believe me, I can convince him to take you to the hospital for another check-up. 。 。Then, she swallowed nervously, wiped her temple with her hand, and casually dabbed at her clothes. 。"You don't have...In the hospital room.
As soon as He Hanchuan closed the door, he let go of Xiang Wan, stumbling to the chair and collapsing onto it with a pale face. His breathing was slightly rapid.
Waena stood pressed against the door, her face expressionless as she watched the blood drip from her palm onto the ground, drop by drop. The crimson liquid slowly seeped into her patient's gown, and she remained motionless, silent.
He glanced at her, He Hánchuan's eyes dimmed slightly. He pursed his lips and pressed the emergency call button by the bed.
After a few moments, Dr. Qian arrived with two nurses in a hurry.
When Dr. Qian saw that Yue was sitting perfectly fine on the hospital bed, his face darkened considerably. He glared at her with displeasure and asked, "What happened to you again"
"It wasn't her, it was me." He Hanchuan covered his wound in the abdomen and said calmly.
Dr. Qian subconsciously thought that something had happened to Xiang Wan since she lived in this ward. It wasn't until He Hanchuan spoke that he realized He Hanchuan's hospital gown was covered in blood, and there was also a pool of blood on the ground, which was shocking to see.
"An injury" Dr. Qian asked.
He hummed in response, "It's already been stitched up. It might have cracked open."
“Then why didn’t you press the emergency button in your ward One case is pulmonary edema and the other is a leg injury, they are completely different! You're being ridiculous!” Dr. Qian blew his beard and glared at He Hanchuan, berating him.
He was pale even in his lips at this moment, but when he spoke, he still sounded as if nothing had happened. "I won't die."
Dr. Qian felt that things were bad enough every day, but today was especially rough. He turned his head and shouted at the two nurses behind him, "Quickly call Dr. Zhou and tell him to come over as soon as possible!"
The nurse replied with a sound, and hurried to make a phone call.
Another doctor glanced at his phone and said to Dr. Qian, "Dr. Qian, there's been a bit of a situation in Room 612, you need to go over there."
"What are you still standing there for Let's go!" Dr. Qian pushed his glasses up, too lazy to even glance at He Hanchuan and Xiang Wan, and hurried away.
Doctor Qian had just left when Doctor Zhou rushed over, out of breath. He motioned for the nurse behind him to open the medicine box. As he reached for the anesthetic, he put it back down again. "Mr. He... doesn't need this...this one, right"
"Use it." He glanced at Xiang Wan, who was bowing her head and lost in thought. He said, "It hurts too much, I can't bear it."
Then there was reason to stay a while longer.
Dr. Zhou could only take out the anesthetic again, then have him remove his shirt and treat his wound.
Towards Evening sat on the hospital bed, lifting her eyelids to glance at it. Her lower abdomen was stitched together in several places, now a bloody mess, looking particularly gruesome.
She frowned, but it wasn't worry for his injury, but worry for her brother. The wound was so deep and looked serious; she wondered if He Hanchuan would have difficulty with her brother because of this...
"Mr. He, I remember I already reminded you that your wound is very deep and serious. You should rest in bed properly and don't move around. Why didn't you listen"
“This wound on your palm, must have been caused by something sharp No wonder it’s like this! And this wound on your abdomen, let me tell you, don't take it lightly. If the wound tears, it could be life-threatening!”
Just as the wound was about to be closed, Dr. Zhou started talking in a rambling way.
He didn't speak, only glanced at Huai Yi. Seeing her nonchalant expression, a feeling of tightness and pain welled up in his chest.
"Doctor Zhou, would you mind asking if there was anyone at the door when you came over" He Hanchuan's gaze swept over her from time to time, making Xiang Wan feel uncomfortable. She looked at Doctor Zhou and asked.
Dr. Zhou, "There are often people in the hospital corridor. Who do you want to ask"
"Is there a woman sitting in a wheelchair" Hoshimachi asked.
Doctor Zhou shook his head. “I haven't seen him.”
Xiang Wan said okay, stood up directly, holding onto the wall, and walked out with some difficulty.
"Where to" He Hanchuan asked, frowning.
Towards Evening glanced back at him, twitched her lips, and continued walking outward, "I was just saying we were together casually, you wouldn't take it seriously, would you"
Doctor Zhou and two nurses felt awkward about the private matter involving the two people, trying to minimize their presence.
"Stay here with me. About your brother stabbing me, I can let it go." He Hanchuan said.
A-Wan had already reached the door, but upon hearing this, she paused, then leaned against the wall and chair, returning to her sick bed with a sickly pallor.
Before He Hanchuan, she always seemed to have no room to fight back.
The atmosphere in the ward was not good, it was even a bit oppressive and tense. After his wound was treated, Dr. Zhou didn't stay any longer. He reminded them of some precautions and then left in a hurry with two nurses.
Beep—
Beep—
The moment the door closed, my phone vibrated.
向晚 glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone.
Zhou Miao's voice came from over there, "Are you still in the same ward I made some soup to bring to you."
"Mmm." Xiang Wan hung up the phone. It was better to have Zhou Miao around than to be alone with He Hanchuan.
Five or six minutes later, Zhou Miao knocked and walked in. She called out to Zuo Wan, excitedly wanting to say something, but when she saw He Hanchuan lying on the bed beside her, all the words she had rehearsed went down her throat.
"Good morning, Mr. He," Zhou Miao greeted cautiously.
He Hanchuan hummed in response.
The room fell silent once more, the air thickening into a stillness that felt like ice, freezing everyone in their place. Every breath, every movement, seemed to require an immense effort.
"Cheng Yu has been coming to find me for a reconciliation these past few days, I've just been avoiding him. I only came to see you today, don't blame me" The too quiet environment made Zhou Miao's whole body tense up. She forced herself to speak, breaking the silence in a low voice.
"It's okay." Xiang Wan paused, trying her best to treat He Hanchuan, who was lying beside her, as if he were invisible, "You... are you still going to get back together with him"
If you really have no feelings for that man, just have the Dream Hotel's security guards escort Cheng Yu away. There's no need to hide around like this.
Zhou Miao gave a self-deprecating smile and leaned closer to Xiang Wan, whispering, "Maybe I'm just pathetic. I can't forget him, but getting back together is impossible. It's never going to happen."
"Since you can't forget him, why not get back together" He Hanchuan couldn't move his body, but he could speak.
He suddenly spoke, Zhou Miao was startled. After a long while, her voice trembled as she said, "He did many things that hurt me, I...I don't want to get back together with him."
"Not dating, but still thinking about him, wouldn't that be painful" He Hanchuan asked Zhou Miao, but looked at Xiang Wan.
Zhou Miao didn't think this question was really directed at her, so she tactfully didn't answer. Instead, like him, she looked at Xiang Wan.
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