzhou had been flipping through this notebook over and over again these days. It turned out that he had already started planning.
"Tomorrow is the seventh day."
Fu Hanzhou slowly walked to her side, holding on to the wall, with a faint smell of medicine and sweat on his body.
"As usual, Wei Zhuolan will come tomorrow."
He paused and added:
"With his purpose."
As the night deepened, the light in the ward stretched the shadows of the two people very long.
Qin Ying watched Fu Hanzhou sit back on the hospital bed and carefully helped him adjust the bandage on his abdomen.
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