”Call the police, get them to arrest someone. How strange, why can’t I stand up?” She said hazily, her gaze somewhat unfocused, but she didn’t feel any pain! Only her fingertips felt cold, and her whole body had no strength.
Wei Zhanyi was exasperated. Even for such a small matter, she wanted to do it herself? He was right beside her! Couldn’t she “utilize talent” appropriately? He grabbed the phone and called the hospital, urging the ambulance to come quickly.
”Why are you calling an ambulance? You should call the police first.” She thought he was trying to save Wang Youan.
That man wanted to kill him! Wasn’t he being too kind?
You’re hurt.” He immediately called the police.
“Oh.” She really didn’t feel pain anywhere! It probably wasn’t serious.
“Help me turn off the recorder’s button. I just recorded his voice.”
He did as she said, noticing his long fingers were trembling. For the first time, he felt afraid, afraid of losing her!
“Also, my digital camera has video mode. I just took a shot of his appearance.”
“Don’t talk.” He growled, pressing harder on her wound.
“These things can help the police investigate the case and help me write a news article.”
“Shut up!”
The ambulance sound grew closer, and she glared at him angrily.
“You don’t need to keep finding excuses to hold me. Quickly go and pick up my bag that’s scattered around. If something falls out, it’ll be troublesome.” She thought he was just trying to take advantage of her.
He stared at her, staring hard, feeling more powerless and frustrated than ever before, wanting to curse but having to stay silent.
Wasn’t she shot and injured? Wasn’t she bleeding continuously? Why wasn’t she lying obediently in his arms, weak and fragile? Why wasn’t she showing the vulnerable woman’s appearance? Why didn’t she make him feel heartache and pity, as if the bullet had hit him? Did she think she was some female Rambo?
He held her tighter, cursing silently. She had lost so much blood, yet her mind was still so clear.
It was like he was completely unnecessary!
When Old Di and Yun Rou arrived at the hospital, Qing Yan had already been taken to the operating room.
“Wei Zhan Yi, how’s the situation now?” They rushed in.
He, with his handsome face buried in his palms, quickly stood up, the dark circles under his eyes making him suddenly look ten years older.
“I want the best doctors to save her. There won’t be any problems.” He emphasized the last part, as if trying to convince himself.
Old Di sighed, “Qing Yan has been encountering so many bloody disasters lately!”
“Strange, I clearly helped her with her zodiac protection!” Yun Rou furrowed her brows.
“Teacher, I’m sorry.” Wei Zhan Yi bowed deeply to Old Di.
“Yun Rou, go back and bring some daily necessities for Qing Yan. She’ll need them.”
Yun Rou understood this was her father’s way of sending her away, so she left quickly.
“Sit down, let’s talk.” Old Di patted the bench.
Because of Wei Zhan Yi’s special status, the hospital provided a VIP family waiting room for them to wait undisturbed.
Chapter 7: This time, the bullet lodged in Qing Yan’s left shoulder, and she had to be hospitalized for observation for seven days.
On the first morning, just after being wheeled out of the operating room, her entire small face was bloodless, and the intense pain finally made her believe that she was in serious trouble!
“Water, I want water…” she repeated this sentence over and over.
The anesthetic and the dry, cold air in the operating room made her throat as dry as if stuffed with sand.
Wei Zhan Yi was anxious and worried, mixing warm water, inserting a straw, and gently holding her head to help her drink.
Looking at her weak and listless state, she was nothing like her usual sharp-tongued self.
Although he had a thousand words choking in his throat, all of them meant to scold her for her recklessness, but… not now, he wouldn’t settle accounts with her today. He would do that tomorrow.
Tomorrow, he wanted to hammer the “truth” that women are naturally meant to be protected by men into her head.
Unexpectedly, on the second day, she slept all day due to excessive blood loss, and his fingers tapped on the hospital bed all day long.
On the third day, her strength slightly recovered. She could sit up, her spirit was not bad, and a bit of color returned to her small face. She immediately transformed from a pitiful porcelain doll to an infuriating little brat.
“I want my laptop,” she said.
“I want my USB drive and backup CD,” she said again.
“I want my voice recorder,” she continued.
“I want my pen and sketchbook,” she added.
“I want today’s newspaper,” she went on.
Wei Zhan Yi’s face darkened. Although he rejected all her requests, he considered himself already quite tolerant.
“You’re a patient. You should rest. What are you making a fuss about?” he sat to the side, his large hand holding a fruit knife, peeling a Fuji apple. “Shut up!”
She rolled her eyes and casually picked up a piece of apple to eat. Just after surgery, her appetite wasn’t great, but this sweet and crisp fruit was just right for her stomach.
He wore custom-made dress pants, his shirt sleeves rolled up. In the hospital room, this high-end office worker outfit seemed out of place, but he smoothly peeled the fruit and washed the knife while dealing with her unreasonable demands.
“At least give me a small radio…” she almost begged, unable to bear a life without information.
And he was determined to turn this hospital room into the most torturous prison in history.
After cleaning up, he calmly sat back by the hospital bed and suddenly asked in a flat tone:
“Why did you take the bullet for me?”
Qing Yan, who was biting an apple, stiffened slightly, and after a three-second delay, answered:
“I didn’t take the bullet for you. I just thought you standing there being pointed at by a gun was stupid.”
“I wasn’t standing there waiting to die,” he said, pacing anxiously within a minute.
For two consecutive days, she was weak, and he had no outlet for his anger, several times thinking that her closed eyes and shallow breathing meant she might never wake up, preventing him from roaring at her.
The on-duty doctor and nurses at the nursing station were harassed by him every few minutes until they all swore to the heavens that if anything happened to her while unconscious, they would willingly offer their heads in apology. Only then did he feel slightly reassured.
Wei Zhanyi’s roar came, and she steadied herself, finding that he had already rushed to her face, one hand propped against the bed, his eyes like torches, burning into her. His appearance of being angry, anxious, helpless, and furious somehow tugged at her heart…
Okay! She might as well admit that she kind of liked this man.
“Why did you make me worry?” Those eyes that always kept emotions well-hidden suddenly poured out a massive amount of anxiety.
She was first shocked, then slowly widened her eyes, staring at him.
“You… worried about me?” Wasn’t he just wanting to scold her?
“Yes, from before until now, I had people transfer you from your original position just so you wouldn’t take risks, but you’re still right in front of me…” He was like a restless lion, pacing back and forth. “Every time I think of you going into water or fire, I worry endlessly, and when you’re not chasing news, you still like to court trouble! I really, really…” He looked like he wanted to strangle her.
He wasn’t usually inarticulate, but at this moment, his expression was far more eloquent than words.
“You don’t need to worry about me. No one asked you to do this,” she said deliberately coolly, though her heart was already melting like chocolate in a microwave, sweet and thick.
His face grew darker; if she misspoke again, she’d truly be in trouble.
