When Wei Yumeng returned, Fang Xun was just walking out of the hospital room. The two almost bumped into each other, and Fang Xun instinctively greeted Wei Yumeng.
"Madam, did I not bump into you?"
"It's fine. By the way, Fang Xun, you don't need to call me Madam anymore. Just call me by my name."
She and Zhan Mohan were already divorced. If he still called her Madam, it would sound awkward.
"This..." Fang Xun instinctively turned to look at Zhan Mohan on the hospital bed.
Zhan Mohan was holding his phone, his gaze fixed on the screen, and he said casually, "Fang Xun is used to calling you that, and it's hard to change. Don't take it to heart."
Fang Xun heard the implied meaning. President Zhan didn't want him to change his address.
"Yes, yes, I'm just used to it. It's a bit difficult for me to suddenly call you by your name."
Wei Yumeng didn't know what to say for a moment, feeling a little annoyed and awkward.
Fang Xun said nonchalantly, "Call me whatever you want. Madam, you don't need to mind it. Besides, President Zhan doesn't care. You don't need to fuss over such a trivial matter as a title."
"Alright then. Have you finished talking? I bought some food outside. There's porridge or noodles. Would you like to eat something before you go?"
Fang Xun had been busy all day and was indeed a bit hungry. He still had other things to do at the company later.
He was about to agree.
"Okay..."
"The company has ordered meals for him. Let him eat back at the company."
Before Fang Xun could finish, Zhan Mohan interrupted him.
Wei Yumeng didn't think much of it. "Alright then. These are all quite light. You might not be used to them."
Fang Xun felt like a target. Besides, President Zhan was too stingy. It was just a meal, after all. He probably didn't want him to disturb their time alone, as such opportunities were rare.
He forced a smile and replied, "That's right. These light dishes are for President Zhan. Madam, you two eat slowly. I'll be going now."
After Fang Xun left, Wei Yumeng placed the food she bought on the bedside table next to Zhan Mohan. She carefully poured the food into a bowl, took out disposable chopsticks, and handed them to Zhan Mohan first. She also specifically reminded him, "I've washed this bowl, it's very clean."
She knew Zhan Mohan was a germaphobe. The bowls and chopsticks at the Zhan family were usually replaced every three months and disinfected daily. She figured he would be even less comfortable using outside items in the hospital.
Zhan Mohan was quite pleased. He didn't expect her to remember his germaphobia.
Wei Yumeng handed him the bowl and chopsticks. "They're not hot anymore. I've tested them. You can eat."
Zhan Mohan made no move to take them, tilting his head back. "My hand isn't convenient."
Wei Yumeng rolled her eyes. He was pulling that trick again. "Your hand should be fine. You can hold chopsticks." She was determined not to indulge his behavior.
Zhan Mohan remained unmoved, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I'm the patient. Don't forget, I got injured for whom. You just heard the doctor say that if the knife had been a little further off, I would have..."
"Stop talking. I'll feed you, won't I?" The words sent shivers down her spine, and her heart ached. She couldn't imagine what would have happened if Ning Tao's knife had been a few millimeters off. Would she even be able to see Zhan Mohan now, let alone have the leisure to argue with him? Her heart softened. She finally picked up the spoon and bowl and fed him spoonful by spoonful.
Zhan Mohan enjoyed her attentive care to his heart's content. Watching her carefully trying not to burn him, a peculiar emotion flickered in his eyes. He asked in a deep voice, "Wei Yumeng, if I hadn't saved you, would you treat me like this?"
Would you show me such unreserved tenderness and care?
Wei Yumeng looked up in confusion, gazing at the swirling emotions in his eyes, and suddenly found him incomprehensible. She tugged at the corner of her lips. "What do you mean?"
"Have you ever taken care of Xin Ran like this?" Zhan Mohan looked at her intently, anticipating her answer.
Wei Yumeng paused for a moment but quickly regained her composure, stirring the spoon in the bowl. "No. Even when Xin Ran is sick, he doesn't bother me by calling."
Zhan Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly. "If I understand you correctly, you mean I trouble you often for my care?"
"That's not what I mean. I..." Before she could finish, Zhan Mohan suddenly leaned in, his hot breath fanning her cheeks, his voice deep. "As a wife, isn't it your duty to take care of your husband?"
Wei Yumeng's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively wanted to retort. "We're divorced. I'm only taking care of you now because you saved me. President Zhan, please don't misunderstand."
"I'm not misunderstanding. I see very clearly. Wei Yumeng, you liked me, didn't you?" His gaze was direct and honest, devoid of any pretense, and pierced straight into her heart. Wei Yumeng almost couldn't withstand his sharp gaze. Fortunately, at this moment, the doctor knocked on the door.
"Let's check on the patient's condition."
Wei Yumeng quickly got up, put away the bowls and chopsticks. Two doctors entered, followed by several nurses, who seemed to be interns. The doctors conducted a series of examinations on Zhan Mohan and recorded something in his medical record. The atmosphere in the room was inexplicably tense, and Wei Yumeng's heart was also in her throat.
"Doctor, is there something wrong with him? Is his wound not healing correctly? Will there be any long-term effects?"
The doctor was amused and bewildered by Wei Yumeng's string of questions. "Miss, please don't worry. We haven't finished our examination yet. We understand you're worried about your husband's condition. We'll explain everything to your family once we're done."
The female doctor beside him nudged the male doctor with her elbow. "Oh, come on. You understand. She's worried about her husband, which is normal. It shows they're a loving couple. You, a single guy, are probably just sour grapes."
The male doctor retorted, "Why would I be sour? I've had girlfriends before. We just broke up a while ago after an argument."
The female doctor smiled and nodded. "Alright, alright, you're heartbroken. We wouldn't dare provoke you."
Wei Yumeng's face turned red from their teasing. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into. Embarrassed, she wanted to explain to the two doctors. "You've misunderstood. He and I are not married."
The male doctor immediately disbelieved her. "Not married? Then why are you so worried about him?" He then suddenly realized. "I get it. You two are in the ambiguous phase, right? You haven't confessed your feelings to each other yet?"
The female doctor saw that Wei Yumeng's face was almost bleeding with embarrassment and interrupted the male doctor. "Okay, stop teasing her. Look, she's too embarrassed."
The male doctor coughed lightly. "Just kidding. Back to business. Your old... your friend's post-operative condition is currently stable. However, you need to be careful tonight. Don't put pressure on the wound. You can buy a folding bed outside to sleep next to him tonight."
"Oh my, why are you talking so much nonsense today? She didn't say she was going to sleep in the same bed." The female doctor was embarrassed by his words.
"I'm just reminding you. Young people these days are energetic. Don't you remember the couple last time? The next day when the nurse came for rounds, both of them were asleep together."
Wei Yumeng lowered her head, feeling more and more like they were talking about them. Doctors nowadays were either too serious or too unrestrained when joking.
Zhan Mohan glanced at Wei Yumeng, seeing that she was blushing to the point of embarrassment, and asked the doctor, "Doctor, how long will I need to stay in the hospital?"
The male doctor finally got back to the main topic. "About three days. If the wound heals well, otherwise it might take a week."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Doctor." After thanking the doctor, Zhan Mohan's gaze fell on the door, subtly urging them to leave. The male and female doctors were sensible. After giving their instructions, they led the nurses out.
Seeing that Wei Yumeng was still standing there in a daze, Zhan Mohan slowly reached out and held her fingertips. "Why is your face red? It's not like I said you were sleeping in the same bed as me."