DF Chapter 28

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The hospital lobby was bustling with people, but Zhen Yi, who rarely paid attention to strangers, instantly spotted a familiar figure—someone who stood out even in the rigid atmosphere of a hospital.

Yan Ge. He wasn’t in his usual doctor’s attire but instead wore casual sportswear, making him appear much more approachable and warm than usual.

“Yan Ge!” Naturally, she noticed him first. Like a gust of wind, she darted over to him, standing in front of him with a face smeared in blood, grinning from ear to ear.

Yan Ge seemed a bit startled. “…” She always had a way of showing up when he least expected it.

“What a coincidence! It must be fate for us to meet here,” she said cheerfully.

“You got hit,” he observed matter-of-factly.

Zhen Yi was speechless. During their school days, when she was active and playful, getting small injuries was common. Yan Ge would always calmly conclude, “You got hit again.” Did he really think she was that much of a pushover?

“I was being heroic,” Zhen Yi said, throwing a playful punch at the air. Afterward, she quickly grabbed some tissue to press against her eyebrow to stop the bleeding from spreading.

Yan Ge stared at her for a few seconds. Seeing her tissue already soaked with blood, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

“Thanks!” She snatched it from him, leaving a streak of blood on his hand.

Yan Ge stared at the stain on his hand, dumbfounded for a few moments, feeling uncomfortable. He wanted to take the handkerchief back and clean his hand, but she had already pressed it against her brow.

It was as if a neat freak had been dropped into a messy junkyard. That’s likely how Yan Ge felt at that moment, given his obsessive cleanliness. The bloodstain on his hand itched like an annoying tickle, and he felt uncomfortable all over. He wanted to rush off and wash his hands, but leaving Zhen Yi there didn’t seem right either.

Awkwardly, he asked, “You’re going to see a doctor now, right? Well, then… see you.”

Zhen Yi blinked her innocent, wide eyes at him. “I was going to register, but I forgot to bring money. I was just about to head home to grab it. Poor me…”

Yan Ge: “… Well, then, goodbye.” He nodded slightly.

She’d just told him she was in a bad state, and yet he hesitated. After that hesitation, he simply said goodbye?

Zhen Yi grabbed his arm, refusing to accept his reaction. “Yan Ge, you’re going to leave me here to bleed out?”

“You’re already in a hospital. You won’t die.” He kindly and rationally pointed out. But then, his eyes dropped to her hand—another bloody print now stained his white sleeve.

The itch from that metaphorical tickling grass turned into a hundred blades. Yep, no way he could bear this any longer. He needed to go home and change clothes.

Yan Ge pressed his lips together. “Zhen Yi, goodbye.”

His attitude, from Zhen Yi’s perspective, was resolute, bordering on ruthless. Gritting her teeth, she snapped, “Yan Ge, don’t you dare regret this!”

Yan Ge thought for a moment. The corner of a registration slip peeked out from her pocket, her pocket bulging with cash, and her expression gave her away. She’d tricked him again. He didn’t see what he had to regret.

“Goodbye,” he said, turning to leave. But after a few steps, the entire hospital seemed to turn and stare at him, whispering and pointing, almost like they were about to poke holes in his back. That was when he heard a heart-wrenching cry behind him.

“Honey, how could you just leave me after hitting me?”

“…”

And then… there was a loud thud as someone collapsed to the floor.

Honestly, Yan Ge had always thought, even from a young age, that the most suitable profession for Zhen Yi would have been acting.

In the quiet medical room, Yan Ge sat on a high stool, his handsome face expressionless, neither angry nor warm. He methodically used a cotton swab to clean the wound on Zhen Yi’s forehead.

Zhen Yi, however, sat on the bed, cheerfully swinging her legs, thinking about how Yan Ge had to carry her all the way upstairs in front of everyone after she had fainted. She was over the moon.

“Yan Ge, I love the way you smell when you carry me. It makes me want to—” she began to tease, but before she could finish her sentence, she yelped in pain, jerking backward. “Ow! Why are you being so rough? It hurts!”

“Oh, sorry,” he replied coolly, his apology devoid of any sincerity. He turned his chair to grab some ointment.

Zhen Yi pouted but knew he wasn’t truly angry. If he were mad, he wouldn’t have borrowed a colleague’s medical room to personally treat her wound. “By the way, why are you at the hospital? Are you sick?” she asked curiously.

“I came to see someone,” he answered briefly, clearly not wanting to elaborate.

But she never knew when to quit. She reached out, tugging at his sports jacket. “Your clothes feel so nice. They’re so—”

He turned around, catching her in the act of rubbing his jacket like a puppy playing with a toy.

His gaze made her quickly retract her hand, but she grinned shamelessly, as if thinking, If there’s an advantage to take, why not take it?

Without a word, Yan Ge moved closer, carefully applying the ointment to her brow. Perhaps it hurt a little because as soon as he touched her, she flinched slightly, her long lashes fluttering. Her face was so close to his lips—delicate and soft, like creamy porcelain. In moments of silence, there was a fragile beauty about her.

Without betraying any emotion, he shifted his gaze, trying to be as gentle as possible while tending to her wound.

Zhen Yi sat quietly for a few seconds before realizing how close he was. His handsome face seemed larger up close, and his thin lips hovered near her cheek. She could feel his breath on her skin, warm and intimate.

Scent, after all, could be quite seductive.

Never one to hold back, she teased, “Yan Ge, are you trying to seduce me into kissing you?”

He looked down at her, and his fingers pressed just a little harder. She recoiled instantly. “Ow!”

Taking a deep breath, Zhen Yi gazed up at him with teary, pitiful eyes, her voice full of grievance. “Yan Ge, why are you being so mean to me? It really hurts!”

Seeing that she was on the verge of tears, Yan Ge was caught off guard. The area around the brow was sensitive, and he shouldn’t have been so harsh.

After a moment of silence, he resumed applying the ointment, this time leaning down slightly and, somewhat awkwardly, gently blowing on her wound to ease the pain. His breath was soft, tender… and, well, kind of intimate.

Zhen Yi’s heart melted on the spot. This man was so easy to trick—just a few glistening tears, and he’d obediently soften.

When he finished, Zhen Yi’s forehead was bruised and swollen.

Yan Ge observed her for a few seconds, knowing how much she cared about her appearance, and said, “It’ll heal in two or three days. There won’t be a scar.”

Zhen Yi pulled out a mirror, her eyes widening. “Wow, this ointment’s color is so pretty!”

“…” Yan Ge fell silent, realizing that comforting her had been completely unnecessary. She was far more optimistic than most people—naturally optimistic.

He couldn’t help but recall a time when she had fallen down the stairs and hurt her knee. When the nurse applied purple medicine to the wound, Zhen Yi had tried to hold back her tears, but eventually, the pain made her howl like a wolf, stomping the floor in agony.

But afterward, with tears still in her eyes, she had stared at her knee in awe for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “Wow, it’s so pretty,” she had said. She kept crying and laughing at the same time, pointing at the injury. “Look, Yan Ge, isn’t this purple color just beautiful?”