The wound on his abdomen had burst open!!!
The first thing Song Xinya thought of wasn't worrying that Old Madam Qin and Old Master Qin would find out about them fooling around in the hospital room.
Instead, she was worried about him.
Worried if he was in pain.
Worried if his injury was serious.
Worried if he was bleeding.
She didn't have a single piece of clothing on right now, completely naked, and she couldn't even bother to get dressed. Her long legs stepped over him and landed on the floor.
She squatted beside him and lifted the blanket covering his waist and abdomen.
She saw that the wound, which had just healed together, had split open into a hideous gash, revealing the red flesh inside.
Around the wound were clumps of dried, clotted blood.
A patch of the white blanket was stained red.
Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat in panic, her voice flustered: "I'll take you to see a doctor!"
Qin Yuhe looked calm, his voice gentle: "My injury isn't serious, don't panic."
Song Xinya: "But it looks so serious..." His flesh was torn open.
Qin Yuhe: "It only looks serious on the outside; the inside is still healed together."
Song Xinya helped him sit up, then ran toward the door: "I'll go get a doctor."
Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back: "Put some clothes on."
Song Xinya: "..."
Song Xinya proved from personal experience that when a person is overly nervous, their brain really does become stupid. She was about to open the door without even wearing any clothes.
This was the so-called: danger lowers intelligence.
The clothes she wore last night were completely unwearable now.
Her panties had been torn in half by him and thrown on the floor.
Because he rubbed too hard, the sponge pads in her bra were ruined by his grasping.
The pink nightgown was even more unseemly to look at; the V-neck had been ripped open like a cardigan, and wearing it wouldn't cover anything at all.
Why did he like tearing her undergarments so much!
What kind of fetish was this!
Was he showing off his strength?!
Now was not the time to fuss over this. Song Xinya squatted down, quickly grabbed the scattered rags on the floor, and stuffed them under the mattress.
She dug out a dress from her suitcase, slipped it on, and then found a set of loose casual clothes for Qin Yuhe.
In stark contrast to his unrestrained, insatiable, and fierce demeanor from last night, Qin Yuhe was now sitting on the sofa, his hands resting on his knees and his head bowed, looking quite obedient.
Song Xinya didn't blame him. What happened had already happened, and blaming him wouldn't help. Right now, she only wanted to get his wound treated as quickly as possible so he would suffer less.
Holding the shirt, she lifted one of his arms and guided it into the sleeve, dressing him.
After putting on his shirt, she squatted at his feet, held one of his legs in her arms, and put his pants on for him.
Qin Yuhe looked at his wife squatting by his feet, a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, and said, "Yaya, I can dress myself."
Song Xinya still held his leg tightly with both hands, slipping the pant leg over one of his feet: "I'm worried you'll pull the wound, I'll dress you."
Qin Yuhe: "Thank you."
Song Xinya: "What are you thanking me for, silly."
Qin Yuhe curled his lips into a smile and said nothing.
After dressing him, Song Xinya said: "Sit on the sofa and don't move, I'll go call the doctor over."
He beckoned to her: "Come closer."
Song Xinya asked in confusion: "What is it?"
She bent down, bringing her face closer to him.
Qin Yuhe raised his hand, his cuff brushing across her forehead: "Wiping your sweat."
Song Xinya froze for a moment, her heart feeling as if it had been filled to the brim with warm sunlight, fluttering incessantly.
The soft fabric of his cuff covered her forehead. The clothes were freshly washed, carrying the scent of laundry detergent, but the tip of her nose only caught his unique scent, the smell of cedar in the forest.
His movements were very gentle as he wiped away all the beads of sweat on her forehead: "All done."
Song Xinya glanced at him, then ran out of the hospital room.
She rushed into the burn specialist's office: "Mr. Qin's abdominal wound has split open, Doctor, please go take a look."
The burn specialist immediately followed Song Xinya back to the room.
A young nurse nearby also started running along: "Mr. Qin was perfectly fine yesterday, how did his abdominal wound suddenly split open overnight?"
Naturally, Song Xinya wasn't going to answer her.
The burn specialist immediately realized the reason why Qin Yuhe's abdominal wound had split open.
This patient, resolute despite his injuries, fighting bravely while wounded, really played rough.
To protect the privacy of an important figure, the burn specialist turned around and took the tray full of medical supplies from the nurse's hands: "You go back, I'll handle this."
The nurse stood there with a bewildered expression, still not understanding what was going on.
Song Xinya led the burn specialist and rushed into the hospital room.
The door opened, and a gust of wind blew over Qin Yuhe, lightly ruffling his black hair.
It wasn't intentional peeping; it was simply because the scene inside the room was too earth-shattering!
At a glance, the burn specialist saw the collapsed bed.
The hospital bed was made of iron, made of iron, and he still managed to break it!
Badass!
If President Qin's wound didn't burst, whose would!
The burn specialist considered himself a knowledgeable man with rich life experience, but now he realized he hadn't seen enough.
In his thirty years of practice, he had seen countless patients, but this was the first time he had seen a patient collapse an iron hospital bed!
With so much strength, President Qin must be a beast!
In just one minute, a massive tsunami surged in the burn specialist's heart.
He was truly stunned, bro.
Fortunately, his long-cultivated professional demeanor was still intact, and he looked relatively calm on the surface.
The burn specialist lifted the hem of Qin Yuhe's shirt, examined the wound, and said, "It needs stitches."
Song Xinya's heart clenched: "He just had his stitches removed."
The burn specialist: "The wound is too large and the split is too deep. If we don't stitch it, it will heal slowly and there's a risk of infection."
Song Xinya stammered, "Then s-s-s-stitch it."
Qin Yuhe's clear eyes looked at her: "It's just getting stitches, don't be afraid."
Song Xinya: "I'm worried it will hurt you."
Qin Yuhe: "They'll use anesthesia, it won't hurt."
He patted the sofa: "Sit next to me."
Song Xinya walked over and sat beside him.
The doctor took out a crescent-shaped, sharp needle.
He gripped the needle with forceps and pierced it into the flesh of Qin Yuhe's abdomen.
Song Xinya frowned tightly, her eyelids trembling lightly, staring uneasily at the sharp curved needle.
Suddenly, her vision went dark. Qin Yuhe reached out and covered her eyes: "Don't look."
With his other arm, he wrapped around her shoulders, pressing his palm against her head to let her lean on his shoulder: "Close your eyes and stay with me, it'll be over soon."
Song Xinya listened to his words, quietly nestling against his shoulder, keeping him company.
After a while, the doctor finished stitching up the wound on Qin Yuhe's abdomen.
The doctor instructed, "Mr. Qin, please remember, before the wound is healed, you cannot do any exercises that require exertion from your waist."
Song Xinya's entire body stiffened.
Qin Yuhe, still looking as calm as ever, asked, "What about slight exertion?"
Doctor: "..."
"It's best not to."
Qin Yuhe: "Meaning, it is also possible."
Doctor: "............"
"You'd better not."
Song Xinya quickly spoke up: "Understood, Doctor, President Qin will remember."
The doctor asked, "President Qin, do you have any further instructions?"
Song Xinya tightened her grip on Qin Yuhe's hand, looking up at him with watery eyes as she shook her head.
She didn't say a single word, but Qin Yuhe understood her meaning. He turned to the doctor and said, "Don't tell my grandparents about my abdominal wound reopening."
"What is it that you can't tell us?" Old Madam Qin and Old Master Qin said as they walked into the hospital room.
