"Speak if you want to speak."
Zhan Bei Jue closed his eyes with a proud expression, "Take it. Whoever wants to eat it can eat it. I'm not eating it anyway."
Then don't blame me for being impolite.
Jiang Nan Fang turned to the bedside table, got a disposable cup, and quickly divided the apple into small pieces.
Then she took out a box of toothpicks, stuck them into the apple pieces, and said, "Open your mouth!"
Hey, so kind?
If I don't eat, I can't? She's going to feed me?
Zhan Bei Jue opened his eyes and glanced at her, then closed them again, "No."
Jiang Nan Fang stuck a piece of apple and, without a word, directly pushed it into his closed mouth.
"Mmm..."
Out of instinct for self-preservation, Zhan Bei Jue could only open his mouth.
Then, one after another, the entire apple was quickly stuffed into his mouth.
Seeing the last piece of apple finished, Jiang Nan Fang threw away the cup and took the cooled tea.
"Drink it."
He was already feeling very thirsty, but at this moment, Zhan Bei Jue was full and showed genuine disgust at the sight of the water.
"You're not satisfied unless I choke to death, are you?"
"Yes."
Jiang Nan Fang repeated the same routine, directly pushing the cup to his mouth, "Drink up!"
Zhan Bei Jue lifted his eyelids to look at her.
The two of them were less than 20 centimeters apart.
Jiang Nan Fang stared at him with her sparkling big eyes. He could see the subtle powder on her face, her thick eyebrows, and her red, moist lips.
She was quite good-looking.
Damn woman.
She actually had the mood to put on makeup and dress up when visiting him in the hospital.
Why did she make herself up so beautifully?
Did she still want to rekindle something with her ex-husband?
Looking at his beautiful ex-wife, Zhan Bei Jue only regretted that his legs were inconvenient at the moment, preventing him from "handling" her.
With all this blood rushing and her seductive gaze, he really wanted to throw caution to the wind and reconcile with her.
"Jiang Nan Fang, do you know that my leg is injured and it's inconvenient for me to go to the toilet?"
"By making me drink so much water, you're deliberately creating trouble for yourself, aren't you?"
Heaven knows, if Ah Zhong hadn't said that he hadn't been to the toilet for two days and feared he would die from holding it in, looking unsightly in death, Jiang Nan Fang wouldn't have bothered with him.
As if anyone particularly liked watching him use the toilet.
"Stop talking nonsense and drink quickly!"
Jiang Nan Fang deliberately provoked him, "I've never seen a 30-year-old man wet the bed. It's good that you can't move. I'll watch you make a fool of yourself later."
"..." Zhan Bei Jue was speechless.
Gritting his teeth, he took the teacup, stared at her, and gulped down the water.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Satisfied.
Jiang Nan Fang took the teacup back and put it down, "So, do you have any intention of wetting the bed now?"
The more she talked about it, the more he felt the urge.
Zhan Bei Jue said the opposite of what he meant, "No."
Just as Jiang Nan Fang was about to mock his stubbornness, there were two knocks on the ward door.
Turning her head, she saw a doctor in a white coat accompanied by a nurse entering.
It turned out it was time for his dressing change.
Jiang Nan Fang stood up and nodded to the doctor. The doctor opened the medical record, asked Zhan Bei Jue a few questions about his condition, and wanted to examine his wound.
Zhan Bei Jue's face was cold, and he remained still, "You two, get out."
The nurse, clearly accustomed to this, put down her tray and turned to leave.
Jiang Nan Fang, however, had not yet seen him injured and sick, being attended to by others, and looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"No. If you have the guts, come down and kick me out."
Damn woman.
Seeing that he was inconvenient in his legs now, look how gloating she was.
But it didn't matter.
They hadn't been exposed to each other before.
They had even touched more private parts, so one leg was nothing.
Zhan Bei Jue didn't insist further. The doctor walked over, lifted the quilt, and pulled out one of his legs.
Only then did Jiang Nan Fang see how serious his injury was.
His usually slender and long legs were now swollen like elephant legs.
Although bandaged, one could still see a large area of bruising underneath.
It looked like a severe car accident, shocking to the eye.
As the doctor removed the bandage, he asked if he had taken his medicine at noon.
Jiang Nan Fang stared at the doctor's hands, and soon, she saw the true appearance of the wound.
Although it had been sutured, it was still evident that it was a deep stab.
A wound as large as a baby's mouth, no wonder he needed resuscitation.
Perhaps the major artery had been severed.
Jiang Nan Fang couldn't help but imagine what had happened to him during those six hours of being unreachable, along with a group of thugs.
If it were her, she would have already met the King of Hell.
Who hated her so much?
Zhan Bei Jue seemed to feel no pain and told the doctor coldly to change it quickly.
He seemed unaccustomed to anyone touching his limbs, even the doctor.
The doctor didn't waste any more words, quickly changed his dressing, advised him not to engage in strenuous activity, and then left.
The quilt was covered again.
Jiang Nan Fang, who had wanted to tease him before seeing the wound, could no longer do so.
Their eyes met, and the ward fell silent, feeling rather strange.
After a few seconds, Jiang Nan Fang wondered if she should find something to do and make an excuse to leave.
Zhan Bei Jue suddenly called her, "Jiang Nan Fang."
"What is it?"
"I need to go to the toilet."
"..."
The VIP ward where the rich stayed was like a high-end suite in a hotel.
Except for the hospital bed, everything else—the sofa, air conditioning, coffee table, television, and the bright, spacious bathroom inside—made it seem unlike a hospital room.
Jiang Nan Fang walked to the door, closed the ward door, and then returned to his side.
"Then I'll help you down."
"Nonsense. If I could get down myself, would I need to call you?"
What kind of person was he, bossing others around to do things for him with such an arrogant attitude.
Jiang Nan Fang walked over displeasantly and extended her hand to him.
"Come down."
Zhan Bei Jue's left leg was deeply injured, so much so that it had hit the bone, far more serious than Jiang Nan Fang had imagined.
He was completely unable to move. Could her single hand support him?
She was too careless.
Zhan Bei Jue glanced disdainfully at her skinny hand.
"Can't you serve me properly? Come closer."
He was so tall and weighed dozens of pounds more than her. It was really uncertain if she could support him with just one hand.
Jiang Nan Fang had to lean closer.
Zhan Bei Jue raised his left hand and placed it on her shoulder, and they both exerted force together.
As a result, the moment he moved, he gasped in pain and broke out in a cold sweat.
Seeing how much he was hurting and that his left leg couldn't move at all, Jiang Nan Fang pushed him.
"You can't get down at all in your current state. The doctor just said not to exert yourself. I think you'd better not get down. Just take care of it on the bed."
"..." Zhan Bei Jue gave her a meaningful look.
"I'd rather die than wet the bed, don't expect to see me make a fool of myself."
Heaven knows, Jiang Nan Fang really just feared he would injure himself!
Who actually cared to see him!
He was such a big man, and he smelled bad. What was the point of looking?
"I meant let the doctor insert a catheter for you," Jiang Nan Fang said.
"Who wants to actually see you? Do you think you're that good-looking?"
"Jing Yu and Jing Tian when they were little..."