On the other side.
Shen Yanhe arrived in Fu Yanhe's room just on time, removing the Golden Needles from his body one by one.
San Fang and Wu Fang went to prepare lunch for Fu Yanhe, while Liu Fang, doubting his life choices, continued to pore over medical books in the hospital, leaving only Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe together in the room.
After Shen Yanhe had disinfected and stored the needles, she finally raised her eyes to look at the man who was lying on the bed, already awake from his sleep, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "It's done. Tomorrow I'll prepare another prescription for you and start the first detox treatment."
"Hmm."
The man lying on the bed was covered with a black goose-down blanket on his lower body, and perhaps because he had had a good sleep, his sharp temperament had softened significantly. The face, marked with ferocious scars and shrouded with ominousness, also seemed less terrifying now.
Fu Yanhe slightly lifted his eyes to look at Shen Yanhe, his eyes carrying a trace of warmth, "You've worked hard."
It has to be said, this was the first time he had slept so peacefully since the accident.
Fu Yanhe shifted his body against the cushion, lifted his gaze to look at her, and said, "Come here."
Shen Yanhe put away the needles and approached him with some confusion, "What's the matter?"
No sooner had she stepped closer than Fu Yanhe suddenly grasped her hand. His palm was very small.
Her skin was as smooth as jade, her fingers slender and tender; grasping it felt like holding a soft cloud, making him instinctively ease his grip.
Very soft, and very fragile.
It seemed as if with just a gentle squeeze, her hand would break.
When she felt her hand being grasped, Shen Yanhe's body stiffened, as she struggled hard against the desire to fight back, lowering her gaze to look at the culprit who had suddenly taken her hand.
It was then she noticed, Fu Yanhe's hands were actually quite beautiful.
His palms were broad, the veins on the back of his hands very distinct, his fingers long and well-defined, and because of his overly pale skin, at first glance, it resembled a carving from jade.
It was a pair of hands perfectly suited to be a hand model.
As Shen Yanhe met his questioning gaze, he slowly turned her hand over, spread her fingers, and revealed her soft palm, then with his other hand he took out a bank card and with a dominant slap placed it on top, asserting, "This card contains eleven million, it's the compensation from the Chen Family for your mental distress, take it."
Shen Yanhe's eyes lit up, her instinct was to take the bank card.
But upon recalling the no-limit black card she carried, she firmly suppressed the desire reaching out her hand and coughed lightly, "Keep it, I... the card you gave me is enough."
She was neither greedy nor ungrateful.
She knew that the compensation for mental distress must have been because of Fu Yanhe's efforts, given begrudgingly by the Chen Family.
Therefore, she couldn't take this compensation.
And...
When pulling the wool over someone's eyes, one must not always rely on the same 'sheep'~
Fu Yanhe closely observed her expression, confirming that she truly didn't want to accept it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and genuinely took the card back, "Alright, then I'll keep it for now."
Shen Yanhe nodded, subtly pulling her hand out of his palm, and slightly uncomfortably rubbing the spot he had held.
Fu Yanhe's now empty hand curled slightly as he leaned back into the pillow, lifting his eyes to her, asking with a somewhat unclear intent, "I heard you went to the mall today to buy me a gift, where is it?"
Prepared, Shen Yanhe kept a straight face as she pulled a Pikachu keychain from her trouser pocket and reached it out to Fu Yanhe, "Here, the gift."
Seeing the endearingly clumsy, poorly made cartoon Pikachu in her palm, Fu Yanhe was unexpectedly taken aback, a tiny tremor flickering through his heart.
He had mentioned it casually, never expecting that she would truly prepare a gift for him.
Even though the gift, to him, looked poorly made.
However, this was the first time he had received a gift from someone else.
"Don't underestimate this keychain," Shen Yanhe said hurriedly, worried he would disdain it, "I spent almost all my money on it at that time, it's really precious."
Fu Yanhe's eyes slightly lowered, his thick and long eyelashes concealing the tumultuous thoughts in his eyes. He scoffed, "It's hideous."
Yet his hand honestly picked up the keychain from her palm, "Only you girls like these cute and overly feminine things."
"Forget it," Fu Yanhe held the Pikachu keychain in his hand and said, "Considering you spent almost all your fortune on this for me, I'll reluctantly accept it."
Shen Yanhe: "..."
There really was no need to be so reluctant, if he didn't like it he could just give it back to her!
"I've already arranged for people around Shen Huai's hospital room and have even hired a specialist who researches severe complex immune deficiency. The bone marrow matching has started as well."
"You don't need to worry about his personal safety or his disease. He will recover," he said.
Fu Yanhe coughed lightly and changed the subject.
Shen Yanhe's eyes brightened, and she bowed solemnly towards him, "Thank you, I will get your health sorted out as soon as possible."
She felt somewhat moved.
Shen Yanhe had not expected that Fu Yanhe would take her matters so seriously.
However, since he had helped her so much, it was natural for her to return the favor.
After all, for her, treating Fu Yanhe was much easier than treating Shen Huai.
Shen Huai's severe complex immune deficiency was a genetic disease with highly variable clinical symptoms, a notorious and complicated disease in the world, and currently, there was no better medical approach to cure it.
Even with a bone marrow transplant, it could only extend Shen Huai's life, not cure him completely.
To cure him, it would be necessary to supplement the fluids in his body and redesign the function of his immune cells.
Since there was no surgery or medication related to this internationally, she had to research it herself. Before she could find a cure, she needed to protect Shen Huai and control the worsening condition of his body at any time.
"No need to thank me, I promised you, so naturally I will fulfill it," Fu Yanhe said, watching her polite demeanor and feeling somewhat irritable for reasons he couldn't pinpoint. His expression grew colder and more detached as he spoke.
"It's getting late, you should go and rest now."
Although his demeanor was the same as before, Shen Yanhe keenly sensed that his mood was off.
However, since they weren't very close yet, she did not pry further. She simply advised Fu Yanhe to rest early before leaving the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
After she left, Fu Yanhe slowly opened his hand and stared at the crude keychain, a flicker of complex emotions flashing through his eyes.
His slender hand pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, took out a key, and carefully fitted it into the crude, comical keychain.
He stared at the keychain, slowly placing it on the bedside table.
Wu Fang, carrying a bowl of porridge, pushed open the door and stepped in, pausing at the sight of the bright yellow Pikachu keychain on the cabinet, his expression oddly mixed.
It was the first time he had seen his young master use such a childish object.
This little gadget must have been a gift from the young mistress.
Struggling to maintain a calm expression, Wu Fang placed the porridge in Fu Yanhe's hands.
As Fu Yanhe held the porridge, the image of her thanking him earlier flashed in his mind, his features showing a touch of ferocity, his voice cold and devoid of the warmth he had shown in Shen Yanhe's presence.
"Leave the investigation of the MX ring fighter S to Qi Fang to handle. After catching S, there's no need to report to me, just throw her into the sea to feed to the sharks," he ordered coolly.
"Also, tell Yi Fang and Ba Fang to find Dr. YM at all costs and bring her here," he continued.