The doctor said: "Mr. He, don't worry. Young He just suffered a broken left leg and a slight concussion. It's a blessing among misfortunes. He just needs to take a good rest."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Yurong almost fainted.
God knows how scared she was just now.
He Chaozhi was sent to the ward. After the anesthesia wore off, he opened his eyes.
"Chaozhi, how do you feel now? Where does it hurt?"
He Mingchuan sat gloomily beside the bed and asked with a frown.
Although father and son are usually at war with each other when they meet, at the critical moment, it is impossible for He Mingchuan not to worry about his son.
He Chaozhi pressed his thin lips into a straight line, as if he didn't really want to see his father.
He said in a hoarse and cold voice: "I have nothing to do. If you are fine, just go back first."
He Mingchuan saw that he was fine, so he didn't care whether his words were big or small.
Jiang Yurong came over with a gentle and gentle breath: "Chaozhi, take good care of yourself. Your father was really anxious just now. I have never seen him in such a hurry."
"What are you talking about?" He Mingchuan said with an unnatural expression: "By the way, where is Song Lan?"
He asked his men to call Song Lan over, and said angrily: "This woman caused Chao Zhi's car accident, which shows that she is an uneasy and kind-hearted person. I heard that she is still working for the Jun family? Humph, let me go and talk to the Jun family.
, expel her out, and no one in the entire Night City will be able to accommodate her!"
Jiang Yurong's face turned pale when she heard this, she opened her mouth, and a sad voice escaped from her weak lips and teeth: "Mingzhuan, why are you doing this? Song Lan is really unintentional, unintentional..."
"It doesn't matter if she doesn't mean it. As long as she stays in Night City for one day, she will only get into trouble! Unless she consciously leaves Night City and stays far away from Chaozhi, otherwise——"
He Mingchuan wanted to say harsh words, but he saw He Chaozhi sitting up on the hospital bed with his leg injured.
He Mingchuan said in shock: "What are you doing? Why don't you lie down quickly!?"
He Chaozhi's eyebrows were gloomy. He grabbed the teacup beside the table and hung it on his injured left leg, his eyes as cold as stars.
"Old man, I don't care what you did to Song Lan behind my back before. But from now on, if you dare to embarrass Song Lan, I will let you watch your only son become completely disabled and become a paralyzed man in bed.
waste."
He Mingchuan's eagle eyes widened, he couldn't believe that He Chaozhi dared to do this for Song Lan.
He gritted his teeth for a long time and sneered: "He Chaozhi, you are really capable of threatening your father with yourself, right? Why did I give birth to such a worthless thing like you!"
He Chaozhi remained unmoved, raised his thin eyelids and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"Old man, I will never marry anyone other than Song Lan in this life, so you'd better get used to it as soon as possible, otherwise, I don't guarantee what will happen to your only son."
He Mingchuan glared at He Chaozhi fiercely and left the ward angrily despite Jiang Yurong's dissuasion.
Jiang Yurong chased her out, but she felt lucky.
She knew that He Mingzhuan protected Song Lan.
"Mingzhuan, Mingzhuan, don't be angry..."
"It's not all the good daughter you gave birth to!"
The two voices gradually became distant.
When Song Lan came, there was only one person in the ward, He Chao. He was sitting on the bedside with his clothes on, closing his eyes to meditate.
"coming?"
He Chaozhi raised his eyes slightly, his dark eyes narrowed a bit.
Song Lan walked in: "Thank you for helping me stop the car accident today."
He Chaozhi smiled and pulled the wound on his leg. He took a deep breath and patted the side of his bed.
"If you are really grateful, then do something practical."
Although the blood at the corner of Song Lan's mouth was gone, his cheeks were red and swollen, and there were still traces of being beaten by He Mingzhuan.
He Chaozhi glanced over and his eyes darkened.
Song Lan was puzzled: "What do you want me to do?"
"Just peel an apple."
He Chaozhi casually glanced at the bedside and handed over a silver knife: "Okay?"
Of course Song Lan can. She has been serving her bedridden father since she was a child, and she also raised herself.
She took the silver knife and twirled the tip lightly, and the apple peel flowed down the blade like water.
He Chaozhi stared at Song Lan with a thin smile on his face.
Song Lan couldn't bear the sight of her, so she pierced Apple's body with the tip of the knife: "Can you stop looking?"
He Chaozhi: "No."
Song Lan was speechless.
She cut the apple into small pieces, picked it up with a fork and handed it to He Chaozhi: "You...why did you push me away at that time? You knew you would be hit by a car, right?"
He Chaozhi took the apple but refused to eat it. He looked at Song Lan with deep eyes: "I know, but I can't fool myself with my immediate reaction. Song Lan, I can't let you go. I still have you in my heart."
Song Lan's thin body trembled, and she stood up to leave and avoid the topic.
He Chaozhi gently grasped his wrist.
"Don't leave, okay?"
He said calmly: "I do fall in love with you, Song Lan."
Song Lan turned around and said in a low but ruthless voice: "Really? But I clearly remember that not long ago, Mr. He, you seemed to have said that I was in love with Jun Zetian?"
He Chaozhi grabbed her hand and refused to let go: "Jun Zetian has already explained it clearly to me, so I know that you and him are not in that kind of relationship, so I will not let go."
"So... you would rather believe Jun Zetian than me?"
Song Lan laughed at himself: "In Young Master He's heart, I am really worthless."
The woman tilted her head, her slender and delicate face full of indifference.
He Chaozhi sighed lightly, raised his right hand, and swore in a low voice: "I will never disbelieve you in the future. It was because I was too impulsive a few days ago, so I said those hurtful things. I will never do that again. Okay."
?"
Song Lan did not answer He Chaozhi. He took out his slender wrist and handed the remaining apples to He Chaozhi, answering the question.
"Don't you want to eat an apple? It's all peeled, go ahead and eat it."
Why did He Chaozhi want to eat an apple?
He chuckled softly: "Song Lan, why do you hold grudges so much, even more than me?"
Seeing that Song Lan still lowered his eyes and ignored him, He Chaozhi clicked his tongue: "Speaking of which, I was injured because of you and am bedridden. Shouldn't you stay and take care of me until I recover?"
Song Lan's eyes widened suddenly and she glared at him with anger: "He Chaozhi, you are going too far."
"But I really feel pain, Song Lan."
He Chaozhi patted his injured left leg and frowned, as if he was really in pain and was enduring it silently.
"Could it be that after I saved you, you couldn't even fulfill this small request? I am your savior."
"..."
Song Lan stood beside He Chaozhi's bed with a pale face, her pale lips pursed tightly.
In the end, there was a stalemate and he stood up with a cold face.
He Chaozhi frowned: "Where are you going?"
Song Lan said coldly: "...I'm going to buy you dinner, I'm afraid you'll starve to death!"
He Chao was stunned, and the corners of his eyes curled up.
He lay back with relief and said in a pleasant tone, "Go ahead."
