Locking away my heart and love! Going back to 2000 to be a top student again.

"Please don't lay a hand on him, okay?" Xu Su slowly squatted down, trying to take the dagger from Zhou Mochen's hand.

After a long standoff, Zhou Mochen dodged her hand: "...I knew you'd soften your heart. I told you to wait in the car earlier."

Pulling Xu Su to her feet, Zhou Mochen tossed the dagger to the bodyguard. "However, what you said makes sense. Xu Weiping is your blood father, so it's really not appropriate for me to personally lay a hand on him, nor can I cripple him."

Before Xu Su could even catch her breath, she heard him say again, "But Su Su, you have to understand that no one has the right to hit you, including your parents. I'll leave one finger as a reminder so he'll understand what he shouldn't do in the future, is that alright?"

It was a question, but before Xu Su could answer, Xu Weiping's miserable screams rang out.

Looking down, he saw the bodyguard who had taken the dagger. After Zhou Mochen finished speaking, as if receiving some signal, he cleanly and decisively chopped off one of Xu Weiping's fingers.

"Zhou Mochen!" Xu Su's eyes widened, and the next second she was picked up and carried outside.

Huang Chao half-ran ahead, opened the back door in advance, and Xu Su was carried into the car by Zhou Mochen, and he also got in.

Zhou Mochen patted Xu Su's back reassuringly and asked, "Have you contacted the hospital?"

"They're already waiting." Huang Chao started the car and drove out of the old alley.

Xu Su sat stiffly, her mind filled with images of Xu Weiping and Xu Hao's severed fingers. Hearing Zhou Mochen's question, she looked up in a daze: "Can they be reattached?"

Zhou Mochen was taken aback, then burst out laughing: "Silly Su Su, this is the hospital I contacted for you. Do you think I would give them free treatment for the finger I chopped off?"

"So their hands will be permanently crippled?" Xu Su felt a tightness in her chest and grabbed his arm. "Isn't that too cruel?"

With a sudden tightening around her waist, Xu Su was held by Zhou Mochen and sat sideways on his lap, her right cheek facing him.

After applying the ointment, the redness and swelling on his face were no longer so frightening, but the handprint was still very obvious. Zhou Mochen looked at it and gritted his teeth, saying, "What's so ruthless about it? This isn't over yet."

Xu Su looked at him: "What else do you want to do? I don't want them to suffer because of me. I just want to treat them like strangers, is that okay?"

“A stranger?” Zhou Mochen sneered. “What stranger would dare to beat you up like this? Xu Su, go look in the mirror and see how badly you’re injured. This isn’t just your own business anymore. You can easily forgive me, but I can’t.”

Xu Su remained silent.

Zhou Mochen hugged her tightly and whispered, "I was the one who got beaten up today, and I'll listen to you, but they shouldn't have treated you like that, Su Su, be good, will you listen to me about this?"

Every word and sentence is filled with undisguised heartache.

I'm the one who got hit, I'll listen to you...

Xu Su's eyelashes trembled, and she could no longer utter a word of dissent.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, instructing him, "...Don't use the knife, don't draw blood."

"Okay..." Zhou Mochen gently touched her swollen face, his voice trembling slightly: "We've only been apart for less than a day, and you've come back covered in injuries. I've been looking for you all afternoon, Xu Su, where have you been?"

"...wandering around..." Xu Su turned her head away slightly. "I have no money, no phone, where can I go?"

Zhou Mochen looked at her quietly for a while, then suddenly asked, "...When you took out your phone, who were you going to call?"

"Who else could it be?"

"Don't try to evade the question." Zhou Mochen lowered his eyes to meet her gaze: "Who exactly is it?"

Xu Su glared at him: "Besides you, who else do you think could it be?"

After being beaten by Xu Weiping, her first thought was to contact Zhou Mochen, just like a child who had been wronged and was complaining to their parents.

Now that I've calmed down and thought about it, it's actually quite unbelievable. It turns out that her trust in Zhou Mochen had reached this level.

Besides you, who else do you think could it be...?

Zhou Mochen's heart trembled slightly. He kissed her forehead as a reward, then suddenly stopped, and reached out to cover it. "Why is your forehead so hot?"

Xu Su blinked and reached out to touch her forehead. It was quite hot. She suddenly realized, "No wonder I feel dizzy."

Late on Lunar New Year's Eve, the president of Changzhong Central Hospital received a phone call and urgently notified all department heads that anyone in the city who could return should wait at the hospital entrance.

Despite the freezing weather, these key hospital staff members would occasionally stomp their feet to keep warm, and none of them dared to utter a single complaint.

When Xu Su was carried off the car, her mind was already foggy with fever. In her daze, she saw a group of people in white coats surrounding her.

When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I was already in a VIP ward, and it was broad daylight outside.

He had barely raised his hand when someone pressed it down: "Awake? You have an acupuncture needle in you, don't move around."

Xu Su turned her head to look at the man lying half-reclined next to her. He probably hadn't slept all night, as Zhou Mochen's eyes were bloodshot and his newly sprouted stubble was still unshaven. He looked extremely disheveled, yet quite sexy.

She had no time to appreciate the scenery and said urgently, "I need to use the restroom..."

Zhou Mochen got up and carefully helped her into the bathroom, wishing he could take her pants off for her.

Xu Su quickly stopped her, her cheeks slightly flushed: "I can manage with one hand, you can go out."

It would be so embarrassing to have someone help you take off your pants to use the restroom, even if it's a close lover. Besides, she was wearing a hospital gown with elastic waistbands, which would be very convenient.

Zhou Mochen didn't force her. He carefully closed the door after leaving and didn't come back in until he heard the sound of the flushing water and confirmed that she was done.

Xu Su looked at the hospital gown she was wearing and asked him, "Did you change my clothes?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Mochen took out a toothbrush, squeezed out toothpaste, and handed it to her: "Do you think I would let someone else change your clothes?"

"..." Xu Su choked, took the toothbrush and began to brush her teeth silently.

After washing up and returning to bed, they continued their conversation: "The time I got drunk last year, it definitely wasn't the aunt changing my clothes!"

Zhou Mochen made no attempt to hide anything and nodded readily, "That's right."

Gan!

Damn hooligan!

Xu Su cursed inwardly, thinking that she wasn't even with him yet!

A knock sounded at the door, and Huang Chao came in carrying breakfast, followed by two elderly people in white coats.

After questioning and examining Xu Su for a while, the older one said, "The patient still has a slight fever. I suggest staying in the hospital for another day of observation. The perforation of the eardrum is not large and does not require surgery, but you should also be careful not to let water get in and keep it clean and dry to avoid secondary damage. It will heal on its own in three to four months at most."

"Her ear still hurts, is that normal?" Zhou Mochen listened carefully and then asked, "Are you sure it's okay? Should we check it again more thoroughly?"

"If you're still worried, you can check it again more carefully." With years of medical experience, he'd seen all kinds of patients. The old doctor smiled and said, "A thorough check will put the patient at ease."

"No need for that..." Xu Su was halfway through her sentence when she saw Zhou Mochen turn and glance at her. He hadn't said anything, but that look made her stop talking instantly.

too horrible!