Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

Song Shiyan wanted to scold Rong Zheng for not taking care of her body, but when he met her cautious gaze, he couldn't bear to, and finally said gently, "It might hurt a little, just bear with it."

Rong Zheng: "Mm."

Song Shiyan first used iodine to clean the dampness of the wound on Rong Zheng's waist. When he applied the cotton swab, he could clearly feel that her waist muscles tightened a bit.

Such a wound must be painful to clean. Other girls would probably have cried out by now, but she didn't utter a sound. She just clenched her fingers slightly as she lifted her clothes.

Her strength only makes her more pitiful.

A person's personality is closely related to their upbringing.

He knew she was adopted from an orphanage by the Rong family, and he also knew that the Rong family parents favored sons over daughters. She must have suffered a lot to be able to remain calm and composed when her husband cheated on her, and to endure the pain without complaining when she was hurt.

After what happened yesterday, I rested for a night and am fully recharged to get back to work today.

But he knew that the incident had a great impact on her, otherwise she wouldn't have been trembling and shouting not to come closer while she was asleep on the plane.

She was just used to bearing everything alone and swallowing all the bitterness herself.

"You can cry out if it hurts."

Rong Zheng was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then a faint self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips.

It only makes sense to cry out in pain if someone cares; otherwise, all the pain is nothing but groaning.

"It doesn't hurt."

Song Shiyan paused slightly, said nothing more, but his movements became even gentler.

Disinfect, apply anti-inflammatory ointment, and apply sterile dressing.

The wound on my waist was treated quickly.

Song Shiyan: "Shoulder".

Rong Zheng pulled her clothes down a bit, but found that the wound couldn't be exposed. She unbuttoned one button at the front of her chest, tried again, but it still wasn't enough. She unbuttoned another button and pulled it down until it was enough.

Then she moved her low ponytail, which was tied behind her head, to the front so that it wouldn't get in the way of applying the medicine later.

Song Shiyan tidied up the used cotton swabs and cotton balls, then looked up at Rong Zheng in front of him, his eyes slightly darkening.

She had her back to him, the silk fabric of her dress draped smoothly over one shoulder, revealing half of her fair back under the light. The lines were soft and rounded, and the curve of her shoulder was slender and beautiful.

Her back was slightly tense, revealing a hint of awkward shyness.

She wasn't trying to seduce him at all; she was just sitting there quietly. Yet, the gentle curve of her shoulders and neck was like a delicate string, gently stirring the restrained desire for her in his heart.

However, when my gaze shifted downwards and I saw the more severe abrasions on her shoulder blades than on her waist, the tenderness in my heart vanished instantly, leaving only a dense, throbbing pain coursing through my body.

"The dressing must be changed every day from now on!"

The man's voice was deep and resonant, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

How do I change it?

She couldn't possibly tell anyone about this. Was she supposed to have Song Shiyan come and change her dressings every day?

Just as Rong Zheng thought this, Song Shiyan's deep voice came from behind her again, "I'll change it for you."

"No need..." Rong Zheng turned to look at Song Shiyan as she spoke, but upon meeting his stern and cold eyes, she instantly cowered and changed her mind, "Okay."

Song Shiyan said in a deep voice, "The wound is red and swollen, and it's already infected and inflamed."

Rong Zheng turned her neck as far back as possible and leaned her shoulders forward, trying to see the injury on her shoulder blade.

"Don't move, you might aggravate the wound." Song Shiyan said, taking out his phone to take a picture of Rong Zheng's back, then handing it to Rong Zheng, "Look."

Rong Zheng zoomed in on the photo with two fingers to examine it closely. The wound was indeed red, swollen, and inflamed. "It's too hot. I didn't expect it to get infected so quickly."

Song Shiyan reiterated: "Change the dressing every day."

"Okay." Rong Zheng cherished her life and didn't want to get sick. She thought it was just some scratches and wouldn't be too serious, so she didn't take it seriously. Now that it's inflamed, she naturally has to take it seriously.

Because the wound was already swollen, when it was being treated, Rong Zheng felt as if needles were being stabbed into her heart, causing excruciating pain.

Song Shiyan noticed that her body was very tense and knew that she was in pain. He leaned over and cleaned and disinfected the wound while gently blowing air into it.

A cool breeze gently brushed against Rong Zheng's back, causing her to stiffen abruptly.

She's not a three-year-old child, why are you still putting a blanket on her?

She turned her head slightly and saw a man in her line of sight with a focused and serious expression, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were in great pain, even though she was the one who was injured.

Is he feeling sorry for her?

Upon realizing this, Rong Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly averted her gaze, staring straight ahead.

But the cool breeze blowing against her back constantly reminded her that this man cared for her.

Her red lips unconsciously curved slightly upwards, and her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

She couldn't help but recall the time she went to Song Shiyan's house to cook noodles for him, when her fingers were burned by the bowl, and he blew on them for her in the same way.

Did he feel sorry for her back then?

When exactly did he start having those kinds of feelings for her?

Was it after she came to Beijing, or before she came to Beijing?

Wait, why is she thinking about this?

Anyway, the two of them can't be together. He also said that he would pretend he didn't say what he said that day. Why is she still thinking about these irrelevant things?

Rong Zheng gently exhaled, adjusting her heartbeat and breathing, and banishing the jumbled thoughts from her mind.

A moment later, Song Shiyan's deep, pleasant voice came from behind, "All done."

"Thank you." Rong Zheng rolled up the clothes hanging on her arm, quickly buttoned them up, then got up and went to the wardrobe to find a thin blanket and handed it to Song Shiyan, "Don't catch a cold."

Song Shiyan looked up at Rong Zheng, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

The man's eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and there seemed to be tiny starlight shining in his deep eyes. Although his smile was faint, it was exceptionally charming.

Rong Zheng's heart skipped a beat when he looked at her, and she hurriedly looked away.

Song Shiyan took the blanket, picked up the medical kit, and left the room.

Even after Rong Zheng lay down on the bed, her heart was still pounding. She could hear her own heartbeat even with her eyes closed, thump, thump, thump, one beat after another, like a drumbeat.

I don't know how much time passed, but just as I was finally drifting off to sleep, a knock came at the door, accompanied by Aunt Liu's anxious voice, "Dr. Rong, Madam has been awakened by a nightmare."

Rong Zheng instantly woke up, got out of bed, opened the door, and saw that Song Shiyan had also come from the living room.

She walked quickly toward Duan Yunshu's room.

Hearing Liu Ma's voice behind him, "Young Master, Madam is awake, but she's not feeling well. You'd better not go in, lest you hurt yourself again."

Rong Zheng stopped and turned to look at Song Shiyan, whose brows were furrowed with worry. "Don't worry, I'm here. Everything will be alright."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly and did not walk any further.

Rong Zheng entered Duan Yunshu's room and saw her sitting on the bed with a quilt in her arms, looking panicked, her eyes filled with fear, and her whole body trembling.