When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase

Chapter 837: Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Here! (7)

Pain... heart-wrenching pain...

This was Sheng Jiayu’s last thought before slipping back into unconsciousness.

As her consciousness gradually returned, Sheng Jiayu felt as if her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, resisting her attempts to open them. However, her other senses were alert; the scent of disinfectant reached her, and all around it was utterly silent.

She tried to open her eyes but failed, drifting back to sleep in a daze.

Outside the hospital room, Sheng Jianan and Mu Ke stood side by side. Clad in a white coat, Mu Ke exuded an intensely cold presence. Sheng Jianan patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, when she wakes up, she surely wouldn’t want to see you like this."

Mu Ke didn’t look at him, his gaze remained fixed on the hospital room door, his tone terse, "Where is he?"

Sheng Jianan’s expression darkened, "We haven’t caught him yet, but I’ve already sent people after him. He won’t get away."

Tang Yanqi stepped out of the elevator carrying a bag, walking directly toward them, "Here are some clean towels and personal clothing."

Mu Ke’s expression finally softened a bit, "Thank you."

He said, taking the bag from Tang Yanqi, and then stepped into the hospital room.

Tang Yanqi stood beside Sheng Jianan, watching Mu Ke’s back, and suddenly said, "I think Doctor Mu’s presence is especially strong today, stronger than yours."

Tang Yanqi was speaking the truth; ever since the incident with Sheng Jiayu, Mu Ke had been emanating such an intensely cold aura that just looking at him could send shivers down one’s spine. Especially when the bloodied Sheng Jiayu was brought to the hospital, Mu Ke’s commanding frostiness made all the other doctors step aside, insisting on personally examining her injuries, made him appear incredibly formidable.

Young Master Sheng frowned with displeasure, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist, leaning in to whisper by Tang Yanqi’s ear, gently blowing warm air, "Mrs. Sheng, if he’s cold, I can be hot. Do you want to try?"

Tang Yanqi’s face immediately flushed, glaring coquettishly at him.

This is a hospital, isn’t it? Don’t be so improper.

The reason Sheng Jianan and Tang Yanqi still had the mood to bicker here was because Sheng Jiayu’s injuries weren’t serious, and Su Wan had already been restrained.

Mu Ke sat by Sheng Jiayu’s bedside, placing the bag brought by Tang Yanqi to one side, quietly watching the pale-faced woman on the bed.

Su Wan’s knife was very short, just a regular folding fruit knife, which is why no one initially realized she was armed.

Though the knife had pierced Sheng Jiayu’s waist, it hadn’t damaged any internal organs. Essentially, it was just a superficial wound, not a major concern, but Mu Ke felt deep pain.

After practicing medicine for so many years, having performed numerous surgeries large and small, his specialty had always been in cardiology and neurology, targeting the most critical parts of the human body, yet never once had he felt his hands shake.

But just a moment ago, while treating her wound, Mu Ke discovered for the first time that he might not be fit to be a doctor; his hands were too shaky, afraid of causing her even the slightest pain. Seeing the crimson bloodstains, he even felt slightly faint at the sight of blood.

If just looking at it made him hurt, how much did it hurt her?

He had promised to protect her well, had promised to never let her get hurt in their lifetime together. But on the very day they were preparing to register their marriage, on the very day they were about to become husband and wife, she ended up so seriously injured.

Mu Ke gently, cautiously picked up one of Sheng Jiayu’s hands, brought it to his lips for a kiss, then rested it against his forehead.