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Liang Liangwei was very conflicted while driving.

She wanted to get to the military hospital as quickly as possible, but she also remembered Yan Zhixu's instructions and tried to drive as steadily as possible.

After driving for nearly an hour, she finally arrived at the military hospital, parked her car, and found the inpatient department.

Yan Zhixu's ward was on the eighth floor. Liang Liangwei looked at the room information the man had sent on her phone, and then walked towards the elevator after entering the main door.

But some doubts arose in my mind.

She had been to this military hospital before. Her mother was seriously ill and was sent here for treatment. She stayed on the 8th floor at the time.

Although the military hospital bears the name of the military region, it also admits ordinary residents. The wards below the 7th floor of the inpatient department are for ordinary people, while the 7th floor and above are only for military patients. The 8th floor is only open to military personnel or important figures.

How did Yan Zhixu manage to live on the 8th floor? Did he pull some strings? Or is he simply someone of high status?

She couldn't help but recall the news online about his investment in Indonesia, and his words to her that he would transfer the funds back to China.

She entered the elevator, pressed the button for the 8th floor, and then looked up at the ascending digital display.

She was very anxious; if she could take the elevator instead, she would have liked to fly up there.

Her phone rang, and she rummaged through her bag, thinking it was Yan Zhixu calling. But when she looked at it, she realized it was Aunt Zhang.

"Hey, Aunt Zhang."

Aunt Zhang: "Miss Liang, I've already made the old duck soup. I'll bring it to you now. You're at the office, right?"

Liang Liangwei then remembered that Yan Zhixu had instructed Zhang Sao to cook soup for them yesterday morning and send it over, but she had forgotten, and she guessed that Yan Zhixu had also forgotten about it.

"Uh, Aunt Zhang, I'm not at the company right now, and I won't be back anytime soon."

Aunt Zhang: Oh? What am I going to do with this soup? I've been simmering it all morning.

Liang Liangwei thought to herself, Yan Zhixu is injured and hospitalized, isn't that a good time for him to nourish himself? This old duck soup is a ready-made tonic.

He then asked, "Have you gone out?"

Aunt Zhang: Not yet. I just packed the thermos and was about to leave. I'll call Miss Liang first.

Liang Liangwei: "Okay then, I'm visiting a friend at the hospital right now, and I'll be having lunch here too. Could you please bring it to the hospital for me? I'll send you the address."

Aunt Zhang: "Okay, okay, I'll take it to the hospital first, and then I'll take the other one to Young Master Zhi."

Liang Liangwei remembered that Yan Zhixu had said not to tell anyone about his hospitalization, so she said, "Bring me his too. I'll meet him later and give it to him then."

Aunt Zhang: "That's fine too. Oh, by the way, would you like to bring a portion for Miss Liang's friend as well? I still have quite a bit of duck meat and soup in this pot."

Liang Liangwei thought of Assistant Xu: "Aunt Zhang is so thoughtful, I didn't even think of my friend."

Aunt Zhang said happily, "Then I'll go pack another one. Miss Liang is waiting for me at the hospital."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, she arrived at the 8th floor and stepped out of the elevator.

She quickly found the ward, looked through the small window on the door, and saw Xu Chaofeng sitting on the sofa chair by the window, working on her laptop. She knocked on the door.

Xu Chaofeng came to open the door and stepped aside to let her in: "Miss Liang."

After nodding casually, Liang Liangwei hurried inside. She was stunned when she saw the person lying on the hospital bed with bandages wrapped around their neck, and her eyes instantly turned red.

He looked much more haggard, his face was pale, and there were some bruises and bloody wounds on his handsome face, which was heartbreaking to see.

He was still so handsome and dashing when we parted yesterday at noon...

Yan Zhixu was sitting on the hospital bed, looking down at the laptop on her lap. One hand was hanging down by her side because her shoulder was bandaged, while the other hand was typing slowly on the keyboard.

Hearing the sound by the door, he looked up and saw his girlfriend walking anxiously towards him, standing by the bed looking at him with red, moist eyes.

The two looked at each other and remained silent for a moment.

A moment later, he curled his lips into a smile, about to speak.

Suddenly, she reached out and snatched the notebook from his lap, closed it, hugged it to her chest, and glared at him fiercely, saying, "You're so badly injured and you still won't rest. You insist on working. What, do you want to get the perfect attendance bonus?"

Yan Zhixu: "..."

Xu Chaofeng glanced at her boss, then at Liang Liangwei, and feeling superfluous, wisely left.

"Ms. Liang, Mr. Yan, would you please keep me company for a moment? I'll go prepare lunch for you both."

It's only 10 o'clock, time to prepare lunch?

But no one paid any attention to him.

Seeing Liang Liangwei clutching her laptop and looking angry, Yan Zhixu chuckled and defended herself, "I was just a little bored, and it's hard to kill time even if I'm not working, so I was just looking at some documents and waiting for you."

He reached out and grabbed her hand in a conciliatory manner: "I won't look anymore now that you're here, don't be angry, okay?"

Liang Liangwei slapped his hand away, placed the notebook on the sofa chair, and then turned back.

She glared at him again before leaning closer to examine his bandaged forehead, shoulders, and swollen knees, and felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart.

She pursed her lips and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Zhixu shook her head: "If you don't move it, it won't hurt."

Liang Liangwei: "I'm asking about back then."

Yan Zhixu's dark eyes deepened as he met her gaze. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "It still hurts."

Liang Liangwei felt a lump in her throat: "How could Assistant Xu be so careless?"

Yan Zhixu: "It's not his fault. He's always a steady driver. It was a chain-reaction accident. Our car was in the middle and was rear-ended."

Liang Liangwei: "How many vehicles were involved in the accident in total?"

Yan Zhixu: "7 vehicles."

Liang Liangwei: "Is anyone there...?"

Yan Zhixu took her hand in his and gently rubbed her palm to comfort her, saying, "As far as I know, no, they're just injured."

Liang Liangwei: That's alright.

A seven-car pileup—just imagining the scene is horrific. It's incredibly fortunate that no one lost their life.

Liang Liangwei: "What did the doctor say about you? Are you badly injured? Don't lie to me, tell the truth!"

Yan Zhixu honestly replied, "Mild concussion, cut on the forehead from glass requiring 7 stitches, shoulder requiring 5 stitches, knee..."

He paused, his hesitant expression instantly making her heart leap into her throat. Her lips trembled as she asked, "What happened to your knee...?"

I couldn't help but think the worst.

She looked at his knees. He was wearing hospital trousers, of ordinary quality, slightly wrinkled, and bulging there, as if they had been bandaged inside, which looked rather frightening.

Yan Zhixu lowered her eyes and said, "Actually, I don't think it's that serious. I was just squeezed by the deformed car door for more than 20 minutes. The doctor insisted that I apply cold compresses five times a day, for at least half an hour each time. Weiwei, can you take the ice off for me? It's too cold and uncomfortable."

Liang Liangwei: "..."

Can you please stop breathing so heavily when you speak?

Want to punch someone!

When she removed the ice, she saw that the man's knees were bruised and swollen, and she felt another pang of heartache.

No wonder the doctor prescribed cold compresses; the bruising was too severe!

Yan Zhixu's phone, which was on the bedside table, rang, and the two of them glanced at it subconsciously.

Liang Liangwei glared at him fiercely: "Don't look!"

Yan Zhixu suppressed a laugh: "I didn't want to watch it."