Every night, the nurses would do their rounds.
Knowing Qin Yuhe's noble status, the burn specialist had specifically instructed the nurses to check his room a few extra times during the night.
A nurse stood at the door of the ward and knocked. "Mr. Qin, are you in there?"
No answer.
The nurse knocked three times in a row, but there was no response.
Did this prominent Mr. Qin sneak out of the ward?
Or had his condition worsened, and he had fainted inside?
Thinking about how he was a big shot, if anything happened to him, a lowly nurse like her wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility. She immediately took out her phone and called the burn specialist.
At this time, the burn specialist had just returned home and was getting into bed, ready to sleep.
Hearing the nurse say that Mr. Qin might have fainted in his bed, the specialist threw off the covers and jumped up. "I'm heading to the hospital right now!"
Rushing like his pants were on fire, he drove right on the edge of the speed limit, risking a suspended license as he hurried to the hospital.
The burn specialist stood at the door of the ward, drenched in sweat.
Inside the room, Qin Yuhe was also drenched in sweat.
The burn specialist knocked on the door. "Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin, are you alright?"
At this moment, Song Xinya was standing on the floor, her hands tightly gripping the iron railing at the foot of the bed.
Qin Yuhe had one hand gripping the back of her neck and the other holding her waist.
Song Xinya's hair was wet with sweat, the damp strands clinging to her temples. Panting heavily, her words were broken. "Someone... someone else is here?"
Qin Yuhe's muscles bulged as if engorged with blood. "Ignore them."
The burn specialist knocked twice more and called out twice, but just like the little nurse, he received no answer.
Alarm bells rang in the burn specialist's head. Oh no, Mr. Qin's condition must have worsened. He couldn't even speak!
The nurse asked anxiously, "Director, what should we do?"
The burn specialist said, "I don't have Mr. Qin's phone number. I'll call his grandmother and get Old Madam Qin over here!"
Song Xinya panicked.
Old Madam Qin had specifically warned her before not to let Qin Yuhe fool around, as his health was the priority.
If Old Madam Qin found out, her reputation as a "disastrous seductress" would be solidified.
She reached her arms back, pushing against Qin Yuhe's abdomen. "Hurry up and go out. Go out and tell the doctor and nurse so they don't go looking for grandma."
Qin Yuhe said, "There's no need to go out."
The burn specialist found Old Madam Qin's number and was just about to dial when Qin Yuhe's voice came from inside the room. "I'm perfectly fine. Nothing is wrong."
His voice was hoarse and deep, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
The burn specialist asked with concern, "Are you truly alright? Mr. Qin, your voice is extremely hoarse."
The voice from inside sounded as if it was forced out under immense physical exertion, carrying a ruthless intensity that pierced through everything. "I'm. Fine."
The nurse called out to the door, "Mr. Qin, your voice sounds really hoarse. Let me pour you a glass of warm water and bring it inside."
Qin Yuhe's voice rang out again, filled with impatience. "Leave!"
He didn't want to say a single extra word.
The burn specialist and the nurse didn't dare to say anything more and left the doorway.
Worried that an accident might happen, the burn specialist didn't dare go home again and slept in his office chair.
Four hours later, the little nurse woke the burn specialist up and hesitantly asked, "Director, it's time for rounds again. Should I still check Mr. Qin's room?"
The burn specialist said, "Check it."
The little nurse said, "I'm a little scared to."
The burn specialist replied, "I'll go with you."
The two of them stood at the door of the ward once again and knocked.
The burn specialist started, "Mr. Qin..."
From inside, Qin Yuhe's voice came through gritted teeth. "Stop bothering me."
The burn specialist turned to look at the little nurse. "We're not checking. Let's go back."
As the two walked back, suddenly, a loud crash echoed from inside the ward.
It sounded like something had collapsed.
The little nurse looked at the burn director. "What was that sound?"
The burn director suddenly realized something and replied, "Ignore it."
The two returned to their respective rooms and never checked on Qin Yuhe's ward again.
Inside the ward, the bed frame had split, the wooden boards had caved in, the mattress had fallen to the floor, and the bedding was a tangled mess.
Song Xinya lay sprawled on the bedding, her posture revealing her panic.
Qin Yuhe reached out his arm, slipping it under her waist to scoop her up from the floor. "Did you hurt yourself?"
Song Xinya sniffled, her voice muffled. "No, I fell on the blanket."
She looked at the mess on the floor, her eyes full of disbelief.
She and Qin Yuhe had broken the bed!
More accurately, Qin Yuhe had broken the bed!
If they were at home, a broken bed was just a broken bed, they could just replace it. But this was a hospital ward! With the bed broken, the doctors and nurses would definitely ask about it. How were they supposed to explain that?!
Song Xinya's small face was full of worry. "What do we do?"
Qin Yuhe held her and walked toward the sofa. "It broke, so it broke. It's no big deal."
Song Xinya was truly exhausted and had no energy left to think about it. She slumped onto the sofa. "Sleep. We'll deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow."
Qin Yuhe stood with one leg on the floor and kneeled beside her with the other. He leaned over and kissed her lips. "We were only halfway done just now."
Song Xinya lay there weakly, her swollen lips muttering, "No more, no more. I'm sleepy. Baby wants to sleep."
Qin Yuhe asked, "You sleep, and I'll do my thing?"
Song Xinya closed her eyes and was already asleep.
Qin Yuhe smiled faintly. If this wasn't tacit consent, what was!
...
The sofa wasn't very spacious. Two adults lying flat on their backs definitely wouldn't fit.
After Qin Yuhe finished his business, he turned Song Xinya's body to her side, tucking her between the back of the sofa and his own body.
His chest was pressed tightly against her front. The two of them squeezed together seamlessly and fell asleep just like that.
Actually, there was another way to sleep. Even though the bed was broken, the mattress was still there. Qin Yuhe could have slept on the mattress.
But he preferred this, squeezing together with her to sleep.
With their skin touching, their bodies felt an instinctive fondness and comfort. This feeling of absolute intimacy as they held each other made him addicted.
The rich, strong masculine scent enveloped the woman's smooth skin, providing an exceptional sense of security. Song Xinya lay on Qin Yuhe's chest, listening to his heartbeat, and slept soundly.
At eight o'clock in the morning, it was time for rounds again.
The nurses didn't dare check Qin Yuhe's room again, but as they checked the other wards one by one, the sounds of talking, footsteps, and the rolling wheels of the medical carts on the floor intertwined and flooded into Song Xinya's ears.
She knew that today, Old Madam Qin and Old Master Qin would definitely come to visit Qin Yuhe. Not daring to delay any longer, she prepared to get up.
After Song Xinya supported herself against the wall and stood up, she realized she was completely naked.
She looked at the man still lying on the sofa. "After you finished last night, why didn't you put some clothes on me?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "Sleeping naked is good for the body. I'm not wearing anything either."
Song Xinya asked, "Aren't you going to get up?"
Qin Yuhe said, "I can't."
Song Xinya asked, "Why?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "We were too intense last night. The wound on my abdomen split open."
Song Xinya: "!!!!!!!"
