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"How are you? Does it still hurt?"

Fu Xuangang pushed him home from Dan Ding Si in a wheelchair.

She held Bai Lukai's medical report in her hand and read it the whole way.

At this moment, she carefully supported Lu Ze's shoulders and moved him little by little from the wheelchair to the bedside.

Seeing his grimacing expression, I immediately softened my movements even more, as if I were holding a fragile piece of porcelain that would break at the slightest touch.

Her eyes were filled with heartache, but her tone remained one of complaint.

"What kind of hero are you trying to be? If I were injured like this, I would have recovered before even reaching the Pill Refining Department."

After saying that, he stretched out two fingers and used his fingertips to very lightly brush over his wound, which was wrapped tightly in bandages.

Through the thick gauze, she couldn't actually feel anything, but she still rubbed it back and forth, as if to confirm that he was still in front of her, alright.

Lu Ze leaned against the headboard, flashing a bright smile and saying, "I didn't have time to think about that back then; my body acted before my brain. Besides, I didn't know you Immortal Ship people had such strong recovery abilities."

"What if you had known? Would you still have done the same?"

Fu Xuan regretted asking the question as soon as he did.

This question sounds too much like a coquettish question; it's not like my usual calm and composed self.

But the question had already been asked, and it was unrealistic to take it back. He could only force himself to maintain a calm facade, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the empty wheelchair in the corner.

Women are such contradictory creatures sometimes—they may complain about your impulsiveness, but deep down they care whether you're willing to risk your life for them in a crisis.

She might say, "Don't try to be a hero," but deep down she's wondering if you'd be willing to stand up for her in a critical moment.

Faced with Fu Xuan's death question, Lu Ze answered without hesitation, "Even knowing your regenerative abilities are strong, I would still rush to save you. Because as a man, how can I let a woman get hurt in front of me?"

"You just know how to say the nice things."

Fu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the curve of his lips was impossible to hide. The watery light in his golden eyes seemed to be smiling.

She was very satisfied with Lu Ze's answer, extremely satisfied.

She stood up, raised Lu Ze's pillow a little higher, and tucked the blanket around him, her movements so delicate that she smoothed out even the slightest wrinkle.

"You rest well first, I'll go make you something to eat."

She finished speaking in a gentle, coaxing tone, then turned and walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Soon, the soft clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen could be heard in the hallway, along with her humming in a low voice.

Lu Ze shook his head helplessly, and his hand instinctively reached into his pocket, only to find that his phone was missing.

"Fu Xuan!" Lu Ze called out softly.

"Hmm... What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?" Hearing Lu Ze call her, Fu Xuan immediately put down what she was doing and came over.

"That's right, I think I left my phone in the cafeteria." Lu Ze was a little anxious; it was his only way to contact Xing.

"Don't worry, I'll ask around for you."

Fu Xuan took out the jade tablet and contacted the Cloud Cavalry, asking if they had seen a cell phone at the scene.

She received a reply very quickly.

"Yunqi said they found your phone, but it's too late now. They'll send someone to deliver it tomorrow."

Hearing that his phone wasn't lost, Lu Ze felt relieved.

"Then you get some rest, I'm going back to cook."

Watching Fu Xuan leave again, Lu Ze closed his eyes; he was indeed a little tired.