Hospital.
Fu Zhiyan stormed into the surgical waiting room, carrying the person in his arms. The petite nurse tried to block him several times, attempting to prevent him from entering.
"Kick the door."
"Yes."
The tall, black-clad bodyguard kicked open the door to the consultation room, causing the entangled couple inside to quickly separate.
"Ah!"
The half-naked woman screamed in fear, hastily picking up her clothes from the floor and putting them on.
Fu Zhiyan's eyes turned cold, a hint of impatience flickering through them. "Cover her mouth and drag her out."
The black-clad bodyguard did not show any mercy to the woman. They immediately silenced the alluring female nurse and dragged her out like a sack. One of them even kicked the door closed with his foot.
Qin Fang lay on the examination table, his expression filled with despair. His clothes were disheveled, and there was still traces of provocative lipstick on his left cheek.
"Get dressed."
Fu Zhiyan towered over him, his voice icy enough to form ice crystals.
Suddenly, the person lying on the examination table sat up, his face twisted in anger, and growled, "Fu Zhiyan, you better give me a d*mn good reason. Otherwise, I'll fight you to the end!"
Was it ever going to be easy for him? He had successfully charmed the gorgeous new nurse at the hospital, and it seemed like he was on the verge of sealing the deal. But just when everything was falling into place, this d*mn guy broke in with people. It instantly terrified him, to the point where his pecker went limp. If the Qin family suffered because of this, he would have to face off against that stone-faced bastard until the bitter end! Talking about making poor choices in friends, what a colossal mistake he made!
"Get medical treatment."
Fu Zhiyan placed the embarrassed Han Xiaoye on the sofa and succinctly uttered three words.
"Medical treatment? You? Haha, I suggest you turn left and go to the adjacent urology department." Qin Fang straightened his white coat, restoring his appearance as an elite professional. "Little niece, why is it you again?"
Han Xiaoye forced a dry laugh.
Having witnessed the explicit scene just now, she couldn't bear to look at his friendly baby face directly.
"Did your little uncle abuse you again? Let me see..." Qin Fang squatted down by Han Xiaoye's feet and examined the injury on her knee. "Tsk tsk, with my 24K gold eyes, it seems to be a soft tissue contusion on your knee, but I'm not sure if the ligament is affected. If the ligament is damaged, it could be troublesome. You might end up as a little cripple, my dear niece. By the way, Zhiyan, you were quite ruthless. How could you bear to hit her so hard? She's so cute."
"Well..." Han Xiaoye forced an awkward smile, almost crying, and quickly explained, "Brother Qin, you misunderstood. It wasn't Fu... my uncle who hit me. I accidentally fell."
"Tsk, so it wasn't Mr. Poker Face who laid hands on you." Qin Fang curled his lips and sported two adorable dimples on his baby face. "Xiaoye, did you just call me something?"
"Brother Qin," Han Xiaoye replied, slightly puzzled by his amusement.
Qin Fang burst into laughter, resembling a radiant sunflower. He then turned his attention to Fu Zhiyan and smoothly greeted, "Well, well, hello there, Uncle Fu."
Fu Zhiyan's temples twitched, a storm brewing in his eyes.
Unaware of the situation, Qin Fang cheerfully said, "I am Xiaoye's brother, and you are Xiaoye's uncle. According to our family relationship, it's just perfect for me to call you Uncle."
Fu Zhiyan's face darkened, and he looked directly at Han Xiaoye. He enunciated each word clearly, "Qin Fang is one year older than me."
Innocently caught in the crossfire, Han Xiaoye was speechless and looked at the baby-faced guy who seemed no older than eighteen. She immediately fell silent.
Uncertain if the ligament was injured, Fu Zhiyan took her for a CT scan. Fortunately, her ligament was intact. While her ligament was fine, Qin Fang generously prescribed her a stack of medications. Besides an anti-inflammatory spray, most of them were tonics. The array of medicines in the box was exorbitantly expensive, and as Han Xiaoye looked at the five-digit bill, she felt a pang of pain.
Fu Zhiyan was a rich man, so he did not care how unreasonable the medicine list was. After the bodyguard collected the medications, he left with Han Xiaoye. Dr. Qin, who had made a good profit, waved goodbye to them cheerfully, even reminding Han Xiaoye to visit again next time.
Visit? Godd*mn Visit! Did he think the hospital was a cafeteria where she could go three times a day?
...
Han Xiaoye was carried back all the way to the villa's room. Feeling somewhat guilty, she stole many glances at the expressionless man on the way.
Finally, she was placed on the bed.
Fu Zhiyan remained silent as he asked Auntie Wang to fetch the medicine box and applied disinfectant alcohol on a cotton ball.
"Ah!" Han Xiaoye sucked in a breath of air in pain, pulling her knee back.
However, Fu Zhiyan had her ankle in his grip and she had nowhere to hide.
"Gently... be gentle!"
The person applying the medicine not only didn't go easy but also switched to a new cotton swab, pressing the swab with alcohol heavily on her knee wound.
"Ouch!" The alcohol seeping into the wound set Han Xiaoye's knee on fire, causing her to wince and cry out in pain. Her expressions twisted with agony as she moaned, "You son of a b*tch, you did that intentionally, didn't you?"
With her left foot held, she kicked with her right foot in pain. But the man's large hand also grasped her other foot. Her legs were lifted off the ground, like a trapped rabbit.
"Let go, I'll apply the medicine myself. Fu Zhiyan, let go of me."
Fu Zhiyan's face turned cold, full of hostility. He unscrewed the cap of the disinfectant alcohol, pouring the entire bottle directly onto her injured knee.
"Ah!" Han Xiaoye screamed in agony and struggled with all her might.
But Fu Zhiyan held her firmly, and her struggles were like small droplets sinking into the sea, completely ineffective.
"Hurts?"
"D*mn it, you'll know if you try it yourself."
An unpredictable lunatic! He had poured the entire bottle of alcohol on her knee, causing Han Xiaoye's tears to flow.
The pain in her knee was dense, as if someone were pricking her flesh with needles.
Han Xiaoye angrily scratched the man's neck with her claws. Fu Zhiyan released his grip on her hand, and Han Xiaoye immediately fled to the edge of the bed, clutching her knee and exhaling forcefully.
"You know it hurts. Don't do it again next time."
Cold and unquestionable!
Han Xiaoye suddenly raised her head and gritted her teeth. "I already said I was tripped by someone. I'm not sick, and there's no need to injure myself like this."
"Han Xiaoye, stop lying to me." Fu Zhiyan stood up. "My patience has its limits."
The person who had been clamoring just now froze as if her acupuncture points had been struck.
After a while, she grimaced, pretending to be unafraid, "Coincidentally, I love pushing the limits."
Fu Zhiyan narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"You know I'm not joking."
Han Xiaoye refused to back down, raising her chin. "You should know that I'm also not joking."
Fu Zhiyan had never been provoked like this before. He suddenly stepped forward, gripping the girl's chin. "Han Xiaoye, are you playing with fire?"
F*ck!
Han Xiaoye imitated his posture, squinting her eyes like a cat, and threw a flirtatious look, "What about it? I love playing with fire."
"Um."
The man emitted a hoarse sound from his chest, but his handsome face showed no trace of a smile. He forcefully pressed her against the wall, leaning down near her neck, his voice husky, "Playing with fire? Do you even know what it means to play with fire?"