As her face pressed against his chest, the loud thumping of his heart could be heard clearly.
Only then did Yan realize that something was not right.
She should have been fighting against his embrace; not because she hated him, but because she did not want any care from him especially in this situation. However, when she was in his arms, Yan couldn’t help falling deep into his embrace.
It is just… his embrace is so warm.
It was a feeling she felt many times when she was fast asleep and dreaming. It used to only be in her dreams, but now it was reality.
Sadly, reality felt as real as an illusion.
To Yan, all of these were just like bubbles, which would burst with a mere poke.
But despite knowing this, she was still hopelessly attracted to it like a moth to flames.
During the consultation session with the doctor, they found bruises not only on Yan’s face but also on her legs. When her pants were rolled up, huge bruises on her calves and knees came into view. Even the gentlest pressure on her leg from the doctor sent jolts of pain coursing through Yan, making her gasp.
Upon seeing her reaction, the doctor recommended, “It would be best to get an X-ray to check for any fractured bones.”
X-ray? Wouldn’t that be troublesome?
“I think there’s no need for that. I’m—”
“Where do we take the X-ray?”
Han Qing interrupted her, swiftly picking her up after asking where they should get the X-ray done.
The result was soon out. After looking at it, the doctor said to Yan, “Looking at the result, there seems to be no major injury to the bones, but I would advise you to not walk around too much at the moment, and preferably take a few days off to rest. I’ll prescribe you some medicine to get rid of the swelling on your face, and another prescription for your legs.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
After the consultation, Yan waited on the bench alone while Han Qing went to collect the prescriptions. She just sat there blankly, recalling what happened that day.
Her mind was a mess as she sorted through her thoughts; she couldn’t seem to get them in order no matter how hard she tried.
What had happened to her in that room still frightened her to death. Yan shook her head and rested her head in her hands, but she accidentally touched the swollen part of her face, causing her to hiss sharply.
Right then, Han Qing returned and sat right next to her.
He did not say a word, and instead opened the bag and took out a can of ointment. He opened it, scooped a bit out with the tip of his fingers and very gently moved toward her face.
Yan tried to dodge, looking at him with uncertainty.
“I’m applying ointment,” Han Qing explained, forcefully moving toward her face. Though his actions seemed forceful, the pressure from his fingers as they landed on her face was light, his warm fingers stained with the cool green ointment gliding gently across her skin.
She obediently let Han Qing apply the ointment for her, but couldn’t muster the courage to even look him in the eye.
After he had finished applying the ointment, he twisted the lid close and reminded her, “Twice a day: once in the morning and once at night. If it really hurts, just apply once more. Try to be gentle when you’re washing your face to prevent the wound from worsening.”
Yan nodded.
“For the bruise on your legs.” Han Qing took out another bottle of medicine. He kneeled down in front of her, ready to remove her shoes.
“It’s fine.” Yan quickly stopped him. “I’ll do it myself.”
It’s not like her arms were useless; she could apply the ointment on her kneecaps by herself.
Han Qing looked cool and icy on the outside, and he seemed indifferent to the world, but when it came to something that he wanted to do, he would go all out. For example, treating her wounds.
Even though Yan was relentlessly protesting, he still continued to roll up her pants. After seeing the huge bruise on her fair long legs, his eyes became cold.
But it was gone in a flash. As he applied the ointment on her skin, Yan’s body couldn’t stop shaking, most probably from the pain. Her hands unconsciously grabbed the ends of her shirt tightly.
Han Qing took a glance at her.
“Does it hurt?”
Yan quickly shook her head. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”
Han Qing pursed his lips, his gaze turning a little helpless.
It was clear that the pain was tormenting her but she still carried on, saying that it didn’t hurt. Fortunately, he had gone after her; otherwise she would have to endure all this pain by herself.
“Just bear with this for a while; I’m almost done.”
Han Qing’s gestures became more and more gentle despite working swiftly to minimize the pain Yan felt.
The way he applied the medicine was so gentle, his gaze extremely focused, making it feel as if he was treating the wounds of the love of his life.
The love of his life…
Those five words appeared in her mind but she immediately denied it. How could it be possible?
Yan bit her lower lip. She could not bear it much longer and asked, “You… Why did you bring me to the hospital?”
What she really wanted to ask was why he was suddenly so nice to her, but then she thought that it would be too embarrassing to ask him so directly. Maybe this is nothing to him.
Thus, she changed the question to why he had taken her to the hospital.
She believed Han Qing would understand.
“You are in such a state; where else should we go besides the hospital?”
Han Qing’s reply disappointed her; he did not understand the meaning behind her words, and his reply was not what she wanted to hear.
Something is not right.
Han Qing was not stupid, so how could he not understand what she meant?
Maybe he understood but pretended not to; instead he answered her question as simply as possible.
Well, his answer was certainly more polite.
But she was still unsatisfied. She still wanted to ask him again. She couldn’t help but take a glance at him.
“Then you should have just sent me here; why would you stay and treat my wounds?”
Han Qing was speechless.
He pursed his lips, the movement of his hands slowing down. Even if he was not a hundred percent sure what Yan previously meant, he understood now.
She was asking why he approached her again after rejecting her.
If he guessed it right, that was what she really meant.
Seeing that he was not responding, Yan thought of another possibility.
Maybe he still pitied her, just like the impression she had when she was overseas. If you had the slightest wound, he would immediately feel sympathetic.
In the past, she felt proud to find out this little secret, but now she felt extremely ridiculous.
What was there to be proud of?
Seeing his lips move as if he was trying to say something, Yan quickly stopped him and said: “You don’t have to say anything; I know why.”
Han Qing: “……”
She knows? Han Qing squinted, looked at her while closing the lid, and unrolled her pants.
Seeing this, Yan took the bottle from his hands and smiled.
“Thanks so much for today. How much did you spend?”
Han Qing did not answer her question, so Yan coughed lightly and said, “I know you’re rich, but the medical fees are for the bruises that I got myself. The fact that you have sent me here has already given you a whole lot of trouble. If you still insist on paying for my medical bills, it would not be appropriate for me to accept.”
