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For some inexplicable reason, the image of his back as he left appeared in his mind. He faintly felt somewhat lonely …

The pain in her foot pulled Li Yang's mind back to normal. She shook her head, thinking that she must have been muddle-headed to have such strange thoughts and illusions.

The water was still hot, and he didn't know when Lu Chi Mo had connected it to her. She took out two painkillers and put them in her mouth, then swallowed them with a gulp of water.

The water temperature was just right.

As soon as she swallowed the painkiller, the effect wasn't as quick, but she still felt the pain. After enduring for a while, she finally felt better, and the pain gradually became lighter and weaker …

She looked at the time on her phone and saw that it was 3: 30 a.m. on it. She wondered if this state could still be normal tomorrow, forget about it, she should rest for the moment. At worst, she could just eat a few more painkillers tomorrow, and then there wouldn't be any more pain …

Li Yang's eyes turned sore as he turned on the ringtone and fell asleep …

The door to the ward was pushed open once again. Lu Qimu walked in with his tall and straight figure, followed by the maid he had brought with him from the villa.

His gaze swept across the liquid in the bottle and his eyes instantly turned bone-chilling cold. Was this woman's brain just for show?! She could actually fall asleep in this kind of situation, didn't she know that it was dangerous …

Lu Qimu took a few steps forward and pressed the beeper beside the bed.

Soon, a series of small noises came from outside the door. A nurse pushed a medical cart in, and without any prompting from others, went to the bedside, removed the needle from Li Yang's hand, and skillfully pressed a cotton swab on it. "Sir, please help me."

Hearing this, Si Yu did not dare to let her husband do such things. She quickly walked up to him, wanting to help him.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qimu was already in front of her. He took the cotton swab from the nurse and pressed it to Li Yang's needle, preventing blood from flowing out.

Si Yu's footsteps paused as she stood to the side and waited.

The nurse threw all the medical waste into the trash under the cart and pushed the cart away.

The hospital late at night was very quiet. One could only hear the sound of the medical cart's wheels rolling on the ground. It gradually moved farther and farther away until it disappeared …

Lu Qimu sat on a chair to the side. He raised his hand to check the time. Five to six minutes had already passed. There shouldn't be any problems, right?

He carefully moved the cotton swab a bit, and when he saw no blood dripping, he stood up and threw the swab into the trash. From beginning to end, Li Yang did not react at all, and she was probably really tired.

Siyu was speechless. Normally, there wouldn't be any blood flowing out in less than a minute, okay?! He had to wait for such a long time …

Sigh … Teacher truly has a grudge with Madam. I clearly like her from the bottom of my heart, but why didn't she say it out loud? Sometimes she would intentionally treat Madam badly on the surface, but she would also often help her out in private …

This man's mind would always be filled with only three words, 'I don't understand it …'

Lu Qimu threw away the cotton swabs and came back to touch her forehead.

Just like before, it wasn't hot at all.

Siyu walked up to Lu Qimu, bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, you should go home and rest first. I'll take care of your wife's side."

Siyu felt sorry for Madam Ye, but she also felt sorry for Mister Ye.

When she was in the room, she clearly saw that her husband's feet were bleeding …

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Siyu had lowered her head and took a bold glance at him. She saw that he was wearing clean shoes, so she could not see his injured foot at all.

She still couldn't understand.

Lu Qimu's indifferent voice sounded in her ear, "In a while, use some hot water to wipe her body clean, then give her a change of clothes."

She had sweated a while ago and her entire body was almost wet. She definitely wouldn't have felt comfortable, otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen asleep either. However, her eyebrows were still knitted tightly together.

"Yes, sir."

Lu Qimu continued, "These few days, it'll be hard for you to take care of her!"

Si Yu was flattered that Teacher would actually say the word 'hard work'?!

It was going to rain.

Si Yu controlled the peculiar feeling in her heart and continued to reply, "Sir, taking care of you and Madam is Si Yu's duty."

Lu Qimu uttered the word "En" in a low voice. He then turned to look at the person on the bed and left with his long legs.

When he reached the door, he paused, "Don't let her know, I just came over."

Si Yu was stunned for a moment. What did that mean?!

Why didn't he let Madam know that he had just come?!

It was really awkward for him to treat his wife well, why did he have to keep her in the dark …

When Siyu regained her senses, the door to the ward was tightly shut. Lu Qimu was long gone.

She scratched her head. Following Lu Qimu's instructions, she went to the bathroom to fetch hot water and began to carefully wipe Li Yang's body.

At a villa in the suburbs.

Doctor Zhao looked at Lu Qimu's foot which had been stabbed into like a hedgehog. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and a trace of unhappiness flashed in his eyes, "How did this happen? You don't want your life anymore?"

What the hell was going on with him? He had been injured for several hours already, and he must have walked quite a distance. The glass fragments dug into the meat so deeply that they couldn't even be seen.

Lu Qimu looked at the dark sky through the French window in silence, his face expressionless.

Dr. Zhao had long since gotten used to his lack of speech. He carefully examined the wound again and asked, "Can't you feel the pain?"

Lu Qimu was still staring out the window at the sky. "I took two painkillers."

Dr. Zhao could only helplessly say, "You can just court death."

Lu Qimu didn't respond.

Dr. Zhao wanted to advise him to go to the hospital. After all, he only ran a clinic and his conditions were limited.

However, he also understood that Lu Qimu would never go to the hospital.

In the end, Doctor Zhao endured it and did not speak any further. He took out an anesthetic from the medicine box and applied it to his wound, disinfection it with alcohol. Only then did he begin to slowly torture him.

The result was that after an hour or so, it was daybreak. He took out the strap and wrapped his legs up into a big dumpling, then stuck a bandage on the wound on the side of his face.

Doctor Zhao was exhausted. He packed up the medicine kit, drank some water, and lay down on the eulogic-style leather sofa. He was panting heavily, not wanting to move at all.

Lu Chi Mo took out a cigarette and lit it up, then threw the cigarette case and lighter to Doctor Zhao.

Doctor Zhao was caught off guard and was struck in the face. He grimaced in pain and wanted to call Zhang Xuan a stinky brat, but when he took it off, he realized that it was a box of cigarette lighter's, so he gave up.

He shook the pack, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.

A gentle and gentle face had finally been infected by the smell of fireworks in the world.

Doctor Zhao took a deep breath and exhaled a smoke ring into the air. "Have you had any worries recently?"

Lu Qimu replied flatly, "No."

Doctor Zhao sneered. "Just bullshit on."

How could he not understand Lu Qimu?!

Although he knew he was also smoking, he had seen it for the first time. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be addicted to it, but he was obviously a drug addict with this look. Furthermore, his eyes didn't look quite as good as before.

Lu Qimu didn't reply.

The cigarette was almost gone when Dr. Zhao spoke again, "When did you get married?!"

The last time he'd been here, he'd been surprised to see a woman in the house.

Lu Qimu was a person who was favored by the heavens. He was born in the Lu Clan, a country where wealth could rival a nation, and was the only heir to the Lu Clan.

In the shopping mall, he had always been swift and decisive. His hands turned into clouds, his hands turned into rain. In private, he had always been clean and honest. For many years, there had never been any unclean gossip about him except a girlfriend named Qin Xi'er.

It was said in the circle of famous people back then that Qin Xi'er was the woman on the top of Young Master Lu's heart. It could be said that she wanted to get the wind and the rain, or even the stars in the sky, because Young Master Lu was willing to pick them for her.

But from the looks of it, it wasn't necessarily true.

Lu Qimu truly loved Qin Xi'er. How could he bear to part with her all those years ago? How could he watch her marry someone else?! With his power and personality, he could just snatch it back.

However, he did not do so. Instead, he hid a woman inside the villa.

You heard the servant call her, ma'am?

What did this mean? It meant that Lu Qimu had gotten married.

Although he did not know why, with the wedding, why did Lu Qimu not attend a grand wedding and announce the marriage to the world? Instead, he wanted to be fashionable and play the part of a secret marriage.

Lu Qimu was silent. It was only after a long time that Doctor Zhao heard his cold voice. "It's been half a year …"

Doctor Zhao was astonished. It had been half a year, but there had been no news of him. He had really hidden his strength well, really well.

When the cigarette had burnt out, Dr. Zhao put out her cigarette in the ashtray, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and returned to her usual gentle self. "Why did you keep it a secret? Your grandmother has been looking forward to this day for so many years. If she knew, she would probably be very happy …"

The corners of Lu Qimu's mouth lifted into a faint, bitter smile. "Don't let them know about this, including my father."

Doctor Zhao wanted to ask why, but after some thought, since Lu Qimu had already spoken, there was naturally a reason for it. Why should he ask?! If he wanted to say it, he would have said it long ago. He didn't want to say it, and even if he asked, it would be useless.

Lu Qimu stared out of the window at the dusky sky. His cold peach blossom eyes blinked once. A trace of helplessness appeared in his eyes. His thin lips moved. Slowly, he called out, "Little Uncle …"