Suddenly, the ambulance jolted, and Ye Zhengchen let out a muffled groan of pain.
Zheng Wei yelled at the driver: “Can’t you drive?”
Afterward, he looked down at the pale-faced patient. “What can I say? People’s Hospital is so close, but you refuse to go. Aren’t you just asking for trouble?”
Ye Zhengchen softened, “She can’t bear to see me hurt… I’m afraid she’ll be upset…”
Zheng Wei couldn’t help but curse. “Damn, why did I ever know you!”
His wound was clearly not healed, swollen and red. The push I just gave landed right on his wound, with blood seeping out, forming droplets of shocking red.
In that moment, all my anger vanished.
I wanted to know how deep his wound was and how much pain he was in.
“How… did you… get this?” My teeth chattered as I spoke. I had seen patients with more severe injuries, but I had never trembled before. My heart felt like dry leaves on an autumn tree.
Ye Zhengchen’s response was evasive. “I had a bit of an accident after leaving your apartment.”
“What accident?” I pressed.
He remained silent, buttoning his shirt, clearly unwilling to answer. My chest ached, remembering his weak voice on the phone that day.
“That day… when you called me…”
He held me, trying to smile casually, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Don’t believe me? I’ll show you in a moment.”
He always joked, regardless of the situation. I wasn’t in the mood for banter and dragged him to the car. “Come, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“But I haven’t had hot pot yet.”
A medical doctorate who studied in Japan should know that unhealed wounds should avoid spicy food and fatty meats. Remembering I had just mentioned hot pot, he agreed without hesitation, and my internal organs felt more numb and spicy than the hot pot itself.
Some people, no matter how much you hate or resent them, still make you love them because they love you with all their heart.
Tears fell again, impossible to wipe away.
When Ye Zhengchen saw me cry, he panicked, leaning close to wipe my tears with his sleeve. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d cry.”
