Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

For a moment, Grandma Qin, Grandpa Qin, and Qin Hanxiao were all speechless.

The parties involved have stated that his injury has nothing to do with his wife. Any further statements from them would be unreasonable, as they would try to pin the blame on Song Xinya.

Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe, her eyes filled with emotion and gratitude.

Qin Yuhe looked back at her and smiled gently: "Straighten your back and lift your head. You don't need to bow your head to anyone."

His gaze was sincere and genuine, without any pretense.

He wasn't just comforting her; he genuinely believed that his injury wasn't her fault.

She went to rescue her sister, and from beginning to end she never asked him for help; it was he who offered to go with her.

She didn't have the eye of God, and she didn't expect him to get hurt before it happened.

Most importantly, she didn't want him to get hurt.

She already felt very guilty.

How can you blame her?

How could I bear to blame her?

This is a matter between him and her, and Qin Yuhe doesn't want any third party to comment on her, not even her own father.

So he endured the pain in his abdomen and stood up to stand beside her.

Qin Yuhe has always been a person with a high tolerance for pain. The pain of the wooden stick piercing his abdomen was so intense that even he felt his muscles spasm all over after just standing for a short while.

His face remained calm and composed.

The doctor walked over to him: "Mr. Qin, your wound needs a dressing change."

Qin Yuhe supported himself on his two legs and walked back to the bedside without changing his expression.

Song Xinya noticed the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

She knew he was in pain.

Her long, thick eyelashes drooped down, concealing the trembling moisture in her eyes.

She walked over to him and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The doctor began to unwrap the gauze from Qin Yuhe's hands.

Qin Yuhe looked around at everyone in the room and said, "You all go out first."

The three elders went out, and Song Xinya followed them out.

Inside the room, the doctor used a steel wool pad and a grinder to scrape away the necrotic flesh from Qin Yuhe's palm.

There's a saying: "The ten fingers are connected to the heart."

From a medical perspective, the nerve endings in the fingers are densely distributed and have a rich array of pain receptors, so even minor injuries can cause very severe pain.

The injuries on Qin Yuhe's hands were far from minor.

The doctor took a steel wool pad and scraped Qin Yuhe's skin hard.

The veins on Qin Yuhe's neck and forehead bulged, each one clearly visible, with blood vessels bulging as if the blood inside was about to gush out.

He gritted his teeth and remained silent.

In the corridor, Song Xinya sat with three elders.

The air was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

No one spoke.

Nobody was in the mood to talk.

Time falls like fine sand through an hourglass, silently but ever onward.

The door to the ward finally opened.

The four people in the corridor quickly stood up and walked into the ward.

A stronger, more pungent smell of disinfectant wafted towards us.

It smelled of blood.

The four of them instinctively looked into the trash can and saw that it was filled with blood-soaked cotton swabs, cotton balls, and gauze.

Qin Yuhe sat on the hospital bed, his back against the wall, looking calm and composed.

His pale lips betrayed his true feelings.

Grandma Qin couldn't stop crying, and her little handkerchief kept her very busy, wiping away her tears and snot at the same time.

Her precious grandson is suffering, and she really wants to cry.

The ward was filled with the old lady's sobbing.

Qin Yuhe: "Grandma, tears are pearls, crying too much will turn you into a pig."

Grandma Qin: "So what if I turned into a pig? I'm still a beautiful old pig."

Qin Yuhe: "Don't be too sad. This kind of unhappiness can't be covered by medical insurance."

Grandma Qin: "Who cares about the few cents reimbursed by medical insurance? It's just that when I think about how much my Hehe has suffered, I can't stop my tears from flowing."

Qin Yuhe: "Grandma, let's look at this from a different perspective. The stick pierced my abdomen, but it didn't kill me. My palms were burned, but I wasn't injured anywhere else. What will snow turn into after it melts?"

"spring."

Grandma Qin's crying subsided: "You really know how to comfort people."

Qin Yuhe sat for a while and felt a little tired.

The three elders left the ward to let him rest.

Song Xinya stayed with Qin Yuhe, sitting by his bedside and watching over him the whole time.

Qin Yuhe woke up not long after falling asleep.

The first thing I saw was Song Xinya's concerned face: "Did you wake up in pain?"

Qin Yuhe truthfully replied, "No, I need to pee."

Song Xinya asked, "Should I help you to the restroom, or...?"

She thought for a moment and came up with an easier way: "I'll find you a plastic bottle. You put that thing in the plastic bottle and lie on the bed to pee."

Qin Yuhe: "…………………"

"I think I'll go to the restroom."

Song Xinya respected his wishes: "Okay, I'll help you up."

She took his arm and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

Everyone knows that hands are very important, and this becomes even more apparent when hands are injured.

For example, something as easy as taking off his pants is quite difficult for Qin Yuhe now.

He stood tall in front of the toilet and said to Song Xinya, "Could you please help me take off my pants?"

Song Xinya bent down, reached her hand to Qin Yuhe's waist and abdomen, and untied his pants belt.

With a whoosh, his pants sagged down and bunched up at Qin Yuhe's ankles.

The patient's trousers had completely lost their elasticity at the waist, and were only kept from falling down by the ties tied at the front of the waist and abdomen. Once the ties were untied, the trousers would cascade down like a wild horse.

The speed at which it fell caught Song Xinya completely off guard.

She saw it.

Reflexively, she wanted to turn around, but then she suddenly remembered something.

Due to the differences in body structure between men and women, when urinating, women squat down while men stand.

When a man urinates standing up, he usually does one thing.

Song Xinya considerately asked, "Do you need me to help you?"

Qin Yuhe paused for a moment, realizing what she was asking, and asked, "Are you willing?"

Song Xinya: "I'm willing."

She reached her hand towards his lower abdomen...

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