Night Fire Lingering

Wen Yan couldn't help but glance at him.

Does this person have mind-reading abilities?

Gu Yanci bent down, removed the IV tube, leaving only the indwelling needle in the vein on the back of Wen Yan's hand. He put his strong arms under Wen Yan's knees, wrapped them around her shoulders, and began to lift her up in his arms.

"I'll take you."

"let me go!"

Wen Yan struggled and refused sharply, "I know to call a nurse, let me go!"

"Wen Yan, you wouldn't even let a stranger help you to the toilet, let alone me?" Gu Yanci seemed unusually patient. "What about you haven't I seen before? Or what about you that I haven't seen before?"

I've seen all sorts of things in bed, during moments of extreme pleasure.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She raised the hand he had placed in front of her, which was wrapped in thick gauze, from her forearm to her palm, with only the tips of her middle and ring fingers sticking out.

There were still traces of blood on the fingernails, which looked painful and miserable.

"Gu Yanci, do you think the reason my hand keeps getting injured is because of Wen Muzhi's hand injury?" Wen Yan suddenly said slowly.

"Wen Yan!" Gu Yanci suddenly reprimanded her sternly, "You're not allowed to say such things!"

"Why not? Because I mentioned retribution? The premise of retribution is that Wen Muzhi is really crippled?" Wen Yan smiled and looked at him with a hint of sarcasm.

"Wen Yan, there is no retribution."

It won't happen to you either.

Gu Yanci placed her next to the toilet.

When Wen Yan saw him put his hand on her waistband, she couldn't help but step back: "Gu Yanci, I don't need you—you!"

Before she could finish speaking, the man forcefully pulled off her hospital pants: "My woman, no one else can see her."

"You're sick!" Wen Yan immediately sat on the toilet, letting the humiliation and shame creep into her heart as she was at his mercy. She ordered Gu Yanci, "Get out!"

Gu Yanci couldn't do anything with her: "Wen Zhizhi, be good when you're hurt, don't be willful."

"Get out!" Wen Yan's voice suddenly rose.

Her body had not yet recovered, and the huge emotional fluctuations and the rising volume made her start to pant.

His face became more ugly.

Gu Yanci was startled and raised his hands, "Fine! I'll go out!"

Wen Yan stared at him, like a wary little animal.

"Call me when you're done." Gu Yan said goodbye and left the room.

Wen Yan raised her foot and kicked the door shut.

Gu Yanci subconsciously wanted to open the door, as if he would only feel at ease if he had the person under his own nose—just like when he went to great lengths to marry her and put her under his own name, only then would he feel at ease!

But thinking of Wen Yan's intense and resistant demeanor just now, he forced himself to hold back.

Gu Yanci was in a bad mood and wanted to smoke, but Wen Yan didn't like the smell of smoke. The young girl was delicate and would cough as soon as she smelled it.

He stood outside the bathroom, took a cigarette and played with it in his hand, enjoying himself.

He estimated the time, and after three minutes, knocked on the door and asked, "May I come in?"

The sound of a toilet flushing came from the bathroom.

Gu Yanci immediately opened the door, just as Wen Yan's hand was withdrawing from the toilet flush button.

Her trousers were neatly arranged, and she stood there obediently, her face even paler than before. What was striking were her hands; the bandages were no longer snow-white, and bright red blood seeped from them.

And the trend of red is becoming more and more prevalent.

The wound opened.

"Wen Yan!" Gu Yanci's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He rushed in, carried her back to bed, and immediately pressed the call button by the bedside. "Can't you call for help? What are you trying to prove?"

"Gu Yanci, I don't want to rely on you."

Wen Yan remained completely calm, as if the bleeding hand wasn't hers and she couldn't feel the pain.

A look of pain flashed in Gu Yanci's eyes.

Wen Yan was weak and exhausted after such an ordeal. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, waiting for the doctor to come and take care of this disobedient patient.

The woman's face was as white as paper, and her lips were completely bloodless. Although Wen Yan had a curvaceous figure, she was generally thin. Now, she lay lifelessly on the hospital bed, her hands wrapped in bandages even more severe than her previous burns, looking so frail that it was heartbreaking.

Gu Yanci's heart kept sinking.

Two doctors arrived and re-bandaged both of Wen Yan's hands at the same time.

"The wound on your left wrist is too deep. I'm worried it might reopen, so I suggest you get stitches, although it might leave a scar." After saying this, the attending physician looked up at Wen Yan, as if asking a question.

"Go ahead and stitch it up," Wen Yan said, sounding very agreeable. "I don't mind having a scar."

The attending physician looked at Gu Yanci and asked for the family's opinion.

Wen Yan said, "I can make my own decisions."

If it leaves a scar, then let her remember this experience and never forget it!

The doctor said, "You have too many wounds on your hands, so we can't use anesthesia. We'll just need three stitches. Just bear with it."

The needle and thread pierced the flesh, causing visible pain.

Wen Yan stared at the needle and thread, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain without uttering a sound. However, the nerves in her hands were very sensitive, and the intense pain was unbearable. Physiological tears kept falling from her eyes.

Gu Yanci tenderly pulled Wen Yan into his arms and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Wen Yan kept her back straight, showing no intention of leaning into his arms.

When she said, "I don't want to rely on you," she wasn't just saying it casually.

"Wen Yan, are you deliberately trying to make me feel sorry for you?" The man's voice came from above Wen Yan's head.

All Wen Yan could see was the white of his shirt, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain.

She endured the sharp pain in her wrist, half in shock and half in mockery, and weakly asked, "You feel sorry for me?"

Gu Yanci stepped back slightly, stared into her eyes, and answered, "Yes."

Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled, then she smiled.

How could Gu Yanci lie?

She said nonchalantly, "Then you deserve it."

The two doctors, both sweating profusely, exchanged a glance, quickly finished treating the wound, told Wen Yan not to move around, and hurriedly left.

None of the people in this VIP ward are easy to mess with; if you hear that too much, you might go deaf!

The room door slammed shut with a click.

Wen Yan placed her hands, which were even tighter than before, on the blanket.

She looked calmly at the man and slowly said, "Gu Yanci, do you remember what I said on the phone?"

—Gu Yanci, I want to see you, now.

—Gu Yanci, you are still my husband. If I need you, will you refuse me?

—Gu Yanci, I'm giving you one last chance. Now, come see me as my husband.