For a moment, Old Madam Qin, Old Master Qin, and Qin Hanxiao were all left speechless.
The person involved had already stated that his injury had nothing to do with his wife. If they said anything more, it would just seem unreasonable, as if they were forcing the blame onto Song Xinya's head.
Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe, her eyes brimming with emotion and gratitude.
Qin Yuhe looked back at her and gave her a gentle, shallow smile. Straighten your back and keep your head up. You don't need to bow your head to anyone.
His gaze was sincere and earnest, without a trace of falsehood.
He wasn't just comforting her; he truly believed that his injury wasn't her fault.
She had gone to save her sister and, from beginning to end, had never asked for his help. It was he who had volunteered to go with her.
She didn't have the eyes of God; before the incident happened, she couldn't have anticipated that he would get hurt.
Most importantly, she never wanted him to get hurt.
She was already feeling terribly guilty.
How could she be blamed?
How could anyone bear to blame her?
This was between him and her. Qin Yuhe didn't want any third party judging her, not even his own father.
So, enduring the pain in his abdomen, he stood up to stand side by side with her.
Qin Yuhe had always been a man with a high tolerance for pain. However, having a wooden stick pierce his abdomen was a pain so intense that even for him, just standing for a short while caused his muscles to spasm in agony.
On the surface, however, he still looked completely unfazed.
The doctor walked over to him. Mr. Qin, your wounds need their dressings changed.
Supporting himself on his own two legs, Qin Yuhe walked back to the bed without changing his expression.
Song Xinya saw the fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
She knew he was in a lot of pain.
Her long, thick eyelashes drooped, hiding the unshed tears trembling in her eyes.
She walked over to his side and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The doctor began to unwrap the gauze on Qin Yuhe's hands.
Qin Yuhe glanced around at the people in the room and said, All of you, step out for a moment.
The three elders walked out, and Song Xinya followed them.
Inside the room, the doctor used a wire ball and an abrasive tool to scrape away the necrotic flesh on the palms of Qin Yuhe's hands.
There is a saying that the fingers are connected directly to the heart.
From a medical perspective, the nerve distribution at the fingertips is extremely dense, and pain receptors are very abundant, so even a minor injury can cause severe pain.
The injuries on Qin Yuhe's hands were by no means minor.
The doctor held the wire ball, scraping hard against Qin Yuhe's flesh.
The veins on Qin Yuhe's neck and forehead bulged out, each one distinct and swollen, as if the blood inside was about to burst forth.
He gritted his teeth, not uttering a single sound.
Out in the corridor, Song Xinya sat together with the three elders.
The air was completely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
No one spoke.
No one was in the mood to speak.
Time fell like fine sand in an hourglass, moving forward silently but steadily.
The door to the ward finally opened.
The four people in the corridor hurriedly stood up and walked into the room.
They were hit in the face by an even stronger smell of disinfectant.
Mingled with the scent of blood.
All four instinctively glanced toward the trash can, seeing it full of blood-soaked cotton swabs, cotton balls, and gauze.
Qin Yuhe sat on the hospital bed, his back leaning against the wall. His expression looked calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.
But his pale lips betrayed his true feelings.
Old Madam Qin wept endlessly, keeping her little handkerchief busy as she wiped both her tears and her nose.
Her precious grandson had suffered so much, and it made her want to cry terribly.
The ward was filled with the old lady's sobbing.
Qin Yuhe said, Grandma, tears are pearls, but cry too much and you'll turn into a pig.
Old Madam Qin replied, So what if I turn into a pig? I'd still be a beautiful old pig.
Qin Yuhe said, Don't be too sad. Unhappiness isn't covered by health insurance.
Old Madam Qin said, Who cares about those few pennies from health insurance? It's just that whenever I think of our Little He suffering so much, my tears just won't stop falling.
Qin Yuhe said, Grandma, look at it from another angle. The wooden stick pierced my abdomen, but it didn't take my life. The palms of my hands were burned, but I wasn't hurt anywhere else. What does snow turn into after it melts?
Spring.
Old Madam Qin's crying subsided. You just know exactly how to comfort people.
Qin Yuhe sat for a while and began to feel a little tired.
The three elders left the ward to let him rest.
Song Xinya stayed with Qin Yuhe, sitting by his bedside and watching over him constantly.
Qin Yuhe didn't sleep for long before waking up.
The first thing he saw was Song Xinya's small face, brimming with concern. Did the pain wake you up?
Qin Yuhe answered truthfully, No, I need to pee.
Song Xinya asked, Should I help you to the bathroom, or...
She thought for a moment and came up with a more convenient idea. I can find you a plastic bottle. You can just put your, well, that thing into the bottle and pee while lying in bed.
Qin Yuhe: ...............
I'd better go to the bathroom.
Song Xinya respected his wishes. Okay, I'll help you up.
Holding onto his arm, she slowly and gently walked him to the bathroom.
Everyone knows that hands are extremely important, but when your hands are injured, you realize this even more profoundly.
For example, something as easy as taking off one's pants was quite difficult for the current Qin Yuhe.
His tall, imposing figure stood in front of the toilet as he said to Song Xinya, Please trouble yourself to help me take off my pants.
Song Xinya bent down, reached her hands to Qin Yuhe's waist, and untied the drawstring of his pants.
With a whoosh, the pants dropped down, piling up around Qin Yuhe's ankles.
The waistband of the hospital pants had completely lost its elasticity, relying entirely on the drawstring at the front to stay up. Once the tie was undone, the pants slid down instantly like a runaway wild horse.
They fell so fast that it caught Song Xinya completely off guard.
She saw it.
As a conditioned reflex, she wanted to turn around, but she suddenly thought of something.
Because of the differences in male and female anatomy, women squat to pee, while men stand.
When men stand to pee, they usually need to do a certain action.
Song Xinya asked considerately, Do you need me to help you hold it?
Qin Yuhe froze for a moment. Realizing what she was asking, he replied, Are you willing to?
Song Xinya: I am.
She reached her hand out toward his lower abdomen...
