Sweetie, sleep with me tonight.

Ward 301.

"Aaaaah—damn it, go easy on me!" Fang Qi lay on the hospital bed, wincing in pain. "Are you even a professional?! Why are you hitting me so hard?"

The nurse said tremblingly, "Young Master Fang, this is how you apply medicine, please bear with it."

"What are you putting up with?!" Fang Qi slapped her hand away. "Get out of here and find me someone else!"

The nurse was new and young. It was the first time she had encountered such a difficult patient, and she was so upset that she cried and left the ward with a wronged expression.

Fang Qi called his men in to help take photos.

"Yes, take some photos, the more horribly bad the better. Then hand these photos over to the police station and say that Jiang Shaoyang beat him up yesterday, so the police can arrest him!"

"it is good."

His men started hitting him repeatedly.

Fang Qizheng was taking pictures enthusiastically when he looked up and saw the man who had suddenly appeared in the ward, and he was startled.

"Damn it! Who are you?!"

Zhang Chao clenched his fists, slowly raised his head to look at him, his eyes filled with suppressed anger: "You're Fang Qi?"

Fang Qi sized you up, finally guessing what was going on: "You're that country bumpkin next door to the Jiang family?"

"I'm asking you, isn't that right?!"

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Fang Qi sneered, "Jiang Shaoyang sent you? What kind of taste does he have? A coward like you, who can't even kill a chicken, wants to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? While I'm in a good mood right now, get lost!"

Zhang Chao's face turned red with anger as he glared at him fiercely, wishing he could tear him to pieces.

"What are you glaring at me for? Go ahead and hit me if you dare!" Fang Qi got out of bed, walked up to him, and shoved him forcefully, extremely arrogantly. "Do you know who I am? You country bumpkin, you're not even worthy to shine my shoes!"

Zhang Chao grabbed him by the collar and suddenly swung his fist.

"Hit me! I'll let you hit me!" Fang Qi slapped his face. "Even if I gave you a hundred lives, you wouldn't dare!"

"I'm the son of County Magistrate Fang Yunfeng! You'd better think this through. If I punch you, not only you, but your whole family will be wiped out!"

"I have to say, those two Jiang sisters are really good-looking. I ripped their clothes off yesterday, and their figures... were fucking amazing!"

boom!

Zhang Chao delivered a heavy punch to Fang Qi's arrogant face.

Fang Qi screamed in agony.

Hearing the noise, the men outside rushed in immediately.

Fang Qi, clutching his swollen face, roared, "Damn it, grab him for me!"

Zhang Chao was captured and instinctively covered his head.

They thought they would get a beating from Fang Qi and his gang, but unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Those henchmen were grabbed by the back of their collars one after another, and quickly knocked down with a kick and a punch.

A painful wail erupted in the ward.

Zhang Chao was taken aback, then turned his head and exclaimed, "He Zhuo?"

"Damn it, who are you?" Fang Qi strode forward to attack, but was kicked away by He Zhuo and slammed hard onto the hospital bed.

He clutched his chest and groaned in pain. Before he could recover, the man grabbed his collar again and delivered a series of vicious blows to his face.

He Zhuo's face remained expressionless, but his eyes held a fierce killing intent.

Ignoring everything else, he swung his fists and started punching Fang Qi wildly.

Bang bang bang!

The dull sounds of hand-to-hand combat echoed throughout the ward.

Fang Qi's face was covered in blood, and his entire face was a bloody mess from being beaten.

Fang Qi's bright red blood was everywhere on the floor and bed.

shocking.

The crowd was frightened and retreated, not daring to go forward.

Seeing such a brutal and bloody scene for the first time, Zhang Chao's pupils widened in shock, and he remained frozen in place.

The commotion in the ward quickly attracted the attention of medical staff.

Zhang Chao finally snapped out of his daze, strode forward, and grabbed He Zhuo: "Stop! He Zhuo, he's the county magistrate's son. If he dies, you..."

He Zhuo shook off his hand, picked up the barely alive Fang Qi with one hand, and dragged him out of the ward like a piece of trash.

"Let go... let go of me..." Fang Qi struggled desperately, but as soon as he spoke, he spat out a large amount of blood.

The hospital was in an uproar. Everyone rushed over, but seeing the bloodstains on the ground, they dared not approach and could only silently call the police.

Jiang Youxi dragged her weak body over and saw He Zhuo frantically hitting Fang Qi.

Fang Qi was completely unable to resist and lay on the ground, as if he were dead.

"He Zhuo!!" Seeing him raise his fist to strike again, Jiang Youxi ran over with all her might and hugged his waist tightly. "Don't kill him! He Zhuo, if he dies, you'll die too!"

He Zhuo stopped what he was doing and stared at her intently.

He curled his lip slightly, his smile ruthless and cruel: "It's alright, before I die, I'll definitely take care of this little bastard for you."

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with murderous intent, yet his tone was unusually calm, almost to the point of madness and obsession.

He Zhuo withdrew his hand and continued hitting.

Fang Qi's blood sprayed onto him, but he ignored it, his expression cold and cruel, without a trace of emotion.

"No, you can't!" Jiang Youxi struggled to hold him, pressing down on his hands, and shouted, "What will I do if you die?!"

As soon as he said that, the man stopped abruptly.

He loosened his grip.

Fang Qi tumbled down the stairs, leaving a long trail of blood in his wake.

The doctors rushed to the scene to save the person.

He Zhuo slowly raised his head, meeting her eyes with disbelief: "What did you say?"

Jiang Youxi was stunned for a moment before realizing what she had said.

"I..." Jiang Youxi's mind went blank, and all she wanted was for him to calm down.

In the end, she offered no explanation, but simply held him tightly in her arms: "Let's go back, okay?"

The little girl's rubbing against his chest made him feel itchy, and a tingling sensation spread through his heart.

These words were like a good medicine, perfectly and precisely soothing his heart that was about to be consumed by hatred.

In that instant, all his violence and loss of control vanished like clouds scattered by the wind.

He stretched out his clean right hand and slowly wrapped it around her waist, burying his handsome face deep into her neck, deeply feeling her scent.

It's good that she's still here.

Nothing was worth living for.

The arms around her waist tightened, as if trying to meld her into his body.

Jiang Youxi felt the oxygen was thinning, and her head felt increasingly heavy, both dizzy and aching: "He Zhuo, you...you don't hold me so tightly, I...I'm dizzy."

As soon as she finished speaking, everything went black before her eyes, and her head hit his chest.

He Zhuo noticed something was wrong and let go to take a look.

Her eyes were closed, and her body leaned limply against him.

Jiang Xu caught up and, seeing this, immediately shouted, "Dad, Mom has fainted again! Quickly, carry her back to the ward!!"

He Zhuo finally came to his senses, quickly picked her up and ran towards the ward.

-

The doctor quickly treated Jiang Youxi until all her vital signs stabilized before leaving the ward.

The doctor had barely come out when he scolded He Zhuo: "She just woke up, she's still very weak, she had a concussion, and then she went through that emotional rollercoaster. Don't you know patients can't withstand this kind of ordeal?!"

He Zhuo obediently accepted the scolding: "I'm sorry, it was my negligence, I won't do it again next time."

The doctor sighed helplessly, gave instructions on how to care for the patient, and then turned to leave.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief after Jiang Youxi's condition stabilized, she suddenly developed a high fever at 11 p.m.

This frightened everyone, and they all called for a doctor to come and treat them.

After adjusting the treatment plan based on Jiang Youxi's condition, the doctor's treatment regimen improved after intravenous infusion.

"You all go back and rest. I'll stay here and keep watch."

Jiang Xu refused to leave: "Dad, I want to stay and take care of Mom too."

Sensing that He Zhuo was in a bad mood, Jiang Shuli didn't say anything, but simply pulled Jiang Xu away: "Okay, take good care of Xixi, and call us if anything happens."

Jiang Xu and Jiang Shuli walked out of the ward.

Jiang Shaoyang and Zhang Chao were waiting outside. When they saw them come out, they all went up to ask what was going on.

"Xixi is fine now, you can all go back and rest. He Zhuo will stay with her tonight."

Zhang Chao looked at the man sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped limply, his coat stained with blood. He wanted to say something, but felt it was unnecessary.

He pursed his lips, turned around, and left the hospital with everyone else.

He Zhuo reached out and touched the little girl's forehead.

Although the temperature has gone down a bit, the low-grade fever persists and keeps coming back.

He Zhuo dared not relax for a moment and continued to use physical methods to lower her fever, following the doctor's instructions.

"Jiang Youxi, please..." The man held her hand tightly, kissing her palm repeatedly. His hoarse and tired voice held endless worry and helplessness.

"Please don't get a fever anymore, okay?"