Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

The next day, the effects of the anesthetic and sedative wore off completely, and the pain in my body became even more pronounced.

But what made it even more difficult for Shang Song to talk about was that—humans have three urgent needs.

He couldn't stay in bed any longer and twisted around.

Xie Jing looked up from her laptop almost immediately. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Shang Song's face flushed, his eyes darted around, and he pointed in the direction of the restroom.

Xie Jing's expression didn't change much. He simply nodded, closed his notebook, stood up, walked over, slowly raised the hospital bed a little, and then walked to Shang Song's side, his arm going directly under Shang Song's armpit and knee.

"Wait!" Shang Song's face turned even redder. "I can manage by myself! Just help me!"

"Your right foot can't bear weight, and your left leg muscles are also bruised." Xie Jing ignored Shang Song's protests and steadily lifted him up in his arms.

A standard princess carry.

Shang Song: "..."

She was carried to the bathroom in a princess carry by Xie Jing?!

And then it's carefully installed on the toilet?!

There's nothing going on between him and Xie Jing yet!

What sexual appeal will he have left?!

"Xie Jing! Put me down! Just give me a wheelchair!" Shang Song clung to Xie Jing's neck with both hands, howling in shame and indignation.

"You need to practice using the wheelchair, your concussion is still within the 72-hour observation period, and your balance is also poor," Xie Jing continued to refute.

As he spoke, Xie Jing had already carried Shang Song into the bathroom.

The bathroom in the VIP ward was large enough for Xie Jing to carry Shang Song around.

Xie Jing carefully put Shang Song down, making sure his left foot was firmly planted and his right leg, with the cast lightly touching the ground without bearing any weight, before he immediately stepped back.

Instead, he reached for Shang Song's hospital gown belt.

"!!!" Shang Song grabbed his hand, her voice a mix of embarrassment and anger: "Get out! I can do it myself!"

Xie Jing looked up at him. "I've already seen it."

Shang Song: "???"

He stared at Xie Jing, wondering if he had really damaged his brain. When did this happen?

Seeing his astonished expression, Xie Jing added, "While you were unconscious."

While unconscious?

Is it time to change his hospital gown?

Shang Song's vision went black. He felt like a peeled egg, completely exposed to Xie Jing!

There is absolutely no privacy!

And the important point is!!!

Xie Jing has already touched and looked at it!

And he!

He hasn't seen Xie Jing yet!

This is not fair!

This is a huge loss!

He abruptly pulled his hand away from Xie Jing, instead gripping his own waistband tightly, and growled urgently and fiercely, "Get out! I'll do it myself!"

Xie Jing lowered his gaze, glancing at Shang Song's already lost territory, and withdrew his hand without further insistence.

"Hold on tight, slow down, I'm right outside the door."

After saying that, Xie Jing turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Facing the closed door, Shang Song gritted his teeth and struggled with the belt of his hospital gown, mentally condemning Xie Jing a hundred times over.

What does it mean to have seen it?

what?

Is that something you can just look at freely?

After he had finally settled his life's most important matter and painstakingly tidied himself up, he stood up on one leg, and the door was opened without warning.

Xie Jing walked in and reached out to hug him again.

Shang Song was picked up and stared at the chin so close to his face. "Hey! Xie Jing! Aren't you busy? You're watching over me like this 24/7!"

"Not busy," Xie Jing replied briefly.

Shang Song was carefully settled back into bed by Xie Jing. She took Xie Jing's hand and said, "Xie Jing, once I feel better, I don't need to be carried anymore. Can you get me a high-tech wheelchair? A really cool one, an electric one that can climb stairs..."

His eyes darted around, and he grinned like a little fox. "Then you'll push me to the amusement park! Last time I went with Xu Lao Er and the others, the lines were so long my legs almost gave out! Now it's great, I can sit and wait in line, so comfortable! I can even use the VIP lane, right? Isn't this a perk for my tripping and falling?"

He laughed at himself as he spoke, chuckling to himself.

Xie Jing looked at Shang Song's excited face, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Let's talk about it when you're feeling better."

Shang Song suddenly realized that he had said something stupid.

How could Xie Jing possibly go to a crowded amusement park?

If he goes, the entire park will probably have to be cleared out in advance, and all facilities will have to undergo strict security checks.

That was not the atmosphere of an amusement park he had imagined at all!

"...Oh, right, you can't go." Shang Song chuckled. "Then get me a wheelchair, not an electric one, I'll have Xu Lao Er push me! Haha! I'll be sitting in the wheelchair eating ice cream while Xu Lao Er pushes me, all sweaty! Just thinking about it is awesome!"

"No." Xie Jing's answer was still brief.

"Why?" Shang Song looked at him.

Xie Jing did not answer immediately, and his face remained expressionless, but Shang Song could sense that Xie Jing was unhappy.

Shang Song reached out to scratch his head, but Xie Jing gently pressed his hand down. "Don't touch your head."

Xie Jing gripped his hand, unconsciously tightening his grip slightly. "They can't protect you."

Shang Song was stunned.

He hadn't expected Xie Jing to think that way.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute that it was an accident, that Zhou Yun suddenly launched an attack, and that no one had expected it.

Moreover, Xu Zhao and Shen Yan had already tried their best to stop Zhou Yun.

But when he felt the slight tremor in Xie Jing's hand, he suddenly realized there was no need to say those words anymore.

Because Xie Jing wasn't blaming Xu Zhao and Shen Yan at all; it seemed like he was blaming himself.

I blame myself for letting him go out yesterday.

Why aren't you by his side?

Why did he get hurt?

Shang Song suddenly didn't want to talk about wheelchairs and amusement parks anymore.

He patted the side of his bed, gesturing for Xie Jing to sit down. "Professor Xie, I didn't expect you to have such potential as a domineering CEO."

Xie Jingyi sat down, and upon hearing this, his eyes flickered slightly, but he pursed his lips and remained silent.

Shang Song grabbed Xie Jing's hand and shook it.

"Don't be afraid, okay?" Shang Song carefully moved closer, looked up at Xie Jing, and said softly, "It was an accident. Zhou Yun is a madwoman. Madwomen don't act rationally. And look, I'm much better now, aren't I? My head isn't dizzy anymore, and my body doesn't hurt as much."

Xie Jing let him hold his hand, but the melancholy in his eyes remained deep.

"What if," Xie Jing's voice trembled with suppressed emotion, "you weren't wearing that hat yesterday?"

His hands trembled even more violently.

Xie Jing himself seemed unaware of this.

"You landed on the back of your head, Shang Song." He spoke with great difficulty, almost uttering each word slowly, "If it weren't for that hat..."

He couldn't continue, so he turned his face away.

Shang Song noticed that Xie Jing's hand was trembling more and more noticeably.

That's not right.

Shang Song panicked a little. He sniffed and gripped the trembling hand tightly.

"But," Shang Song gently pulled Xie Jing's hand closer to his chest, seemingly wanting to hug him, "I did wear it! And it was the hat you prepared for me! Right?"

Xie Jing tilted his head back, turned his face further to the side, and didn't say anything.

"You bought me this hat, the one with bear ears!"

Shang Song reached out his free hand to touch Xie Jing's face, making him look at him again before he spoke:

"It was the bear hat you bought that protected me."