Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 581 - 582: For You, I’m Willing to Give Up the Whole World

Chapter 581: Chapter 582: For You, I’m Willing to Give Up the Whole World

Song Xiaodong stayed in the hospital to accompany his sister, Song Xiaoru, along with Lin Su’er. Miao Qingqing and the others were also quite worn out from the past few days, so he had persuaded them to go home and rest.

Song Xiaodong took a quick shower in the bathroom of the ward and changed into a set of clothes that Miao Qingqing and the others had prepared for him, looking quite refreshed.

Watching Song Xiaoru with Lin Su’er by the bed, seeing her wrapped in bandages, Song Xiaodong still felt a surge of heartache.

Lin Su’er said softly, "Brother Dongzi, you should rest too. It’s enough that I’m here to look after Sister Xiaoru."

Song Xiaodong shook his head and replied, "I’ll stay here and keep my sister company for a while. You’ve been working hard these past two days, you go rest first."

Lin Su’er responded, "I’m not tired. I’m a nurse, so I’m used to it, and taking care of Sister Xiaoru is something I’m even better at."

Song Xiaodong hesitated, then said, "Alright, let’s both lie down on the bed to rest. If anything happens to my sister, I’ll be able to hear."

"This..." Lin Su’er hesitated a bit.

"Don’t worry, she’s my own sister. How could I not care about her? Look at you, you’ve even got dark circles under your eyes."

Lin Su’er finally agreed and lay down on another bed with Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong pulled Lin Su’er closer and let her rest her head on his arm, asking, "Do you think I’m scary?"

"No!" Lin Su’er shook her head and said, "I can totally understand you. You’re not the bad guy who goes around killing and bullying people."

Song Xiaodong cracked a slight smile and said, "That’s good, get some good sleep."

"This... wouldn’t this be inappropriate? What if Sister Qingqing and the others come back and see us, it would be troublesome."

"Don’t worry, they won’t come back," Song Xiaodong patted Lin Su’er’s shoulder gently.

Lin Su’er, with a flushed face, said softly, "It would still be embarrassing if Sister Xiaoru wakes up and sees us."

Song Xiaodong replied, "My sister knows, and besides, we’re not doing anything, what’s there to be embarrassed about?"

Lin Su’er was rather embarrassed but said, "Alright then."

Snuggling quietly in Song Xiaodong’s embrace, Lin Su’er initially felt a bit shy, but soon she felt an intense sense of happiness. Usually, when the two of them were together, they went straight to bed to be intimate, but just holding each other like this gave Lin Su’er a different feeling, as if it brought even more happiness than the other act, perhaps because it was so rare for her.

The next day, Song Xiaodong began to treat the external injuries of Song Xiaoru. This was a delicate task, since even a small flaw on a woman’s body could cause dissatisfaction, let alone so many scars.

Although this did not consume as much True Qi as treating internal injuries, it was more exhausting. After two consecutive days, Song Xiaodong had managed to treat all the wounds on Song Xiaoru’s skin.

But one round of treatment was far from enough. There had to be a second and a third, and even so, Song Xiaodong could not guarantee that Song Xiaoru’s skin would fully recover to its original state.

A week passed like this, and Song Xiaoru was brought home by Song Xiaodong. Her major injuries were nearly healed, her skin had mostly mended, and now it was just the final phase of recovery.

During these days, Song Xiaodong stayed in the hospital the whole time, putting aside all other matters, wholly dedicated to taking care of Song Xiaoru.

Finally discharged, there was a small celebration at home. Then Song Xiaoru returned to her room, and Song Xiaodong followed her in, with no one else accompanying them.

Song Xiaoru sat in front of her dressing table and slowly took off her mask. She had not dared to look at her own face during these days.

Actually, even without looking, she had a rough idea about the condition of her face because many of the wounds on her body had left visible marks.

Now, looking at herself in the mirror, a long scar on her left cheek seemed even more noticeable, making Song Xiaoru’s eyes involuntarily redden.

Which woman would not cherish her own face? Song Xiaoru was no exception.

Standing behind Song Xiaoru, Song Xiaodong placed his hands on her shoulders, letting her head rest against his abdomen, and said softly, "Sister, you don’t have to worry. The scars are more visible right now because the wounds have just healed. In a few days, those marks will start to fade, and eventually, they will disappear."

Touching the scar on her face lightly with her fingers, Song Xiaoru asked with a trembling voice, "Really? Don’t lie to me, Dongzi. I need to prepare myself mentally."

Song Xiaodong hesitated before finally saying, "With my current ability, I can only make the scar lighter, but I can’t make it disappear completely. However, there’s still hope. First, my strength can still improve, and when it does, I will use acupuncture every day to stimulate the healing of the skin at the wound. But I haven’t had much experience before, so I’ll need to practice on other wounds on your body."

Song Xiaoru closed her eyes for more than twenty seconds before opening them. She then gently shook her head and said, "If there’s a scar, there’s a scar. It’s not as though I want to find a boyfriend anyway. This way, I can avoid being harassed by others."

Song Xiaodong said with empathy, "Sister, if you don’t want one, that’s fine. Since we’re not blood-related, it won’t be a problem for you to stay with me in the future."

Song Xiaoru was startled by his words. Both Second Auntie and Third Aunt had mentioned similar suggestions countless times before. She had wavered in her heart and had even hoped for it. But even though Song Xiaodong nearly had a relationship with her once, he had always seen her as a sister—a sentiment he had voiced for the first time now.

Song Xiaodong bent down, kissed her hair gently, and said, "Sister, truly, I can’t live without you my whole life. You know I have a strong sister complex. I can’t bear to see you with another man, so you can only be with me."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Song Xiaoru suddenly pulled away Song Xiaodong’s hands, stood up, and turned to sit on the bed, scolding, "Qingqing is your girlfriend. You’re being utterly irresponsible with such words, and what’s more, you have Yingying as well."

Song Xiaodong walked in front of Song Xiaoru and slowly crouched down, his hands on her knees, his gaze intense as he looked at her, his voice was soft, yet unshakeably firm, "For you, I could give up the whole world."

Song Xiaoru’s heart quivered violently again, but she immediately glared at him, grabbing his ear, and said, "You rascal, the more we tell you, the more delusional you get. Stop your nonsense. If you keep this up, believe it or not, I’ll stop talking to you altogether? You better treat Qingqing well, and Yingying, and don’t forget Xuanxuan and Su’er. So many people have placed their hearts with you. Stop this madness with me."