Li Chenghao finally could put his heart at ease: "I understand, thank you."
He turned and sat on the bench outside the ward. As long as he could be near Han Xi, it didn’t matter if he couldn’t speak to her or touch her.
Chen Zheng looked at Li Chenghao, showing no intention of leaving, and spoke in a cold tone: "Han Siyu is still in the operating room and hasn’t escaped life-threatening danger, with 40% of her body burned by the fire. Don’t you care about this woman at all? She loves you so much, I really feel it’s not worth it for her."
Just now, Li Chenghao was only worried about Han Xi, seemingly ignoring that Lu Jinghan had mentioned Han Siyu was still in surgery.
In the seconds of being stunned, Li Chenghao stood up from the bench abruptly and rushed to the elevator, frantically pressing the button. His mind was in utter chaos, and he simply took the stairs to the operating room.
When he reached the operating room, panting heavily, the light had just turned off, and Han Siyu was being pushed out by a nurse.
Li Chenghao looked at the almost disfigured face of Han Siyu, feeling indescribably distressed: "Doctor, how is she? Is she out of life-threatening danger?"
The doctor removed his mask and spoke tiredly: "If the patient’s injuries do not become infected within twenty-four hours, then she can be considered out of life-threatening danger. We now need to move her to the intensive care ward."
"Can I stay with her?" If he hadn’t come, there would be no family member by Han Siyu’s side.
"Yes, follow the nurse to do some disinfection first."
Li Chenghao followed the nurse, got fully disinfected, and then donned a sterile gown before entering the intensive care unit.
He sat down beside the bed, looking at the unconscious Han Siyu, overwhelmed with guilt.
The morning sunlight seeped through the white curtains, speckling every corner of the ward. Han Xi woke up in Lu Jinghan’s embrace.
Last night, Han Xi insisted that Lu Jinghan hold her while she slept. Lu Jinghan, worried he might touch her injuries, suggested they sleep separately, but Han Xi clung to Lu Jinghan like a child, insisting he hold her.
Lu Jinghan barely slept all night, fearing he might accidentally touch that girl’s wounds.
"Awake now." Lu Jinghan looked down at the woman in his arms, inexplicably happy.
"Good morning, Mr. Lu."
Han Xi smiled and lightly kissed Lu Jinghan’s chin, then softly whispered sweet nothings: "From now on, every day, I want to say good morning and good night to you and wake up in your arms."
Lu Jinghan felt that after yesterday’s events, his Mrs. Lu had become overly attached.
But he liked it very much.
Lu Jinghan lowered his head and captured Han Xi’s lips, his tongue gently venturing into her mouth, the tender kiss like a feather playing across the heart, a teasingly pleasant itch.
Sister Zhang, carrying breakfast and a change of clothes for Lu Jinghan, was about to open the door, but seeing the indescribable scene through the window, her face reddened, she hesitated to go in, opting to sit on a bench in the hallway and wait instead.
Han Xi raised her hand to encircle Lu Jinghan’s neck, but accidentally pulled at the wound on her wrist, letting out a pained "hiss".
Lu Jinghan quickly stopped, nervously asking, "What happened? Did I hurt you?"
Han Xi, on the verge of tears from the burning pain in her wrist: "No, it was me, I accidentally pulled on the wound."