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The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the ward. Yu Yifei covered her palm and looked at Tang Zhen in shock. She didn't think that Tang Zhen would actually hit her in front of Song Qiting.

In that moment, all of the tears condensed in Yu Yifei's eyes. She looked extremely innocent with her teary eyes, making people's hearts ache uncontrollably.

"Little Zhe …" Yu Yifei said with a trembling voice.

"Shut up, don't call me by my name, I'm sick."

Tang Zhen looked at Yu Yifei coldly. She just wanted to sow discord between her and Song Qiting once again.

"Tang Zhen." Song Qiting suddenly shouted to stop Tang Zhen as he grabbed Tang Zhen's burnt arm. His pupils constricted and he could not help but tremble.

"Qi Ting, I …" I really didn't mean to splash water on Zirconia's arm, but Zirconia... "

Yu Yifei covered his face and sobbed without a sound. She purposely said half of what she wanted to say, and it was nothing but a trap for Tang Zhen.

At this moment, Song Qiting was not in the mood to listen to Yu Yifei recount his grievances. His gaze was fixated on Tang Zhen's body the entire time.

"Come out with me." Song Qiting held onto Tang Zhen's wrist, afraid that he would get her wound, so he didn't dare to use force.

"There's no need to go out. You saw me beat her up, so what do you want to do with me? Go ahead."

Tang Zhen said coldly, but she clearly saw the anger in Song Qiting's eyes. It was also true that he always viewed Yu Yifei as his most treasured disciple, and now that he beat up the woman he loved in front of him, it would be strange if he wasn't angry.

"Tang Zhen, exactly how hard is your skin?"

Song Qiting glared at him. He was angry, but he was not angry because Tang Zhen had slapped her. Instead, he was angry that she did not show any signs of pain due to the scald wounds on her body.

He hated Tang Zhen for pretending to be strong.

In the next second, he carried Tang Zhen horizontally and quickly left the ward. No matter how Yu Yifei yelled behind him, he was not moved.

Right now, in his heart, what was on his mind at all times was Tang Zhen's scalding.

"Doctor, tell your doctor to come over and treat her wounds."

Song Qiting roared anxiously.

Song Qiting was like an angry tyrant, his sinister and fierce expression could not help but scare the nurse. She did not dare delay for even a second, and immediately ran out from the office.

She stared straight at the furious Song Qiting at the side, and suddenly couldn't understand what exactly he was doing right now.

He should hate himself.

"I'm fine, let me go." Tang Zhen's tone remained as cold as ice.

She naturally wouldn't be narcissistic enough to think that Song Qiting was concerned about her. After all, he didn't want her to die at all times, yet his current performance couldn't help but cause her to be distracted.

"Sit down and look at your own injury. Tang Zhen, you are not that capable, to think that you would be burnt to such a state by boiling water.

Song Qiting reprimanded her angrily, he did not know where the anger came from, but he was clearly extremely worried about her, but the moment he opened his mouth, the words he said were completely different from what he was thinking.

"Yes, I am stupid, so can Mr. Song put me down now? In case I infect you. " Tang Zhen said without yielding in the slightest.

Her voice was indifferent, and in the face of Song Qiting, she no longer had any additional emotions.

Song Qiting glanced at her, and then placed Tang Zhen on the sofa, and at the same time, the doctor quickly returned.

"CEO." The doctor nervously greeted Song Qiting. He was well aware of how violent Song Qiting was, and he was even more worried that he had done something insufficiently that had angered Song Qiting.

"Hurry up and treat her wounds." Song Qiting said coldly, he was obviously on the verge of erupting with fury.

The doctor did not dare delay for even a second. He quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead and quickly brought a medical kit over to treat Tang Zhen's wounds.

The burn wound on Tang Zhen's arm was extremely severe, the doctor did not dare be careless, and immediately called for a nurse to help him apply medicine and bandage.

Because the skin on Tang Zhen's arm was extremely fragile, when the doctor applied the medicine on Tang Zhen, he only needed to gently touch the bubble and it would start to break.

In that moment, all of the pus in the bubble flowed out from Tang Zhen's arm, and all of the pus that flowed out from Tang Zhen's body flowed out.

Seeing that Tang Zhen's arm could almost tear off a layer of skin, he could not help but feel his heart tighten. He walked to Tang Zhen's side, and used his large hands to directly cover Tang Zhen's eyes, and protected her entire head in his embrace.

His movements were extremely gentle, to the point where Tang Zhen could even clearly feel his nervous heartbeat.

"If you feel pain, just shout it out. I'm by your side." Song Qiting said gently.

Only the heavens knew that over the past three years, Tang Zhen had never dreamt of being treated like this. However, she had played too many tricks to deceive herself.

From start to finish, Tang Zhen did not allow herself to show any hint of pain, as if she had lost all feeling. Even when her wounds were stained with alcohol, she did not let out a single cry of pain.

One must know that she was even more afraid of pain than Yu Yifei. If it was in the past, even if her hand had a small cut, she would still lie in her grandmother's embrace and cry for a long time.

"CEO, the treatment is done. During this period of time, you must be careful not to touch water, otherwise the inflammation will be very serious."

The doctor's tense nerves finally relaxed at this moment. He gave Tang Zhen a meaningful glance; he had treated many patients before, but Tang Zhen was the one who endured the most out of all of them.

"Get out." Song Qiting did not even bother to look at the doctor, and directly chased him out.

"Does it hurt?" Song Qiting suddenly squatted in front of Tang Zhen and looked at her nervously.

When he saw how Tang Zhen was trying to endure it, he could not help but feel his heart ache. It was only then that he realized that he did not understand Tang Zhen at all.

"It doesn't hurt."

Tang Zhen replied indifferently. No matter how painful the wound was, it was not as painful as the one on the tip of her heart.

Since Song Qiting had already come to the hospital, there was no need for her to stay here and disturb the two of them.

"Where are you going?"

Song Qiting followed behind her, only to see her walk back into Yu Yifei's sickroom, take her bag and plan to leave.

"Little Zel, how are you, did you bandage the wound?"

Her eyes were unbearably red and swollen. It was not hard to imagine that she was crying so heavily just now, so she intentionally tucked the hair on the side of her face behind her ears, exposing the glaring palm imprint.

Tang Zhen looked at the pitiful Yu Yifei coldly. She felt disgusted and disgusted, to the point that her eyes would get dirty if she looked more than once.