em. 。 ambiguous, suggestive 。"If you really didn't care, why were you angry back then" He Hanchuan's hand rested on her lower back, his gaze fixed on her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as a warmth sp...Inside a hospital room.

As soon as Han Chuan closed the door, he let go of Yanan, staggering to the chair and collapsing onto it with a pale face. His breathing was slightly rapid.

向晚 stood close to the door, her face expressionless as she watched the blood drip from her palm onto the ground. The red liquid slowly soaked through her hospital gown. She didn't move or speak.

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He glanced up at her, He Hanchuan's eyes dimming slightly. He pursed his lips and pressed the emergency button by the bed.

However, in a short while, Dr. Qian arrived with two nurses in a hurry.

When Dr. Qian saw Yuao sitting perfectly fine on the hospital bed, his face turned grim. He squinted at her and asked in a bad mood: "What have you gotten into again"

"It wasn't her, it was me." He Hanchuan covered the wound on his abdomen and said calmly.

Doctor Qian instinctively thought something was wrong with Xiang Wan since she lived in that ward. Just then, He Hanchuan spoke, and he realized that his patient's robe was covered in blood, and there was a pool of blood on the floor, it was quite horrifying to see.

"Injury" Dr. Qian asked.

"He hummed in response, "It's been stitched up, but it might have split open."

"Then why didn't you press the emergency button in your ward One case of pulmonary edema and leg ailment, one a trauma, can an emergency doctor handle them the same way This is just ridiculous!" Doctor Qian blew his mustache and glared at He Hanchuan, shouting.

He was pale, even his lips had lost their color, but when he spoke, he was still as if nothing had happened. "I won't die."

Dr. Qian felt a headache coming on. Bad things happened every day, but today seemed especially bad. He turned to the two nurses behind him and shouted, "Call Dr. Zhou immediately and tell him to get here as soon as possible!"

The nurse replied and quickly dialed the phone.

Another doctor glanced at his phone and said to Dr. Qian, “Dr. Qian, there’s been a situation in room 612, you need to go over there.”

"What are you still doing 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 told the nurses behind him to open the medicine box. As soon as he picked up the anesthetic, he put it back down. “Mr. He… doesn’t need… this one, right”

"It hurts," He Hanchuan glanced at Xiang Wan, who was staring down with a contemplative expression. "It's unbearable."

Then there was reason to stay a while longer.

Dr. Zhou could only take out the anesthetic again, and then had him remove his shirt to treat the wound.

Towards Evening sat on the bed, lifting her eyelids to glance around. Her abdomen was stitched with several needles, now a bloody mess, looking particularly horrifying.

She frowned, but it wasn't worry for his injury. She was worried about her brother. The wound was so deep and looked serious. She wondered if He Hanchuan would make things difficult for her brother because of it...

"Mr. He, I remember I already reminded you that your wound is deep and serious. You should rest in bed properly and not move around. Why don't you listen"

“This wound on your palm, you must have bumped it against something sharp Otherwise, it wouldn't be this bad! And this wound on your abdomen, let me tell you, don't take it lightly. If the wound tears open, it could very well be life-threatening!”

As the wound was almost ready to be sutured, Dr. Zhou chattered on and on.

He didn't say anything, just glanced at Huāniàn. Seeing her indifferent expression, his heart ached with a mixture of dullness and pain.

"Doctor Zhou, could you please tell me if there was anyone at the door when you came over" He Hanchuan's gaze kept flicking towards her, making Xiang Wan feel uneasy. She looked at Doctor Zhou and asked.

Doctor Zhou, “There are always people in the hospital corridors. Who do you want to ask”

"Is there a woman in a wheelchair" Xiangwan asked.

Dr. Zhou shook his head, "I haven't seen it."

向晚 said good, stood up directly, leaned against the wall, and walked out with some difficulty.

"Where to" He Hanchuan asked, frowning.

Towards Evening turned her head and glanced at him, pulled at the corner of her lips, and continued walking outwards. "I was just casually saying we're together, you wouldn't believe me, would you"

Doctor Zhou and the two nurses were all a bit awkward, trying to make themselves less noticeable since it was a private matter between the two people, and not a pleasant one.

"Stay here with me, about what your brother did to me, I can let it slide." He Hanchuan said.

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In front of He Hanchuan, she seemed to always have no time to fight back.

The atmosphere in the ward was not good, to say the least. It was even a bit oppressive and stagnant. After Zhou doctor finished treating his wounds, he didn't stay any longer. He reminded them of some precautions and then left with two nurses in a hurry.

Beep—

Beep—

The moment the door closed, my phone buzzed.

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 you."

"Mm." Xiang Wan hung up the phone. Having Zhou Miao around was always better than being alone with He Hanchuan.

Five or six minutes later, Zhou Miao knocked and walked in. She called out to Xiang Wan, excitedly wanting to say something, but when she saw He Hanchuan lying on the accompanying bed on the other side, all the words she had reached her throat went back down.

"Hello, Mr. He," Zhou Miao greeted cautiously.

He Hanchuan hummed in response.

The ward fell silent again, the air seeming to freeze into ice, holding people captive within the room. Breathing or even moving became an extraordinary feat.

“Cheng Yu has been coming to me these days trying to get back together. I've just been avoiding him, and only came to see you today. Don't blame me, right” The overly quiet environment made Zhou Miao’s every cell tense up. She forced herself to speak, breaking the silence in a hushed tone.

"It's alright." Xiang Wan paused, trying her best to treat He Hanchuan who was lying beside her as if he were transparent, "You... are you still planning on getting back together with him"

If you really have no feelings for that man, just tell the Dream Hotel's security guards to kick Cheng Yu out. There's no need to hide around like this.

Zhou Miao chuckled self-deprecatingly, leaned closer to Xiang Wan, and whispered, "Maybe I'm just pathetic, or maybe I can't forget him. But getting back together is impossible, it's never going to happen."

"If you can't forget him, why not get back together" He Hanchuan couldn't move, but he could speak.

He suddenly spoke, Zhou Miao was startled. After a long time, she trembled and said, "He did many things that hurt me, I...I don't want to get back with him."

"Not getting back together, but still keeping him in your heart, wouldn't that be painful" He Hanchuan asked Zhou Miao, but his gaze was fixed on Xiang Wan.

Zhou Miao didn't think the question was truly directed at her. With tact, she didn't respond but, like him, looked towards Xiang Wan.

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