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In the ward, Xu Qinghuan was sleeping soundly.

She had absolutely no strength left; someone had drained it all from her, and in the end, she couldn't tell whether she was unconscious or asleep when she closed her eyes.

The sunlight streaming in through the window shone on her small face, making her appear even more delicate and charming.

Xu Qinghuan's beauty isn't the kind of striking, glamorous look; she's more of a pure and bright type. Her face is only the size of a palm, and her almond-shaped eyes are lively and clear. When she wears light-colored, loose-fitting clothes, she looks like a college freshman. But if she dresses more maturely, highlighting her curvaceous figure, she reaches the pinnacle of pure and alluring beauty.

Her waist was very slender, and Fu Yanshi could easily pin her down with one hand and take advantage of her at will. Usually, people with this kind of figure would be considered skinny, but her chest was well-developed. While not exactly voluptuous, it was certainly a curvaceous figure.

Fu Yanshi had been sitting next to her, watching her without moving an inch, until Fu Jiajia called.

He didn't know why Zhou Size suddenly did such a thing, but Fu Jiajia was Xu Qinghuan's best friend and had helped her a lot before, so he had to take care of this matter.

Afraid of disturbing Xu Qinghuan's sleep, Fu Yanshi held his phone and slowly walked out of the ward, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

I called Zhou Size, and it rang many times before he answered!

"Hey, Yan Shi..."

The voice sounded a little guilty.

What's going on between you and Fu Jiajia?

"She told you?!" Zhou Size's voice rose sharply!

The shock made Fu Yanshi move the phone slightly away from his ear, so as not to be startled by his sudden outburst.

"It does not matter."

“This is important!”

Zhou Sze helplessly repeated what had just happened, omitting the part where he had lost his temper. The more he talked, the more he felt that he was the one who should be crying; he was so wronged!

She ruined my mood, and I ended up having to coax her!

Fu Yanshi listened to the whole thing with a frown, and after a moment of thought, he said in a deep voice, "I'll find someone else to take care of her. Don't let her see her again."

To avoid another argument.

"But I really just wanted to tease her, I didn't expect this tomboy to actually cry!" Zhou Size had really met his match. "Fine, I'll listen to you, I'll stay away from her!"

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanshi was just about to move back to the ward.

Sensing a figure approaching from behind, he turned around warily, meeting Qiao Xihe's dark eyes—

She was wearing her usual white lab coat, looking at Fu Yanshi with a helpless expression.

“Mr. Fu, I said you can only get out of bed tomorrow.”

"...I have something to take care of."

"If you keep doing this, I'll really tell Miss Xu!" Qiao Xihe had just assured Fu Huazhen that she would absolutely not let anything happen to him.

Isn't this just ruining her reputation?

"Don't say it," Fu Yanshi said instinctively. "I'm going back."

"Come on, put your arm around my shoulder, I'll help you." Qiao Xihe quickened her pace to his side, wanting him to lend her some support so it would be easier for her to walk.

But Fu Yanshi kept a cold, handsome face and didn't even touch her clothes.

He's always been like this; his obsession with cleanliness has reached a point of madness over time, especially towards women! Even when Qiao Xihe changes his dressings, he has to watch her put on disposable medical gloves.

"No, I can do it myself."

"This is bad for your wound! You shouldn't have gotten out of bed so abruptly, and you won't even help me. What if you fall?" Qiao Xihe was oblivious to the rejection in his eyes, preoccupied with her duty as a doctor.

The next second, Fu Yanshi spoke coldly, distant and indifferent, "Sorry, I have mysophobia."