Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 330: The Face Cannot be Repaired

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: The Face Cannot be Repaired

"Then we’ll just... wait for your news," Xia Guoxiong said with an ingratiating smile, then took Xia Cheng and Xia Ning by the hand and left. "They both got injured too, I’ll take them to get examined... treated, to tend to their wounds."

No one paid any attention to them, including He Xing, as if by tacit agreement, as if nobody was aware they had left.

It wasn’t long before the door to the Emergency Room opened, and Fu Han and Bai Wei both came out. Fortunately, both were conscious, though they now had bandages wrapped around them here and there.

The difference was that Bai Wei, although pale, didn’t seem to be significantly affected, but Fu Han’s face was wrapped in bandages, looking like a mummy’s head, with only two eyes, a nose, and a mouth showing.

He Xing’s eyes reddened in an instant; he took three steps in two strides and rushed to the doctor, anxiously asking, "Doctor, how is Fu Han doing?"

"Are you a family member of the patient?" the Doctor asked while taking off his gloves, his expression that distinct doctor’s detachment that seemed to see through life and death.

"I am her fiancé," He Xing’s voice trembled as he spoke, "How is Fu Han’s face, really?"

The Doctor sighed. "Her face had been injured before and hadn’t fully recovered. Now that it’s injured again, we can manage her wounds, but we can’t restore her face. You should prepare yourselves mentally for this."

This statement exploded like a muffled thunder in He Xing’s heart, darkening his vision, nearly making him collapse.

Fu Han, on the other hand, spoke lightly as if the matter was trivial. "A face is just an appearance, it’s not important to me whether it looks good or not. If it’s ruined, then let it be ruined."

Though her expression was hidden, her eyes could be seen by others: what kind of look was that? Black and empty, it made one feel as if there was no soul behind those eyes.

He Xing truly wished Fu Han would break down in tears rather than remain like this.

Soon, Fu Han and Bai Wei were both transferred to a Ward, where Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng had already secured a VIP Ward for them using their family connections before He Xing arrived.

The spacious VIP Ward looked extraordinarily cozy, with wallpaper featuring small blue flowers, a crystal chandelier overhead, and décor that resembled a high-end hotel, save for the additional medical equipment.

The bed in Fu Han’s Ward was covered in a duvet with a pale pink and white checkered pattern, the bedside table held a pink mushroom-shaped lamp, and the coffee table bore fragrant fresh flowers. There were also two colorful oil paintings hanging on the wall.

The room felt as warm and comfortable as any ordinary little girl’s bedroom.

At this moment, however, no one cared how unlike a Ward the room looked, as they were more concerned about Fu Han’s condition.

He Xing and Su Cheng stood like two guardian statues on either side of the bed, their four eyes unwaveringly focused on Fu Han as if they wished they could engrave her image into their hearts.

As for Nan Qing, she stood at the foot of the bed looking at Fu Han, tears glistening in her beautiful large eyes.

He Xing was the first to speak, carefully touching Fu Han’s arm. "Xiaohan, what exactly happened? Can you tell us about it?"

When he had arrived at the factory, Fu Han had already been rescued by Su Cheng, and he hadn’t witnessed the absurd scene; moreover, Su Cheng hadn’t told him anything beforehand.

Fu Han’s eyes moved around, looking from He Xing’s face to Nan Qing’s, then finally to Su Cheng’s. A moment later, she lowered her gaze and said, "I don’t want to talk about it, please don’t ask me anymore."

Perhaps because she hadn’t spoken for a long time, Fu Han’s voice sounded ... a bit hoarse, raspy, as if something was stuck in her throat.

"But..." He Xing opened his mouth as if to say something more.

"If she doesn’t want to talk, then don’t force her, alright?" Su Cheng interrupted without hesitation, his delicate face filled with anger.

He Xing abruptly turned to look at Su Cheng with the look one reserves for an enemy, marked by deep anger and an indescribable loathing, as if he might cast aside all restraint and attack him the next second.

Nan Qing, who was watching, felt a chill down her back as if she were in a frozen snowland. Oddly, she was a bit worried that He Xing and Su Cheng would start fighting again.

She hurriedly stood up with her arms outstretched between the two men. "Enough, the injured one is Fu Han, and the doctor said she needs to rest properly. If you want to argue, take it outside, and don’t disturb Fu Han."

For a moment, the Ward became especially quiet, so much so that one could hear a pin drop.

The two men looked at each other, neither saying another word.

A breeze blew in from outside the window, stirring Fu Han’s patient gown. The clothing was unusually large, like a child sneakily wearing an adult’s clothes, making her figure seem so frail, like a flatboat slowly drifting with the waves on the sea.

Fu Han stared blankly at the flowers on the coffee table, her eyes glistening as if reflecting light. Her gaze fell lightly on He Xing and Su Cheng. "I’m tired, please leave," she murmured.

The two men looked at each other, seemingly surprised to be both ejected by Fu Han at the same time.

Nan Qing reacted quickly. She sat by Fu Han’s bed and said softly, "Fu Han, I don’t feel right leaving you alone, may I stay here with you?"

This time He Xing and Su Cheng showed unprecedented cooperation. They echoed Nan Qing’s words, full of hopeful anticipation that Fu Han would let Nan Qing stay.

Fu Han tilted her head to look at Nan Qing. She had only glanced at her for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity to everyone else.

Finally, she nodded slowly.

He Xing and Su Cheng once again demonstrated their silent understanding. They conveyed their unspoken message to Nan Qing with their eyes before reluctantly leaving, glancing back three steps at a time.

As He Xing prepared to close the door behind him, Fu Han suddenly spoke up, "Could one of you... check on Bai Wei, see if she is alright."

"Certainly, I’ll go check right now," said He Xing, as if receiving a great blessing, gratefully accepting the task as if it were a sacred duty.

When only Nan Qing and Fu Han were left in the Ward, Fu Han moved her neck slightly and spoke softly, "Nan Qing, could you fetch some water for me? I... I’d like to freshen up."

"Sure, I’ll help with that," Nan Qing said, immediately grabbing a basin and towel from the restroom.

The VIP Ward was not only comfortable to stay in, but it also came fully equipped with all the things a patient might need: a clean basin, towels, toothbrush, slippers, water glass, and more, with no need to rush out to buy them.

Nan Qing quickly filled a basin with water and, wringing out a towel, said to Fu Han, "Fu Han, shall I help you wash up?"