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

"What!" Wen Zhixia was shocked. "Tell me slowly, what happened to Ruoshi?"

Han Zhuojun took a long time to calm down, "It's about Xu Hui. Ruoshi went home and beat his father with a belt. I have already sent him back to the villa. He is unconscious now..."

Wen Zhixia felt cold all over when she heard this. "Then, then, how is he now?"

Han Zhuojun said, "He has a high fever. Sister-in-law, please go see him, since you are a doctor."

Wen Zhixia hesitated for a moment, "Xiao Han, you didn't lie to me, did you? Ruoshi also has a private doctor."

"My dear sister-in-law, what are you talking about?" Han Zhuojun was so anxious that he stuttered, "He didn't want me to find a doctor. He said you are the doctor, so he wants you."

Wen Zhixia clenched her phone.

She knew that the Fu family rules were very strict, especially for boys. They were basically beaten from childhood to adulthood, and would never use words instead of hands.

The problem is, Fu Ruoshi, a man in his twenties, about 1.80 meters tall, and as cunning as a fox, just stood there and let his father beat him?

That's not his style.

"His father beat him, why didn't he run away?"

"Sister-in-law, I don't know. If you're curious, ask him in person," Han Zhuojun said. "I absolutely didn't lie to you. Otherwise, I'd be single for life, lose all my hair, and gain 200 pounds."

Hearing his confident words, Wen Zhixia was not sure whether they were true or not. She said, "Okay, I'll find out more about the situation first and then contact you."

After hanging up the phone with Han Zhuojun, she made a voice call to Fu Ruoshi.

However, the voice rang for nearly a minute and no one answered.

She called again, with the same result.

As I was hesitating, the cell phone rang again. It was Mrs. Li.

"Young Madam, please come back and see Mr. Fu soon. He has a high fever and was calling your name just now."

Mrs. Li's anxious voice finally dispelled the doubts in Wen Zhixia's heart.

"I'll be right away."

Wen Zhixia turned around and ran to the side of the road, hailed a taxi, and headed straight towards the villa in the night.

It took about forty minutes to get from the city to the villa. Wen Zhixia called Fu Ruoshi several times along the way, but no one answered the phone without exception.

The uneasy atmosphere gradually dispelled her doubts, and was replaced by worry.

When she arrived at the villa, she saw Mrs. Li standing anxiously at the door waiting from afar.

Wen Zhixia jumped out of the car and asked, "Mrs. Li, how is Ruoshi?"

"You have a severe fever and your wounds haven't been treated yet. Please come with me."

Although she had prepared herself mentally, when Wen Zhixia walked into the bedroom and saw Fu Ruo, her heart still tightened.

He took off his shirt and lay motionless on the bed. His broad, solid back was covered with crisscrossing bloodstains. Judging from the degree of protrusion of the wounds, he was beaten with a belt or something like that.

There were bloodstains on the bed sheet, and at first glance it looked as if a murder had occurred.

The man who was full of energy and vigor with her just two days ago now looked like a seriously injured beast, so weak that even breathing became difficult.

Wen Zhixia had never seen Fu Ruoshi like this before.

She stood there in a daze, her clenched nails digging into her palms, and she was speechless for a long time.

"Boss Fu didn't let me call a doctor for him," Mrs. Li explained worriedly, "Boss Han brought him back. He didn't cry out in pain, and he didn't take any medicine. He just lay there. I just heard him calling your name. I had no choice but to..."

"understood."

Wen Zhixia took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "Sister Li, please help me get the medicine box, a few bottles of mineral water, alcohol, and anti-inflammatory drugs. I'll take care of it."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Hearing that she was willing to stay, Sister Li was overjoyed. "Please wait a moment, I'll go get it for you now!"

After Mrs. Li left, Wen Zhixia walked to the bed.

She squatted down and called softly, "Fu Ruoshi?"

"Can you listen to me?"

Fu Ruoshi didn't move at all.

His peach blossom eyes, which were once full of brilliance, were now tightly closed. His face was pale, his brows were slightly furrowed, his raven-black eyelashes cast a deep shadow, his thin lips, which always smiled, were bloodless, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Wen Zhixia touched his forehead, which was so hot that you could fry an egg in it.

Mrs. Li quickly brought the medicine.

Wen Zhixia skillfully cut open the gauze, tore a cotton swab, dipped it in alcohol, held it with tweezers, aimed it at a protruding bloody wound, and gently tapped it.

It would have been fine if he hadn't clicked it, but the pain woke Fu Ruoshi up immediately.

"Ugh...!" Fu Ruoshi suddenly opened his eyes, and his muscles tensed up like a cheetah. "Fuck! Fu Keming! You want me to die..."

The moment he turned around, he saw a beautiful and familiar face in front of him, and his cruel expression immediately relaxed -

"Wen Zhixia..."

He rubbed his eyes and said, "You really came!"

The eyes that had been lifeless just now were suddenly full of spirit, as if they were a last gasp of life. If Wen Zhixia hadn't seen the hideous bloody wounds all over his body with her own eyes, she would have suspected that he was pretending.

"Yes, Xiao Han asked me to come." She nodded.

Fu Ruoshi turned over and tried to get up, but his movements were too large and the wound was torn, causing him to feel severe pain. He gasped in pain and fell back into bed.

"Could you please stop moving around?" Wen Zhixia frowned. "If you move around again, I won't be able to apply the medicine on you."

When he heard that she was here to apply medicine on him, Fu Ruoshi quickly lay down straight, like a big Maine Coon cat asking for touch, honest and docile.

Wen Zhixia brought him some water, and he took it and drank it, but because he was lying down, the water slid down his throat and dripped onto the floor.

"I'll go boil some more water." Seeing this, Mrs. Li made an excuse to leave.

They were the only two people left in the room.

Wen Zhixia was tense as she cleaned the wound on Fu Ruoshi's back.

"one two three four......"

Wen Zhixia counted the whip marks on his back.

"Oh my god, thirty-six."

She was dumbfounded. When Fu Ruoshi said that Fu Keming had broken his ribs by kicking him, she was skeptical.

Now I feel like I've broken more than one.

Fu Ruoshi had more than thirty wounds on his back, some of which were stacked on top of each other. Due to lack of timely treatment, the wounds were swollen, looking shocking on his pale skin.

He said nothing when applying the medicine, but when the alcohol touched the wound, his tense muscles showed that he was trying his best to endure it.

"If you feel pain, make a sound. It will help relieve your pain," Wen Zhixia said. "It's a normal physiological reaction. There's nothing shameful about it."

Fu Ruoshi would never cry out in pain in front of his woman.

However, Wen Zhixia has been dealing with various burn patients for a long time. She is not afraid of bloody bodies, but she still empathizes with the injured.

"You're such a grown-up, why are you still being beaten?" Thinking of this, she couldn't help but ask, "What are your legs for? Don't you know how to run? Are you crazy?"

Hearing her worried tone, Fu Ruoshi felt a soft emotion in his heart.

He endured the severe pain and turned around. Seeing Wen Zhixia's red eyes, his heart melted.

He leaned forward and kissed Wen Zhixia's tears that were about to fall.

Her black eyelashes drooped and intertwined with hers.

"If I don't do this, will you come back?"