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

His abdominal wound reopened!

Song Xinya's first thought wasn't that she was worried about Old Mrs. Qin and Old Mr. Qin finding out about the two of them having an affair in the hospital room.

Instead, she was worried about him.

I'm worried about whether he's in pain.

I'm worried about how serious his injury is.

I'm worried that he might be bleeding.

She was completely naked, with no clothes on her body, and didn't care about putting on clothes anymore. Her long legs stepped over his face and landed on the ground.

She knelt down beside him and lifted the blanket covering his waist and abdomen.

She saw his newly healed wound, which had ripped open into a hideous gash, revealing the red flesh inside.

The wound was surrounded by dried, clumps of blood.

The white blanket was stained red.

Song Xinya's heart pounded with anxiety, and her voice trembled as she said, "I'll take you to see a doctor!"

Qin Yuhe remained calm and spoke gently: "My injuries aren't serious, don't worry."

Song Xinya: "But it looks so serious..." The skin was torn and bleeding.

Qin Yuhe: "It only looks serious on the outside, but it's still fused together inside."

Song Xinya helped him sit up, then ran towards the door, saying, "I'll go get the doctor."

Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back: "Get dressed."

Song Xinya: "..."

Song Xinya proved from her own experience that people really do become stupid when they are overly nervous. She went to open the door without even putting on her clothes.

This is what is known as: danger lowers intelligence.

The clothes I wore last night are completely unwearable.

He tore her underwear in half and threw it on the ground.

He rubbed it too hard, and tore the foam padding inside the bra.

The pink pajamas were even worse; the V-neck was torn into a cardigan, and they covered nothing when worn.

Why does he like tearing her underwear so much?

What kind of quirk is this!

Is he showing off how strong he is?

Now is not the time to worry about these things. Song Xinya squatted down, grabbed a handful of the "rags" scattered on the ground, and stuffed them under the mattress.

She pulled a dress out of her suitcase, put it on, and then found Qin Yuhe a set of loose, casual clothes.

Completely different from his unrestrained and ruthless behavior last night, Qin Yuhe now sat on the sofa with his hands on his knees and his head down, looking quite well-behaved.

Song Xinya didn't blame him. What's done is done, and blaming him wouldn't help. All she wanted to do now was take him to get his wound treated as soon as possible so he could suffer less.

She took the shirt, lifted one of his arms, and put the shirt into his sleeve to dress him.

After putting on her shirt, she squatted down beside him, hugged one of his legs, and helped him put on his pants.

Qin Yuhe looked at his wife squatting at his feet, her forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat. He said, "Ya Ya, I can dress myself."

Song Xinya still held his legs tightly with both hands, and pulled the pant leg over one of his feet: "I'm worried you'll hurt your wound, so I'll put it on for you."

Qin Yuhe: "Thank you."

Song Xinya: "What are you thanking me for, you idiot?"

Qin Yuhe smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

After dressing him, Song Xinya said, "Sit on the sofa and don't move. I'll go and call the doctor."

He beckoned to her: "Come closer to me."

Song Xinya asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

She bent down and brought her face close to his.

Qin Yuhe raised his hand, his sleeve brushing against her forehead: "To wipe your sweat."

Song Xinya was stunned, her heart feeling as if it were filled to the brim with warm sunshine, and she was deeply moved.

The soft fabric of his cuffs covered her forehead; his clothes had just been washed and carried the scent of laundry detergent, but her nose could only detect his unique fragrance—the scent of cedar trees in the forest.

He gently wiped all the sweat from her forehead and said, "All done."

Song Xinya glanced at him, then ran out of the ward.

She rushed to the burn specialist's office: "Mr. Qin's abdominal wound has reopened, doctor, please come and take a look."

The burn specialists immediately followed Song Xinya to the ward.

The nurse beside him also ran over, saying, "Mr. Qin was fine yesterday, how come his abdominal wound suddenly reopened overnight?"

Song Xinya naturally wouldn't answer her.

Burn specialists immediately realized why Qin Yuhe's abdominal wound had ruptured.

This patient, despite his disability, is incredibly determined and fought bravely despite his injuries; he really went all out.

To protect the privacy of the important person, the burn specialist turned around and took the tray full of medical supplies from the nurse: "You can go back now, I'll handle this."

The nurse stood there, completely bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

Song Xinya led the burn specialists into the ward.

The door opened, and a gust of wind swept over Qin Yuhe, causing his black hair to flutter.

It wasn't intentional spying; the scene in the ward was just too shocking!

The burn specialist immediately noticed the collapsed bed.

The hospital bed is made of iron, and it still managed to collapse!

Niubi!

If President Qin doesn't take care of his wounds, who will?

The burn specialist, who considered himself a well-traveled and experienced person, now realized that he still hadn't seen enough.

In his 30 years of practice, he had seen countless patients, but this was the first time he had ever seen a patient collapse an iron hospital bed!

That's so powerful, is Mr. Qin an animal?!

In just one minute, a huge tsunami swept through the burn specialists' minds.

I'm absolutely stunned, bro.

Fortunately, his long-cultivated professional qualities remained, and he appeared relatively calm.

A burn specialist lifted Qin Yuhe's shirt to examine the wound and said, "It needs stitches."

Song Xinya's heart clenched: "The stitches were just removed."

A burn specialist said, "If the wound is too large and the tear is too deep, it will heal slowly without stitches, and there is a risk of infection."

Song Xinya stammered, "Then let's sew it up with needles."

Qin Yuhe looked at her with his clear, gentle eyes: "It's just a stitch, don't be afraid."

Song Xinya: "I'm worried you'll be in pain."

Qin Yuhe: "We'll use anesthesia, so it won't hurt."

He patted the sofa: "Sit next to me."

Song Xinya walked over and sat down next to him.

The doctor took out a crescent-shaped, sharp needle.

He used tweezers to hold the needle and pierced the flesh of Qin Yuhe's abdomen.

Song Xinya frowned, her eyelids trembled, and she stared anxiously at the sharp, curved needle.

Suddenly, everything went black before her eyes, and Qin Yuhe reached out and covered her eyes: "Don't look."

He put his other arm around her shoulder, pressing her head down with his palm, letting her lean on his shoulder: "Close your eyes, stay with me, it'll be over soon."

Song Xinya listened to him and quietly nestled on his shoulder, keeping him company.

After a while, the doctor stitched up the wound on Qin Yuhe's abdomen.

The doctor advised, "Mr. Qin, please remember, you must not do any exercise that requires you to exert force in your lower back until your wound has healed."

Song Xinya froze.

Qin Yuhe remained calm and asked, "What about applying slight force?"

doctor:"……"

"It's best not to."

Qin Yuhe: "That's right, you can have it too."

doctor:"…………"

"You'd better not take it."

Song Xinya quickly replied, "I understand, Doctor, Mr. Qin understands."

The doctor asked, "Mr. Qin, is there anything else you need?"

Song Xinya tightened her grip on Qin Yuhe's hand, looked at him with her watery eyes, and shook her head.

She didn't say a word, but Qin Yuhe understood what she meant and said to the doctor, "Don't tell my grandparents about my abdominal wound reopening."

"What can't you tell us?" Old Mrs. Qin and Old Mr. Qin walked into the ward.