Qin Mu initially appeared sowhat concerned, but his expression subtly shifted when his gaze fell upon the drawing board strapped to Mu Wan’s back.
Sick... Even after seeking dical attention, she didn’t forget to carry it with her.
Mu Wan is truly sothing special.
"Follow now... If it weren’t for worrying about how the old man would notice sothing off when you return ho, Mu Wan, don’t think... that my work is so relaxed that I can afford to look after you like this."
Mu Wan: "..."
He’s really sharp-tongued.
Listening to the man’s not-so-kind words, Mu Wan rely nodded.
"Alright."
She followed...
The refined man of Chinese descent, especially one as striking as him, scolding a woman in this manner yet speaking with a hint of concern, drew the attention of everyone around.
The crowd speculated about the man’s extraordinary identity, feeling all the more like... the woman was truly lucky.
Mu Wan followed closely behind the man, and for once... she could distinctly feel that Qin Mu’s strides had slowed.
She could... keep up now.
...
Mu Wan followed Qin Mu all the way to the surgical departnt. Qin Mu had already arranged for an assistant to conduct a hospital-wide screening, selecting the best trauma specialist to handle Mu Wan’s injury.
"Take a look at her..."
"Understood, Mr. Qin..."
The doctor walked respectfully over to Mu Wan, gesturing for her to open her petite hand. Mu Wan’s lips curled into a faint smile before she slowly raised her right hand, stuck together by thick, sticky blood. Even opening it had beco a struggle.
After much effort, Mu Wan managed to spread her small hand, revealing a palm that was already mangled and bloody.
Qin Mu’s expression tightened at the sight.
Mu Wan’s injury... wasn’t simple. Judging by the looks of it, it was caused by severe friction.
If he wasn’t mistaken... tiny, pebble-like particles were embedded in the woman’s palm, requiring tweezers to be carefully extracted, followed by wound cleaning and bandaging.
Otherwise... if neglected, the wound on this hand might deteriorate to the point where it becos irreparable.
Shit...
Seeing Mu Wan’s injury, which—although not life-threatening—was this severe, Qin Mu’s dark eyes were filled with gravity.
This Mu Wan... She was truly extre in her care for the sketch of that basketball youth.
"Mrs. Qin... I will need to clean your wound, which might hurt quite a bit... Can you tolerate it, or would you prefer an anesthetic?"
"No need, just bandage it. I’m fine."
Mu Wan nodded slightly, and with the assistant’s translation, she roughly understood the doctor’s words... and nodded once more.
Pain... wasn’t sothing she particularly feared.
Perhaps it was because over the years, she’d grown accustod to heartache.
Qin Mu watched her closely, his thin lips tightening as he outright objected.
"No... anesthesia cannot be skipped..."
Mu Wan: "..."
This man... really exhibits a kind of tyrannical authority.
Mu Wan’s heart was filled with complex emotions, yet she didn’t say much. She simply spoke softly: "Let’s skip the anesthetic for now. If the pain becos unbearable, then use it... Doctor, I’ll trouble you."
"Understood."
The doctor observed Mu Wan’s persistence and Qin Mu’s unyielding presence, grasping the dynamic imdiately.
So... the husband listens to the wife.
Though the husband may appear to be the commanding CEO type, the wife’s understated calmness suggests that in this household, she holds the true reins of control.
Thus... no anesthetic.
The doctor skillfully picked up the tweezers, gently spreading Mu Wan’s palm under the small operating light to treat the injury.
"Tss..."
As the doctor ticulously extracted the tiny stones from Mu Wan’s palm, she winced slightly, her fair brows knitting in pain, yet she didn’t utter a sound.
Her expression remained understated and composed—neither overly emotional nor flat—making her appear delicately moving...
Qin Mu, initially expecting Mu Wan to wince in pain... shiver...
Or perhaps even scream out loud, clamor that she couldn’t bear it and demand an anesthetic, fearing the unbearable pain...
Unexpectedly... Mu Wan endured it.
Qin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, a flash of admiration passing through his dark gaze.
"Cleaning with alcohol directly will hurt quite a bit... Mrs. Qin, are you ready?"
"Mm..."
Mu Wan nodded lightly and replied softly, "I can handle it... Clean the wound, please."
"Alright..."
Mu Wan’s forehead was covered in a sheen of cold sweat as the alcohol poured directly onto her blood-streaked palm... instantly... the liquid turned crimson as it flowed downward.
It was a thousand tis more painful than she’d imagined.
Mu Wan bit down hard on her lip, nearly breaking the skin, as cold sweat drenched her back.
Her entire body trembled... her left hand clenching tightly into a fist, trying to ease the pain.
Until she suddenly felt a warm hand envelop hers, followed by the man’s deep voice.
"Mu Wan, if you keep squeezing like this... your left hand might end up ruined too."
Mu Wan: "..."
Mu Wan froze at the man’s sudden words and the large hand gripping hers. Her beautiful eyes clouded with a hint of daze... sowhat bewildered.
However, the intense pain was too much to bear. She instinctively gripped the man’s large hand tightly with her left, seeking comfort amidst the discomfort.
Qin Mu felt Mu Wan digging her nails into his palm, the pain was sharp, yet his expression remained unmoving.
By the ti the alcohol had been applied to clean the wound, Mu Wan was already exhausted and nearly faint.
"Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, are you planning to have a child soon? If not, I’ll administer normal IV drips without concern. If you are... adjustnts might be needed for the IV dication."
This question... provoked an imdiate yet subtle reaction from both Qin Mu and Mu Wan.
Especially Mu Wan...
Having a child, though sothing she was willing to do, carried the sting of Qin Mu’s previous remark about their "cooperation being pleasant," which for her, had been nothing short of biting sarcasm.
Mu Wan pursed her lips and murmured hoarsely: "We’re planning on having a child... so don’t administer the IV drip. I’ll disinfect with alcohol when I return ho."
Qin Mu’s lips pressed together at her words.
"We’re not planning on that right now. Just administer the normal IV drip."
Mu Wan: "..."
This ti... Mu Wan was truly left speechless by Qin Mu’s response.
Wasn’t giving the Qin Family a child her primary goal right now?
Since when... had the goal changed?
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