Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 357: The Emergency Room Doctor that is Hard to Get Along With

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: The Emergency Room Doctor that is Hard to Get Along With

"It’s nothing, you don’t need to worry about it," Fu Han smiled, turning her head to look at Bai Wei. "Do you know where uncle is? I need to find him for something!"

"What’s up? I can message him for you," Bai Wei said, pulling out her phone from her hospital gown without even looking up. "Dad said he’s taking you to M Country, and I should have been with you, but Qinghe said he wants to play in F Country, so I’ll just go there first and then visit you in M Country later. Don’t think I’m valuing my boyfriend over my friend, okay?"

"Of course not," Fu Han smiled again, a smile that bloomed like a flower in a desolate field, beautiful but desolate, with a strange, discordant harmony.

Bai Wei felt a strange sensation, as if the Fu Han standing before her was no longer the Fu Han she once knew. But if not Fu Han, then who?

Even though Fu Han’s cheeks were asymmetrical now, each side of her face was still dazzlingly beautiful on its own. Bai Wei admittedly was shocked the first time she saw Fu Han’s changed face, but now it didn’t seem like a big deal.

She sent a barrage of messages to Fu Xingbo and finally got a response: "Got it, tell Xiaohan I’ll be right there."

...

In the emergency room on the first floor.

The doctor was disinfecting Xia Ning’s face wounds with an iodine-soaked cotton swab, causing her to cry out in pain. She clutched He Xing’s arm with both hands, desperately afraid that he might slip away when she wasn’t paying attention.

Eventually, even the doctor couldn’t stand it and felt compelled to speak: "Lady Xia, your facial wound just looks scary, it’s not that severe, it will be better in a few days, so there’s no need for this."

Xia Ning, who had been overacting the pain to gain more sympathy from He Xing, became angry when the doctor exposed her ruse. She snapped at the doctor, "You say it doesn’t hurt, so how about you try getting hit to see how it feels?"

The middle-aged doctor paused in his actions, his indifferent gaze sharpening. He retorted unapologetically, "I’m not the one obsessing over someone else’s fiancé all day long, why would I get beaten?"

Sadly for Xia Ning, the doctor’s candidness was thanks to Bai Wei.

When Fu Han was attacking Xia Ning, Bai Wei not only prevented medical staff from intervening, she also dramatically recounted how Xia Ning had pined for He Xing, disrupted Fu Han’s wedding, and left Fu Han’s face in its current state.

Fu Han had been hospitalized for several days, and the medical staff were well aware of her case. At the time, some kind-hearted nurses even recorded a video and sent it to the emergency room doctors, informing them that someone with a facial wound was coming down and explaining the reasons behind the injury.

The saying goes it’s better to destroy a temple than a marriage. Xia Ning not only ruined someone’s wedding but also their face, which was condemnable behavior anywhere, especially since the doctors vividly remembered the tragic state in which Fu Han and Bai Wei were brought in.

Xia Ning was caught off guard and scolded by the doctor, her face turning beet red in embarrassment as she looked to He Xing for help. "Brother He Xing, look how they’re bullying me. I went to visit Fu Han with good intentions, and she just attacked me without a word. I’ve been wronged."

Before He Xing could say anything, the doctor sarcastically chimed in again: "You left her in such a terrible state, and you still say you visited her with good intentions? I think you went there to gloat about her misfortune."

Xia Ning’s face, already a spectacle as if it had gone through a dye shop, became even more colorful. Most notable were her eyes, which rolled around like a frightened mouse’s, seemingly betraying her guilt.

Her sidelong glance inadvertently met He Xing’s, sending her deeper into a guilty panic.

This eye contact made her heart beat frantically. Her intuition told her she mustn’t admit to what the doctor had said. With this in mind, she glared at the doctor, pleading, "Doctor, where did you hear all this? I didn’t do anything; my brother is the one who hit Fu Han. If you don’t believe me, go ask him."

"Why should I ask your brother?" the doctor was not playing by the book, sharply stating, "Bai Wei and Fu Han were brought here together, I was involved in their emergency care, how could I not know what happened? You and your brother are really something else."

With that, the doctor opened up like a floodgate, turning his gaze towards He Xing with a hint of mockery. "What’s even more outrageous is Fu Han’s fiancé, who isn’t in the ward accompanying his fiancée but is here with the woman who disrupted their wedding. In all my years, this is truly an eye-opener."

He Xing had already looked uncomfortable the first time the doctor ridiculed Xia Ning, and now his face turned even darker.

Despite this, He Xing remained utterly silent, standing to the side as though their conversation had nothing to do with him at all.

Xia Ning received no response from He Xing and felt as though there was an insurmountably thick wall of ice separating her from him. Even if Xia Ning wanted to continue playing the victim or dragging Fu Han down in front of He Xing, she could not.

The doctor finished treating her injuries quickly. He said that Xia Ning’s wounds looked bad but were superficial, and even her teeth weren’t damaged; it would all be better in a few days.

Xia Ning was, of course, unsatisfied with this outcome. She persistently complained about her pain and claimed that Fu Han’s assault was unbearable. Eventually, the doctor, worn down by her relentless self-pity, still prescribed her a slew of medications.

Upon leaving the emergency room, He Xing, with his hands in his suit pockets, looked emotionlessly at Xia Ning, "Your wound has been treated, if there’s nothing else, you should head back first."

There was no way Xia Ning would let He Xing leave like that. Ignoring the hustle and bustle of the corridor, she shamelessly clung to He Xing’s arm. "Brother He Xing, my face really hurts. I didn’t drive here; could you take me back?"

"It’s your face that hurts, not your feet, and you can still talk. You can just take a taxi if you didn’t drive," He Xing said, swiftly pulling his hand away, his expression growing even colder.

With her hands now empty, Xia Ning’s heart was filled with resentment. She bit her lips so hard she almost drew blood, and a flash of viciousness passed through her eyes.

She looked pitifully at He Xing, "Brother He Xing, if I go back all beaten up, Dad will surely scold me. He might even want to get a forensic examination done, and if Dad secretly files a police report without telling me, then I won’t be able to help Fu Han..."

He Xing’s eyes, cold as frost, stared at Xia Ning without a trace of emotion. The icy glare emanating from them seemed to lower the temperature around them and made anyone who saw him shudder.