A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1794 - 409: Deliverance for All, Only for the Wicked

"The injured person has a strong constitution, it’s just some external injuries, nothing serious. Resting for a few days will almost be enough to recover."

"Thank you, doctor, I’m sorry for the trouble." Hearing that Kang Qi was not seriously injured, Yan Xing breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t even know why she was so nervous; after all, he was just a stranger she had met a few days ago. Yan Xing, why are you so concerned about him?

"Miss Yan, rest assured. I’ve invited the best doctors in the city for you. Your friend will definitely be fine. Do you think I can send you back to Capital City now?" Bureau Chief Ma asked tentatively.

"Going back to Capital City? Can’t you see my friend is still lying on the hospital bed? Can he walk?" Yan Xing glanced at him, "How do you know my surname is Yan?"

Being so polite, he must have an ulterior motive.

"Well... Miss Yan is like a dragon among phoenixes..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking." Hearing others praise her should be pleasing, but Yan Xing just felt embarrassed listening, "I’m hungry, get me something to eat."

Anyway, she didn’t know anyone in Gusu. If someone wanted to go out of their way to please her, she wasn’t foolish enough to refuse.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Zhang, go to Jinxiang Building and book a banquet table, the best, don’t let Miss Yan go hungry." Bureau Chief Ma instructed his subordinate.

"Yes." The subordinate immediately left the place.

Ah, Jinxiang Building, Yan Xing, who had tasted all kinds of delicacies, knew the reputation of this Jinxiang Building, the southern counterpart of Deyun Building.

Subconsciously, she glanced at the chubby, greasy-faced police chief beside her. This person really went all out.

"I’ve prepared a hotel for the lady to stay, would you like to rest for a while?"

"No need, I want to wait until he wakes up, you go ahead with your work." Yan Xing waved her hand and turned to walk into the room.

"Miss Yan, when will you return to Capital City?" Bureau Chief Ma asked.

"Did I say I was going back?" Yan Xing turned her head and gave him a look, "I have important things to do in Gusu and won’t be back for a while."

Bureau Chief Ma looked distraught, what does this lady want to do?

Yan Xing pushed the door and entered the hospital room, Kang Qi lay quietly on the bed, his face with several bruises. Though he looked disheveled, one could still see the refinement in his features.

Yan Xing sat down beside the bed, quietly looking at his sleeping face. Unconsciously, she reached out wanting to touch his face, but at the moment of contact, his brows moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Xing immediately withdrew her hand, not knowing where to place it, simply touching her own nose.

"You’re awake."

Kang Qi glanced around the room, his eyes falling on Yan Xing: "Is this a hospital?"

"Yes, how do you feel? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"

Kang Qi coughed and struggled to sit up; Yan Xing quickly held him: "The doctor said not to move, rest well."

"I know my own body, it’s fine. I promised to take you to Han Mountain today."

"What’s wrong with going to Han Mountain another day? You better heal first."

"No...," Kang Qi lifted his head, his lips brushed against Yan Xing’s chin, and the two froze instantly.

Kang Qi was the first to react, coughing, but his ear tips quietly reddened.

"My injuries are not serious, I must return to school before the day after tomorrow, we should head to Han Mountain now....," he said, pulling out the needle and preparing to get out of bed.

"I told you not to move." Yan Xing firmly held his shoulders, looking directly into his eyes and said word by word: "Rest for one night, and we’ll go to Han Mountain first thing tomorrow morning, that’s my biggest compromise."

Kang Qi pursed his lips, this time obediently lying down.

Just as he lay down, he started coughing violently, Yan Xing quickly asked in concern: "Are you alright, I’ll call the doctor...."

Kang Qi grabbed her arm, "I’m not dying."

Yan Xing rolled her eyes at him, "Ptuh, what dying, it’s bad luck, don’t ever say that word again."

Kang Qi looked at her with a smile, "These injuries are really nothing to me."

Yan Xing looked at his helpless smile, a sharp pang seeped into her heart, has he been through worse situations?

"I see your skills aren’t bad, have you trained?"

"When I was in elementary school, to earn tuition fees, I worked as a sparring partner in a martial arts school. The fights then were far tougher than this." Behind that nonchalant smile, how much bitterness and hardship lurked.

Yan Xing sniffed, how much hardship had he endured?

"Keep your tears to yourself, I don’t need pity." Kang Qi turned his head to look out the window, speaking in a calm voice.