Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 373: The Ward Separated by a Wall

Chapter 373: Chapter 373: The Ward Separated by a Wall

Su Cheng’s palm was bleeding profusely, and a small pool of blood had already formed on the floor. His complexion was as pale as a piece of paper, even his lips had turned black and blue.

An experienced doctor glanced at him and exclaimed, "Quickly take him to the emergency room, the dagger is poisoned, we must deal with it immediately."

A quick-thinking nurse found a wheelchair, and several people together hurried Su Cheng away. Fu Han, ignoring the janitor’s obstruction, followed them.

An hour later, Su Cheng finally came out of the emergency room, pale-faced. The black-clad assailant’s dagger had been coated with pesticide, which entered his body directly through the wound in his palm. Fortunately, they acted in time, and his life was not in danger, but he would need some time to recover.

As for the wound on his palm, although it looked terrifying, it was merely a superficial skin injury and had not damaged his tendons or bones, and would heal over time.

Fu Han was completely relieved. After a few days in the hospital and several days of IV treatments, he was once again the lively Su Cheng.

It was somewhat humorous that the hospital ward assigned to Su Cheng was right next to Fu Han’s, separated only by a wall.

The night was deep, and Su Cheng hadn’t finished his IV drip yet. He asked Fu Han to stop keeping vigil and to go back, but Fu Han firmly disagreed, insisting on staying by his side.

Her thoughts were simple: Su Cheng was injured because he tried to save her, and though she couldn’t do much, she could at least stay by his side while he received the IV, fetching water whenever necessary.

With only half a bottle left to go for the IV, Fu Han had flipped through her book for entertainment several times. Feeling sleepy, she rested her chin in her hands and gazed out the window at the vast night sky, lost in thought.

The nurse had wanted to call He Xing to explain the night’s events, but Fu Han strongly objected. She knew that He Xing was staying at the He family villa that day, and if He Xing found out, it meant that Grandfather He would know too. The old man was already in poor spirits, and another disturbance might mean he wouldn’t sleep tonight.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached from afar. The clacking of high heels on the floor echoed through the night hallway, grating on the ears.

A bad premonition surfaced as Fu Han instinctively looked toward the door. Mr. and Mrs. Huangpu entered with an ashen-faced fury.

Upon seeing Fu Han, Mrs. Huangpu, pointing at her nose with a face full of disgust, said, "Fu Han, I told you that you’re a disaster, yet you didn’t believe me. Look how unlucky my son has been since he’s been with you..."

She was about to go on, but Su Cheng cut her off, "Mom, have you forgotten what I said?"

It was a cryptic statement that left Fu Han utterly confused, but to her surprise, Mrs. Huangpu clamped her mouth shut without another word.

However, judging by her expression of unresolved resentment, it was anyone’s guess what she might be muttering about Fu Han in her heart.

For a while, the ward fell into an awkward silence, to the point where Fu Han felt uncomfortable. After a moment, she stood up and said to Su Cheng, "You should rest well. I’ll be going now. If anything... No, never mind. Goodbye."

She had intended to say "call me if anything happens," but with Su Cheng’s parents there, even if something did happen, it wouldn’t be her place to deal with it. She ended up holding back all that she wanted to say.

In the deep of the night, Fu Han lay in bed, restless. The breathing of the nearby nurse was even, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The events of the evening replayed in her mind: the black-clad intruder had made it clear he was paid to take Fu Han’s life. Yet, in her memory, she couldn’t recall a hatred so deep that someone would seek to take her life.

But that wasn’t the scariest part. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. There had been a previous attempt in a cinema bathroom, and that incident remained unresolved.

Fu Han had tried to put it behind her, but now she had to reconsider. Were these two incidents related? If they were, who could be so adamant about wanting her dead? If not, then she had two enemies out to get her, both of whom she was unaware of.

Fu Han couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt.

According to the hospital security guard who gave chase, the black-clad figure who had fled the ward that night was extremely cunning. He seemed to have planned his escape, leaping over the hospital wall after dashing through the stairwell and then vanishing into the darkness.

Fu Han wasn’t surprised by this result. With no leads on the assailant from the cinema, it wasn’t strange that this person disappeared on the spot. They must have come prepared to carry out their plan.

In the ward next door, Su Cheng wasn’t sleeping either—not because he didn’t want to, but because his parents’ non-stop lectures made it impossible to rest.

Their repetitive talk boiled down to the same old themes: urging Su Cheng to stay away from Fu Han, calling her a jinx whose company brought misfortune. They pressed him to reconsider Nan Qing, citing their childhood friendship as a perfect match. Then, the Huangpus lamented the difficulties faced by the Huangpu Family, saying they were on a downward trajectory.

After nearly an hour of their monotonous ramblings, Su Cheng’s ears were weary.

He seized a moment between their lectures to interject, "Dad, Mom, I’ve said it many times: I’m not interested in the family businesses. My own company is growing, and I’m satisfied with it. Also, Fu Han is the only girl I care about. If you continue to speak ill of her, I will never return home."

The Huangpu couple exchanged a look and read the same resignation on each other’s faces. They sighed and finally fell silent.

With his parents quieted, Su Cheng finally found some peace. When the nurse came to remove his IV, he took the opportunity to send them away, "Dad, Mom, it’s late, and I need to sleep. You should go home and rest, too."

When the ward was left with Su Cheng alone, he turned to face the direction of Fu Han’s bed, knowing there was only a wall between them. He felt an extraordinary contentment—this was the closest they’d ever been.

Su Cheng thought if he could be just a wall away from Fu Han every day, he would willingly live in the hospital for the rest of his life.

But this thought lasted only a second in Su Cheng’s mind; the next second he shook his head in disapproval. It didn’t matter to him, but Fu Han couldn’t stay in the hospital indefinitely; she had to be healthy and, preferably, happy every day.

Thinking of something, Su Cheng felt a surge in his heart and took out his phone from beneath the pillow to make a call, "Hello, I’d like to book a flight to M Country for the day after tomorrow morning. Are there still seats available... only economy class left? That’s fine too, please book it for me."