C5

"What's wrong?" A deep male voice came from the top of his head. There was a hint of impatience in its tone. It was obvious that it had been woken up.

He frowned as she looked at the mess on the ground. Fresh blood was dripping down the white marble floor. Zhan Yan was curled up on the ground, looking pitiful. Injured? " he asked.

"None of your business." Her tone was somewhat sharp.

He suddenly snorted, his palm plastered against her round chin, not allowing her to avoid his gaze. Zhan Yan's eyes were filled with tears. She was bright and beautiful to the point that it made one's heart palpitate.

"Tell me, what are you crying for?" He narrowed his eyes, his breath warm on her pale cheeks.

"My hand hurts." She bit her lips and continued avoiding his sight. Ji Weiyang's profound eyes penetrated the depths of human nature, and it even made her feel a little afraid.

She pushed him away and stumbled into the kitchen. After rummaging through the cabinets, she finally found the medicine box. She sat on the floor and applied the medicine for herself. The pain from the disinfectant stung every cell, and her tears rolled in her eyes.

As a doctor, she knew how important hands were to her. However, the pain from his palm was far less than his heart. She felt that a corner of her heart, where she pretended to be feelings, was slowly rotting and rotting.

She married him for real. Even though he was always cold to her, even though he rarely came home … Someone once told her that love requires courage. She had bravely loved him, but what she had received was forever a heartless betrayal. Gao Yuxuan was like this, Ji Weiyang was still the same.

When she wiped his tears off and walked out of the kitchen, Ji Weiyang had already changed into a suit and was preparing to leave.

At the entrance, his black leather shoes were polished to a point where they shone brightly. He hesitated for a moment before a peculiar color flashed across his eyes. Actually, Zhan Yan was a very good wife, but unfortunately, he wasn't a qualified husband.

"I'll pick you up at the hospital tonight. There's a social meetup, accompany me there." He then opened the door and left.

Zhan Yan stared blankly at the door that was still tightly shut. Ji Weiyang would never ask for her permission, his words were like an imperial decree that no one could refute. Every second he gave her seemed like a gift.

Zhan Yan sat alone at the dining table and ate her breakfast. When the soft bread entered her mouth, it was like chewing on wax.

After breakfast, she hurried to the hospital. Because of the injury to her hand, she had the intern cancel all operations for a week.

"Doctor Wei, why don't you go to the surgery to bandage the wound on your hand? What if it gets infected? This kind of thing can't be taken lightly." The intern was kind.

"Just a small injury, don't make a fuss." Zhan Yan changed into a white coat and picked up the records left behind by the night doctor. While reading, he walked towards the ward.

She pushed open the door of the dry ward.

Ding Yi Fei seemed to have recovered quite well. Her face was rosy, and she had regained her composure. The nurse on duty, Du Xiaomo, was taking her temperature with a straight face.

"Miss Ding, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere today?" Zhan Yan kept her head down, the pen in her hand quickly memorizing the various numbers.