Before he finished speaking, Fu Qixun's figure had disappeared at the door of the ward.
"I know, Mom!"
As the footsteps gradually faded away, Qin Ying fell into the accompanying chair.
The dusk outside the window deepened, dyeing Fu Hanzhou's outline into a bluish-gray color.
She leaned against the edge of the bed, gasping for breath, and the composure she had just maintained had completely disappeared.
The regular ticking of the monitor was particularly clear in the silent ward.
The green light on the instrument flickered between the two of them, but she felt as if there was an unbridgeable abyss between them - the secrets that were about to break out of the ground, wrapped in blood and truth, roared in the silence.
Wei Zhuolan's seemingly casual words were like a sharp dagger, piercing her most secret wound.
He sensed something was wrong and wondered if a bigger crisis was waiting for her.
She didn't eat or drink a drop of water for a whole day, but she didn't feel hungry.
She mechanically wiped the cold sweat from Fu Hanzhou's forehead. When her fingertips touched his pale skin, she suddenly remembered Wei Zhuolan's half-smile before he left.
In the smell of disinfectant, Fu Qixun's warning, Xu Jinshu's concern, and Fu Hanting's admiring gaze flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.
She rubbed her aching temples. After experiencing the explosion and life-threatening surgery in one day, all her strength seemed to be drained away.
At this moment, there was a light knock on the door of the ward, and Xiaocheng's voice came:
"sister in law?"
"Come in."
Qin Ying turned her head and responded to the door.
Xiaocheng pushed the door open and walked in, holding a schoolbag stained by fireworks in his arms, looking a little embarrassed:
"Sister-in-law, your schoolbag was left in the car. I thought you might need it since you didn't go to school today, so I brought it here."
He gently placed his schoolbag on the table beside him, looked at the bed, and said with concern:
"Captain Fu...how is he doing?"
Qin Ying looked at the familiar schoolbag, her heart warmed, and she said softly:
"The operation was successful, but he hasn't woken up yet."
"That's good, that's good."
Xiao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Today was truly thrilling. I... I failed to protect you and caused you to encounter the explosion..."
"It's not your fault."
Qin Ying interrupted him.
"It was an unexpected situation, and none of us expected it. Fortunately, you were here, so I'm okay."
Xiao Cheng scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, and lowered his voice again:
"The military district has blocked off the west side of the city and is conducting an investigation. Checkpoints have been set up at every intersection.
After the people from headquarters came to support, they chased them for three kilometers..."
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
"It's a pity that the guy got away."
Run away?
Qin Ying paused while wiping Fu Hanzhou's sweat, and there was no sign of anything unusual on her face.
It was obvious that Qin Qinghua came prepared, and there were three people to support him.
"Don't blame yourself."
She straightened up, folded the towel neatly and placed it in the basin, her voice unusually calm.
"He's my brother."
Seeing Xiaocheng suddenly look up, she looked at the medicine slowly dripping from Fu Hanzhou's infusion tube, her voice still faint:
"He felt that I was responsible for his parents' arrest."
Xiao Cheng opened his mouth, but finally uttered only one sentence:
“You’ve suffered.”
He wiped his face, revealing fresh scratches on the cuffs of his uniform.
"Don't worry, the army will never let any bad guy go. I've applied to join the task force, and we'll dig deep into the ground..."
"The most important thing now is Captain Fu."
Qin Ying interrupted him and glanced at the injuries on his body:
"You should also go and take care of the wound."
Xiao Cheng finally reacted and subconsciously straightened his back and saluted:
"Sister-in-law, don't be too tired. If you need any help, just call me. I'll be waiting outside."
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaocheng."
Qin Ying smiled gratefully.
As he turned around, his Liberation shoes made a heavy sound on the ground and he closed the door gently.
Qin Qinghua will definitely not be able to escape this time. He will die now. He has brought disaster upon himself. She doesn't need to worry about him anymore.
Xiaocheng's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor. Qin Ying looked at the schoolbag on the table and felt panicked when she thought of the secret hidden inside.
She dragged her legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, to the window.
The pitch-black night spread over the red brick walls of the hospital, turning the branches of the sycamore trees into inky silhouettes.
Touching the hard-cover diary in my schoolbag, the cold touch crawled into my heart along my fingertips - where should I start?
Saying you're a stranger from another time and space? Talking about medical knowledge that's beyond this era?
Or is it that playing the violin is a skill she has mastered since childhood, so it comes easily to her and is beyond the reach of anyone here?
With a bitter taste in her throat, she slowly sat down on the accompanying chair beside the bed.
His eyes fell on Fu Hanzhou's face, which was covered with scratches. The interlaced bloodstains clung to his pale skin like thorns.
The scars all over her body silently told of the tragedy of that time and reminded her of her determination when she rushed to the battlefield.
"fool……"
She murmured, her fingertips hovering above his injured cheek before finally falling limply.
During those eight thrilling hours in the operating room, wasn't she gambling with her life?
Betting that he can survive, betting that they still have a chance to reveal all the secrets.
Sleepiness came over her like a tide, and she struggled to lean her head against the edge of the bed. In a trance, she heard the roar of the explosion and the collision of surgical instruments.
In a daze, she felt a pair of warm hands touching her hair, with a familiar scent of tobacco.
When Fu Hanzhou woke up, the green light from the monitor was reflecting Qin Ying's curled up face.
There were still traces of dried tears on her eyelashes, and her right hand was tightly grasping his sleeve, like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood.
There were dull pains in my chest, and I didn't know if it was from the wound or the spreading heartache.
He raised his hand with difficulty and gently brushed the dark circles under her eyes with his fingertips. Memories came flooding back like a tide - her figure buried in a book under the lamp, her enthusiastic smile to customers when she was setting up a stall, and her shy and charming look when she was deeply in love, all turned into his desperate waiting at this moment.
"Qin Ying..."
His low, hoarse voice startled her.
Qin Ying raised her head suddenly and met his smiling eyes.
Tears burst out instantly, she rushed over but didn't dare to touch his wound, she could only clutch the corner of the quilt and sob:
"Fu Hanzhou, you scared me to death..."
Fu Hanzhou looked at her messy hair and red eyes, his Adam's apple moved, and a weak smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"I know you can't bear to leave me, so I dare not die!"
He teased in a hoarse voice, but his eyes were so gentle that tears could drip from them.
Listening to his teasing, Qin Ying's tears continued to fall like beads from a broken string.
"You still say, do you know how dangerous this time is?"
If she hadn't known about this method, Fu Hanzhou would have been powerless to save the situation.
Seeing that she couldn't stop crying, Fu Hanzhou wiped away her tears with his hand that was not receiving the IV. He paused slightly when his fingertips brushed her cold earlobe.
"I was wrong. I will punish you as you please."
"Are you betting that I'll spend the rest of my life guarding a corpse and feeling guilty?"
"I bet you...have me in your heart!"
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