No reconciliation, no forgiveness! Mr. Pei leaves with nothing.

Pei Zhan: "Was she injured?"

Zuo Xiangnan asked in confusion, "Is President Pei referring to Mrs. Zhou or Miss Song? Actually, there's something I find strange..."

Pei Zhan's deep gaze lingered on the person sleeping restlessly on the bed. Seeing her trembling eyelids, the man reached out and covered her with a blanket, then stood up. "Let's talk outside."

Zuo Xiangnan was always on guard against Jiang Hua waking up, so there were some things he didn't dare to say even when she was asleep.

After leaving the ward and entering the lobby, Zuo Xiangnan made sure to close the door behind her. The hospital had decent soundproofing and even a separate room for accompanying family members to rest.

Zuo Xiangnan followed Pei Zhan to the French windows and stopped. He stood behind her and said, "Strangely, Madam Zhou seemed to be able to calm down with Miss Song. Madam Zhou did not hurt Miss Song. On the contrary... the two got along very well, as if they had known each other for a long time."

"Miss Song has cleaned up Madam Zhou's injuries and she is otherwise unharmed. The only problem is that she was accidentally scratched on the face by a tree branch when she escaped from the hospital."

Pei Zhan: "Arrange more bodyguards and don't let anyone get close to the 'Blooming Flowers' area."

Zuo Xiangnan nodded. "Yes, President Pei."

Just as Zuo Xiangnan finished speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the gate. The door was pushed open, and Xu Qiulan walked in carrying a thermos and a small bag.

Pei Zhan gestured to Zuo Xiangnan, who immediately understood and stepped forward to take Xu Qiulan's things. "It's alright, the things aren't heavy, I can handle it."

After putting down her things, Xu Qiulan took out two hot water bottles and filled them with just the right amount of boiling water.

Zuo Xiangnan felt something was off and asked, "In this heat, Jiang..." Before he could finish the sentence, he immediately realized his mistake and quickly changed his words, "Miss, won't you get heatstroke?"

Aunt Xu smiled and shook her head, saying, "No, Miss's health hasn't been as good since the car accident. She's sensitive to cold, but she can't be too hot either. This hot water bottle can only hold water at 50 or 60 degrees Celsius to warm her feet."

"Otherwise, if it's too cold, she'll catch a cold; if it's too hot, she'll sweat and get heatstroke, which will make her lose her appetite."

Zuo Xiangnan exclaimed in surprise, "I can't believe such a thing exists!"

Is this what a rich heiress looks like?

This is so hard to raise.

Xu Ma: "The young lady has been like this since she was a child. She has a special constitution and is different from others. I have taken care of her since she was a child, so I naturally know a lot about her. At first, it did take a lot of effort. I have been taking care of the young lady for more than 20 years, so I have gotten used to it."

Pei Zhan, standing to the side, remained silent, his eyes revealing a cryptic expression.

Pei Zhan: "Leave it to me."

Xu Ma paused for a moment, then thought for a moment and gave him the hot water bottle. She told Pei Zhan, "This pink hot water bottle should be placed under two towels and stuck to the young lady's feet. Make sure to keep her feet warm. This blue one should be placed under the back of her hand where the IV drip is attached."

“Every time the young lady is on an IV drip, she hasn’t eaten anything, so her stomach cramps and her hands get cold. Then… every half hour, we change the water to 50 degrees Celsius, but it can’t be too hot.”

Pei Zhan noted it down.

Jiang Hua had lost too much blood. In the dirty laundry basket beside her, where her feet had touched the ground, lay clothes that had been taken off her body, stained with blood. The blood had soaked through a large area, making it almost impossible to see the original color of the clothes. Because of the excessive blood loss, she was also very weak and lay motionless in bed for a whole day.

If it weren't for the heart rate monitor beside him, and the faint, slow heartbeat, Pei Zhan... would have thought he was looking at a dead person.

With each glance Pei Zhan gave her, the sadness in his eyes deepened.

Was she just as fragile as she is today after the last car accident, barely clinging to life?

Jiang Hua felt weak all over and briefly woke up. After a while, she was hungry. Xu Ma took good care of Jiang Hua in an orderly manner, supporting her back with two pillows and feeding her spoonful by spoonful of the cooked porridge.

Suddenly, after feeding her halfway through, Jiang Hua coughed violently. The heart rate monitor next to her seemed to have triggered a certain limit and suddenly started to emit a piercing beeping sound.

"Oh dear, look at me, I forgot to give the young lady her medicine."

Xu Ma quickly put down the porridge in her hand and went to find the medicine.

Pei Zhan frowned slightly before stepping forward, sitting down next to Jiang Hua, putting his arm around her shoulder, and feeding her with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

A delicate flower in a greenhouse can only stay in a suitable place. If it doesn't have a suitable place, it will gradually wither away, no matter how dazzling and brilliant it was before it bloomed.

Everything is powerless in the face of death.

"You country bumpkin, you stink! How long has it been since you took a bath?" Jiang Hua's voice was very weak, as if it took all her strength to say these words. She wanted to argue with him and give him a hard time, but... she simply didn't have the strength, so she could only use this tone to express her disgust for him.

"I'll go wash up in a bit."

"Next time you don't shower, you're not allowed to touch me. This time... I'll let it go, but I'll settle the score with you after I've had enough sleep."

Pei Zhan: "Mm."

Xu Qiulan quickly found some heart medication and gave it to Pei Zhan. "Young Master Pei, you feed Miss the medicine. I'll go wash the bowls." This time, Jiang Hua ate quite a bit, finishing two bowls before the bowls were empty.

Pei Zhan unscrewed the cap of the white medicine bottle, but stopped abruptly the moment he opened it. "This time... we won't take it."

Jiang Hua didn't hear those words; she was just too sleepy and fell asleep again, leaning against Pei Zhan.

As night fell, Pei Zhan was still keeping her company in bed tonight.

The middle-aged man standing behind him spoke slowly, "Young Master, in the end, you still softened your heart."

"If it were the master, he wouldn't let her die so easily. Such a beautiful woman would most likely be sent to the Golden Triangle and never come back."

Pei Zhan: "Get out."

The middle-aged man awkwardly shut his mouth and lowered his head.

He silently pushed open the door and left.

Jiang Hua recovered on the fourth day, and she was still lively and energetic.

After sleeping for so long, her hair was all oily, and she kept bothering Xu Ma to wash it for her. Jiang Hua loves beauty, and she couldn't stand looking dirty. Xu Ma had no choice but to bring her a basin of water to wash it. The temperature in the room was just right, and as long as her hair was dried in time, there wouldn't be any problem.

Jiang Hua wanted to be discharged from the hospital, but Jiang Weiguo refused, saying that he would let her leave after her stitches were removed. However, Jiang Hua was born with a rebellious spirit. In her previous life, she died in a hospital. In this life, she would rather not come to a place that would make her sad and upset again.

So... she secretly went home and didn't even complete the discharge procedures.

A taxi stopped outside the Jiang family villa. Jiang Hua walked in and stood outside when she suddenly heard her father and Pei Zhan talking in the hall, "...This murderer, can he just disappear into thin air?"

"After all these days, hasn't there been even a single piece of news!"

"Do you even care about Huahua's matter at all?!"