We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Fu Ruoshi's face suddenly fell.

Xiaoya tried to smooth things over for him, "If it were me, I would share my husband's photos in the department every day. I would want others to envy me for marrying the school hunk!"

"Ahem. Got it."

Fu Ruoshi was embarrassed and was about to leave, but he saw the man in the ward behind Xiaoya raised his body.

He was covered in bandages, but his burned face could be vaguely seen, and it seemed to be very serious.

"What happened to him?" Fu Ruoshi was a little curious, "Why did he get burned like this?"

"Oh, you mean Brother Jiang Sheng?" Xiaoya stopped joking. "He was burned by a neighbor's battery explosion. He had almost escaped, but then went back to save his wife and child. That's why he got burned like this, eh?"

Fu Ruoshi asked, "What about his wife and children?"

"He only had minor injuries," Xiaoya said. "Especially his wife, she was basically unharmed. We were all stunned when she arrived. Tell me, shouldn't we risk our lives to save a man like that?"

Fu Ruoshi was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

In his view, there are many cases where couples run away separately when faced with danger. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that someone would risk their life to save another.

He asked himself if he could do it.

In the past, he felt that even the wealthy and powerful didn't have much true affection for each other, and that poor couples were always sad because they were just making do with their lives, so it was even more impossible for them to have true love.

So he always felt that the kind of true love that Wen Zhixia wanted was a fantasy and did not exist in this world.

The slap in the face came unexpectedly.

Fu Ruoshi stood at the door of the ward for a moment, nodded to Xiaoya, and left.

a.

Wen Zhixia's injuries gradually healed, but she couldn't sit still, so she returned to work as soon as the stitches were removed.

The burn department remains as orderly as usual.

The burn department gave her a pension, and Xu Hui's story was unexpectedly not spread. I don't know whether it was the Fu family or the Xu family who blocked the news. Although many people knew that Dr. Wen was stabbed by a patient, no one mentioned the patient's true identity.

"Sister Zhixia," the nurse Manni brought her a bag of milk tea, "your best friend asked me to bring this up."

Fan Xiaolin was on a business trip recently and often fed her randomly.

"There are so many," Wen Zhixia said, looking at the seven or eight cups of milk tea. "Let's drink together. Pick the ones you like first, and give these to Xiaoya and the others."

Manni happily took the milk tea and left.

As soon as she left, Mao Qianqian came in.

When she saw Wen Zhixia, her face looked very ugly.

Although the news was blocked, she still knew that Fu Ruoshi generously admitted that he was Wen Zhixia's husband.

For this reason, her uncle Mao Feng called her in for a talk and asked her to have less conflicts with Wen Zhixia, otherwise she would be transferred from the affiliated hospital.

She agreed verbally, but she was unwilling in her heart.

"Here," Wen Zhixia handed her the milk tea, "My friend bought this for you. Have it."

Mao Qianqian glanced at her sideways and said disdainfully, "You don't drink it yourself, but give it to me. Do you want to make us all fat and ugly while you are the only one who looks good in the department?"

"You shouldn't be a doctor with this kind of train of thought," Wen Zhixia patted her speechlessly. "Screenwriter suits you better. Specialize in writing palace dramas."

"Wen Zhixia, don't think I'll just lick your boots just because you have a backer." Mao Qianqian said bitterly, "You're just relying on men for a living, what's so great about that?"

Just as the voice fell, Xiaoya came in and said, "Okay, okay, if you don't kneel down and lick me, I won't use hemostats in the next operation, and don't wait for Sister Zhixia to save you."

The fact that she didn't know how to use hemostat was known to the entire burn department. She was certain that Wen Zhixia had spread the news on purpose, and she hated her even more.

She originally thought that Wen Zhixia was a mistress, but now she knew that she was Fu Ruoshi’s legitimate wife, and the false rumors she had made before were all proven false. She felt so frustrated.

"Sister Zhixia," thinking of this, Mao Qianqian suddenly asked Wen Zhixia in a gentle voice, "Why did I hear that you and Mr. Fu were planning to divorce?"

Wen Zhixia glanced at her and asked, "What's wrong? You want to marry him? Come on."

"I don't seduce men," Mao Qianqian said sourly, "and I don't scheme to marry into a wealthy family. Besides, Fu Ruoshi is obviously not a good person, so I don't like him."

"Pfft!" Xiaoya laughed. "Sister Zhixia, our Director Xixi is so strong-willed! She actually looks down on Mr. Fu just because he's not a good person. It makes me, a face-chaser, look so low-class."

Wen Zhixia nodded seriously, "He is indeed not a good person. Everyone in that circle is a bad person. What Xixi said is right."

"If everyone is evil, don't they need good people like you to educate them?" Xiaoya said with a smile, "Sister Zhixia, I think Master Fu is very obedient to you. Is he afraid of you? Is he going to fight the whole world for you?"

Wen Zhixia coughed, "You've been bewitched by him. This is all he's capable of. It's commonly known as using beauty to commit crimes."

Mao Qianqian, who was standing by, blushed with jealousy. "Mu Xiaoya! Are you free? Did you pass the assessment this month?"

"None of your business." Xiaoya made a face and ran away with the milk tea.

In the evening, not long after Wen Zhixia returned home, Fan Zhenting came.

A few days ago, Wen Zhixia injured her hand and had many inconveniences at home, so Fan Xiaolin was taking care of her.

Her hand has recovered in the past few days, but she cannot overwork, so she asked Fan Zhenting to cook dinner for her.

Wen Zhixia felt very embarrassed. She had tried to get out of it several times by saying she had to work the late shift, but tonight she really couldn't come up with an excuse.

"Thank you so much for troubling you," Wen Zhixia helped him bring the food into the house, "You go and have a rest, I'll cook."

Fan Zhenting said cheerfully, "Don't be polite with me. I haven't eaten dinner yet, and my parents are forcing me to go on a blind date at home. I just came to your place to hide."

After saying that, he put the vegetables in the sink to wash and asked Wen Zhixia, "By the way, there's an insect exhibition at the South City Science and Technology Museum this weekend. They have fireflies that you like. If you don't have to work overtime, why don't we go see it together?"

Wen Zhixia was a little embarrassed. She didn't want to fall in love, but Fan Zhenting had always been so caring towards her, and she felt guilty.

"Zhen Ting, actually I don't want to..."

"Zhixia, don't feel pressured." Fan Zhenting said as he washed the vegetables. "You're my sister's friend, so of course you're also my friend. My sister always says you're too strong and independent, and you can't take care of yourself."

"I'm not someone who only chases girls and boys. My interpersonal relationships are simple. I'll hang out with whoever I feel comfortable with."

After he said it so clearly and directly, Wen Zhixia felt much more relieved.

The Fan family is warm and generous, and has no dark thoughts. Therefore, Wen Zhixia does not want to cause trouble to Fan Zhenting, fearing that he will have hope and then be disappointed, so she always keeps a distance from him.

But she was soft-hearted and didn't want to reject other people's kindness again and again, which always made her feel embarrassed.

"If Hyo-rin comes back this weekend," Wen Zhixia said, "we can go and see it together."

After finishing her meal and seeing Fan Zhenting off, Wen Zhixia walked towards home in the cool night breeze.

Just as she reached the stairs, she was startled by the sudden ringing of her cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Sister-in-law, it's me, Xiao Han!"

Hearing the anxious voices over there, Wen Zhixia had a bad feeling.

"Sister-in-law, please come to the villa soon. Ruo Shi was almost beaten to death by his father!"