Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 372: The Sudden Blackout in the Ward

Chapter 372: Chapter 372: The Sudden Blackout in the Ward

But just as he was about to turn around, Su Cheng suddenly noticed that the light in Fu Han’s ward flickered once, just once, and then it went pitch black again.

If Su Cheng hadn’t remembered the location of Fu Han’s ward so clearly, he might have thought it was the light in someone else’s ward flickering.

"Probably a broken light," Su Cheng chuckled and walked toward the Inpatient Department, worried about what Fu Han would do if the light broke in the middle of the night, thinking it was best to go up and check on her.

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Fu Han had taken a bath and changed into clean hospital attire, ready to go to sleep—she had a habit of bathing before bed.

During her bath, the attendant had already changed her bedding. The hospital changed the bedding every day, and Fu Han hoped to get a good night’s sleep, so she had changed the bedding time from morning to evening.

She leaned against the pillow, holding her cellphone, about to check messages before going to sleep.

The first thing she saw were several messages from He Xing, asking if she had gone to sleep yet.

Just as Fu Han was about to reply, the lights in the ward went out. In the hurried glance she took, it seemed as though a shadow had slipped in through the doorway from the darkness.

Her scream was on the tip of her tongue, but it suddenly got stuck because she heard very light footsteps in the ward, like the sound of a cat walking on the ground.

Fu Han did not know if the person who entered was an attendant. A breeze blew in from the wide-open door, and her nose suddenly caught an unfamiliar scent of a strange man, mixed with faint smells of sweat and tobacco.

The attendant was a lady in her forties; He Xing hired her to take care of Fu Han because she was very clean, and Fu Han had never smelled any smoke on the attendant.

Her heart pounded, knowing that the person who had entered the ward in the dark was likely someone she did not know.

The footsteps were louder than before, with no time to think further, Fu Han pressed the call button and, without care for exposing herself, rolled off the bed.

Her decision proved correct—next, a cold light flashed, followed by the sound of a sharp blade tearing through the bedding.

Fu Han hid on the other side of the bed, trying to see where the intruder was, but in pitch darkness, she saw nothing. She gripped a book she had just found tightly; it was now her last resort.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway, getting closer and closer to the ward. Fu Han’s heart jolted and she yelled for help!

"Lady Fu Han, why did you turn off the lights?" The attendant’s voice sounded, and the next second, the lights in the ward came on.

The attendant, looking bewildered at the intruder in black: "Who are you?"

Quick to act, the intruder in black rushed towards the attendant, knife in hand, the blade casting a chilling glow.

Fu Han knew all too well that the attendant was no match for the intruder in black, she urgently shouted at the attendant, "Go get help!"

Indeed, the attendant was not about to risk her life for Fu Han, and after seeing the knife in the intruder’s hand, she turned and ran.

By then, the intruder had reached the doorway, one foot nearly stepping out, but the next second, he suddenly turned back, his sinister eyes fixing on Fu Han, confirming her location before the lights went out again.

Feeling those eyes on her, Fu Han’s body chilled as if she were in the cold harshness of Snowland.

The rapid footsteps sounded again; using her hearing to judge, Fu Han threw her book towards the intruder with all her might.

With a ’thud,’ she knew she had hit her target. The footsteps paused for a moment, but then someone grabbed Fu Han’s shoulder and growled, "Little girl, you still want to run?"

The man’s rough and grating voice was like a spatula scraping nothing but a bare iron pan, painfully piercing the ears.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?" Fu Han struggled fiercely as she asked. Sadly, it wasn’t the first time she had found herself in such a situation. Facing danger and stalling for time had become her instinct.

"You don’t need to know who sent me. You just need to know that I dispense misfortune for those who pay," the man said, his voice rising again as he adjusted the angle of his dagger, aiming for a fatal blow.

At that moment, Fu Han felt like a hapless chick, entirely at another’s mercy; heart filled with despair, she thought, was it really going to end like this? She wasn’t ready to give up, not at all.

Clap!

The lights in the ward suddenly turned on, blinding the intruder, and the next second, a flicker of white crossed her vision, and Fu Han was out of the intruder’s grasp.

"He Xing?" Fu Han exclaimed joyfully, but once her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized there was no He Xing, the person shielding her was Su Cheng.

It was just that Su Cheng was wearing a white sweatshirt, similar to one He Xing had, causing her to mistake him when the blinding light made it impossible to see clearly.

While Su Cheng kept a vigilant eye on the intruder, he didn’t forget to comfort Fu Han, "Fu Han, don’t be afraid, I will protect you."

The masked intruder, with spiteful triangular eyes, glared at Su Cheng and, after spitting out "looking for death," hurled himself with a dagger at Fu Han.

Su Cheng lifted his foot and aimed a kick at the intruder’s torso, a sure strike that the intruder narrowly dodged with a sway.

Somehow, the intruder pounced from Fu Han’s side, his cold, gleaming blade aimed straight for her neck.

From this move, it was clear that the intruder was hell-bent on ending Fu Han’s life. With nowhere to hide and nothing in her hands to shield herself, she braced to block with her arm—better the arm than the neck, if it were wounded, it could still heal; a wounded neck spelled doom.

As she steeled herself, suddenly, a terrible scream sounded, almost beside her.

Fu Han opened her eyes to see Su Cheng gripping the dagger with his hand, blood oozing from his palm and falling with a shocking splat on the floor.

The intruder seemed as astonished as Fu Han by this turn of events. Staring at Su Cheng, eyes filled with rage, he didn’t let go, determined to see his attack through to the end.

Right then, a clamor erupted from outside the door, led by Fu Han’s forty-something attendant: "Hurry, someone’s trying to hurt Lady Fu Han!"

The intruder’s eyes rolled wildly, and with a strong tug, he pulled out the dagger and dashed out the door. Chaos ensued in the hallway, people shouting: "Catch him, come catch him!"

Fu Han knew that this life-threatening crisis had finally passed. Her tense heart relaxed, and then tensed again, as she shouted to the people at the door, "Hurry and help Su Cheng with his wound!"