"Why don't you hold your wife in your arms, and comfort her a little?" The attending doctor suddenly suggested. "Just be careful not to touch her right leg."
"Fine fine fine! You can piss off now! You're such a quack."
"..." If he was a quack, why was he still needed?
Huo Beijiang sat on the hospital bed, cautiously lifting his wife into his arms, tenderly placing a kiss on Nan Fei's forehead.
"Wife, don't be afraid of the pain! If it hurts, I'll kiss you to make it better."
"It hurts..."
"Huo Beijiang?" Nan Fei strained to open her eyes from the haze of her pain and saw Huo Beijiang's handsome face close to hers. She was much more lucid than she was in the evening, and her brain was functioning normally again.
She blinked in bewilderment, a slight smile rising unbidden from the depths of her eyes.
This is great!
She's alive!
She still has a chance to fall in love with Huo Beijiang.
