Zhan Qipei said that with somewhat of a gritted teeth.
After hearing this, Zhan Nanqing finally realized that she had misunderstood the situation.
Her brother hadn’t injured that area; he was still a whole man!
This realization actually made Zhan Nanqing breathe a sigh of relief.
She patted her chest, her face wearing a relieved expression, "Thank goodness it’s just the thigh. If it were an important part, Qiao Jing’s happiness for the rest of his life would have been ruined!"
After a pause, she looked at Zhan Qipei and continued, "Brother, I’m not trying to criticize you, but with Qiao Jing being such an outstanding person, you barely deserved her to begin with. If you had lost that thing, that would have really been too unfair to Qiao Jing..."
As Zhan Nanqing was rambling on, she suddenly noticed that the face on the other side of the screen was turning increasingly ugly.
Even through the phone, she could almost feel the chill emanating from her brother’s gaze.
Zhan Nanqing involuntarily shuddered and realized that her words were too blunt and had damaged her brother’s male dignity.
She gave a forced chuckle and quickly added, "Mom has also been really worried about Qiao Jing these days. If she knew Qiao Jing was alright, she would definitely be very happy. I’m going to go tell her the good news right now, so I’ll hang up first."
After finishing, Zhan Nanqing immediately hung up the phone as if fearing her brother would come through the Ethernet to hit her.
Zhan Qipei was fuming, clutching his phone and snorting coldly, "What kind of sister is this!"
Before, he had never noticed that his sister was !
Seeing Zhan Qipei’s gloomy face, Qiao Jing found it somewhat amusing and spoke to soothe him, "Alright, alright, it was just a small misunderstanding, what’s the big deal? Nanqing said those things because she’s concerned about your health."
Even though Qiao Jing said this, Zhan Qipei still couldn’t let it go.
A small misunderstanding?
This was a big issue concerning his male dignity!!!
Two days later, in the hospital ward.
"The wound is healing quite well. Although recovery is slow, as long as the wound doesn’t open up, there’s basically no problem."
After checking Zhan Qipei’s wound, Qiao Jing briefly explained the situation.
Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing, trying to garner her sympathy with a pitiful look, "But why do I feel that the wound is even more uncomfortable than before?"
"Is it?" Qiao Jing raised her finely shaped brows questioningly.
She wondered if it was her imagination...
It seemed as if this man was being whiny to her?
Zhan Qipei nodded earnestly, "Yes, it’s still a bit painful."
After saying this, he looked at Qiao Jing with puppy-dog eyes, waiting for her to show concern.
However, Qiao Jing just pursed her lips and explained seriously, "During the wound healing process, new granulation tissue and nerves will grow, which can cause a slight tingling sensation, so it’s normal to feel a bit of discomfort."
According to her recent examination, Zhan Qipei’s condition hadn’t worsened at all!
Zhan Qipei furrowed his thick, misty brows, a hint of disappointment crossing his features.
Just then, a series of knocks sounded.
Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei both turned to look, and saw Wu Xirui step through the door into the ward.
The two men locked eyes, and the atmosphere in the room shifted in an instant.
Zhan Qipei stared at Wu Xirui, speaking first with a low, detached voice, "What are you here for?"
Ever since he discovered Wu Xirui might have ulterior motives towards Qiao Jing, he found him increasingly disagreeable!
Wu Xirui curled his lips, a wicked smile spreading across his face, unapologetically retorted to Zhan Qipei, "It’s definitely not to see you, that’s for sure."
Having said that, he shifted his gaze to Qiao Jing, "I need to trouble you to treat me again, I’ve been feeling somewhat unwell these past few days."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Qipei’s look at Wu Xirui grew more scornful, snorting coldly, "What a great excuse you have!"
This guy made it sound so nice, but he was clearly just looking for an excuse to be alone with Qiao Jing.
Just the thought of it made him so angry he could barely contain himself!
Having his intentions exposed didn’t change Wu Xirui’s expression; he chose to ignore Zhan Qipei, his eyes fixated on Qiao Jing’s face.
"Qiao Jing, you know my condition, I’m troubling you again."
Qiao Jing could naturally see the glaring conflict between Zhan Qipei and Wu Xirui.
However, Wu Xirui indeed was her patient at the moment.
As a doctor, it was her professional duty to take responsibility for her patients, and without special circumstances, she generally wouldn’t abandon them midway through their treatment.
With this in mind, Qiao Jing turned to Zhan Qipei, "Rest up, I’ll step out for a moment and be back soon."
After speaking, she took the lead and walked out of the sickroom.
Wu Xirui looked triumphantly at Zhan Qipei, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation, and then he turned and followed her out.
Watching the two leave one after the other, Zhan Qipei’s eyes grew darker as his thin lips pressed into a tight, arcless line of ice.
The mere thought of Qiao Jing being alone with that Wu Xirui made him feel uneasy, and a bit insecure as well.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhan Qipei still got out of bed and stealthily followed the two.
On the corridor, when passing by the doorway of a room, Wu Xirui suddenly stopped and said to Qiao Jing, "Let’s talk inside the room."
At that moment, Zhan Qipei, who had secretly followed, was hiding just around the corner, not far from the two.
Hearing Wu Xirui’s words, he felt a pang in his heart and subconsciously wanted to rush forward.
But he barely lifted his foot when, suddenly recalling something, Zhan Qipei quickly retracted his step.
If Qiao Jing found out he was tailing her , she would definitely feel he didn’t trust her.
Wu Xirui, without changing his expression, glanced in the direction where Zhan Qipei was hiding.
He knew Zhan Qipei would definitely follow them covertly.
His ability to foretell this wasn’t because he was particularly astute, but rather because he knew Zhan Qipei well enough to predict his actions.
As the saying goes, "Know your enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without defeat."
Wu Xirui imperceptibly hooked the corner of his lips, shifted his gaze away from Zhan Qipei, and continued to look at Qiao Jing, saying, "Come in, I won’t bite."
Qiao Jing glanced at him, not yet speaking when Wu Xirui quickly added, "However, if you feel like biting me, I certainly wouldn’t mind."
When he said this, his tone was incredibly suggestive, intended to provoke Zhan Qipei.
Qiao Jing could naturally detect the underlying meaning in Wu Xirui’s words.
She couldn’t help but frown slightly, saying sternly, "If you continue to speak like that, don’t blame me for walking away!"
Seeing that Qiao Jing visibly grew displeased, Wu Xirui hastily said, "Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking about it. But there’s no harm in entering the room, just come in with me."
"There’s no need," Qiao Jing refused without hesitation, and then casually pointed to the sofa nearby, "Right here will do."