Fu Chi had probably washed his face with cold water. When the old man came in, he saw that Fu Chi's face was still wet with water droplets and his bangs were damp, but he didn't look like he had taken a bath.
The old man said, "If you want to take a bath, don't do it alone. I know you don't like being taken care of, but you have a broken arm, and you don't want your arm to look weird in the future. Just bear with it for the next few days."
Okay, the old man thought Fu Chi wanted to take a bath, but after realizing it was inconvenient, he returned to the bedside.
Fu Chi didn't explain anything, his expression was milder than usual. "Why did you come to the hospital at this time?"
The old man curled his lip. "What, you don't want to see me?"
Fu Chi: "That's not true."
The old man watched as Xia Zhiyi placed the thermos on the bedside table before saying, "I packed a serving of pigeon soup for you. I know you ate dinner tonight, so there's only one serving. You two can share it as a late-night snack."
"It tastes good. I asked the doctor, and he said that pigeon soup is good for your condition; it promotes blood circulation, removes blood stasis, and boosts immunity..."
As if afraid that Fu Chi wouldn't want to drink it, the old man opened his mouth and rattled off a string of words, just wanting Fu Chi to know the benefits of this pigeon soup.
Xia Zhiyi watched with a smile, and could see a hint of helplessness in Fu Chi's expressionless face, but Fu Chi did not interrupt the old man and did not show any impatience.
After the old man finally finished speaking, Fu Chi slowly said, "I understand, thank you, Dad."
Seemingly surprised to be thanked by Fu Chi, Old Master Fu took the water glass from Xia Zhiyi, paused slightly, and scoffed, "I'm your father, what's there to thank me for?"
As she said this, she picked up her water glass, pretending not to care, but the curve of her lips was clearly seen by Xia Zhiyi, who was standing next to her.
Xia Zhiyi smiled, thinking to herself, "Their relationship seems to have improved quite a bit compared to before."
After being persuaded by Xia Zhiyi and Fu Chi, the old man didn't stay in the hospital any longer and was sent home to rest by Xia Zhiyi.
On her way back to the ward, Xia Zhiyi received two more phone calls, one of which was from Xia Wanyi.
"My sister is very worried about you and wanted to come visit, but I told her that the hospital here isn't very convenient, so she shouldn't come." Xia Zhiyi sat down by the bed and said softly to Fu Chi, "Your injuries, only the head wound needs attention; the hand injury doesn't require you to stay in the hospital indefinitely."
"Once we're sure there's nothing wrong with your head, we can go home."
"However, for the next few months, you couldn't move that hand freely; the doctor said you couldn't do any strenuous exercise."
Xia Zhiyi said this, her gaze unconsciously fell on the man's lips.
What he didn't say was that, actually, at times like this, he wanted to get closer to him.
Xia Zhiyi knew she was a little panicked. Even though Fu Chi Fu Chi was lucky, only injuring his arm and out of danger, he seemed really lucky compared to the other victims.
but...
Xia Zhiyi needed to have some deep physical contact with the man to confirm that he was really alright and that he was still the Fu Chi he loved. Perhaps only in this way could he soothe the suppressed anxiety deep in his heart.
Xia Zhiyi only appeared calm.
He knew.
But unfortunately, Fu Chi was injured, and at this time, Xia Zhiyi couldn't do anything because of his injury.
At most, it'll just be a kiss.
But for some reason, Xia Zhiyi was unwilling to take the initiative at this time.
He was actually afraid of being rejected.
Fu Chi's attitude towards him was no different from before.
That's strange.
Xia Zhiyi how he hadn't noticed before that Fu Chi had made him act so strangely.
Even he hesitated.
"Baby."
A deep voice echoed in the ward. Xia Zhiyi and paused for a moment upon hearing the address.
Fu Chi, however, gazed at him calmly, then beckoned to Xia Zhiyi: "Baby, come here."
Xia Zhiyi: "..."
I was a little dazed, and even doubted whether I had misheard.
It's not that Fu Chi wouldn't use such intimate terms to call him. When the two were in love, Fu Chi had whispered some terms in his ear that would make Xia Zhiyi blush so much that his toes would curl up. He used terms like "baby" and "darling." This man wasn't someone who couldn't bring himself to say such things.
But that was a special situation.
In everyday life, Xia Zhiyi would joke around and change how she addressed him from time to time, but when Fu Chi was dressed, he was a serious person and wouldn't usually call her that so affectionately.
Therefore, when he heard the man call him that at this moment, Xia Zhiyi felt... well, he admitted it, because the man always called him that affectionately at those times, Xia Zhiyi had developed a habit of thinking about things that a child shouldn't know when he heard that address.
However, Xia Zhiyi, got up and walked to the man's side, where he grabbed her wrist.
Fu Chi: "What were you thinking about just now?"
Xia Zhiyi, using his strength, sat back down on the edge of the bed and replied nonchalantly, "I wasn't thinking about anything, just spacing out."
Fu Chi narrowed his eyes slightly; when he made such an expression, it always seemed somewhat sharp. "Is that so? What were you thinking about when you were daydreaming?"
Xia Zhiyi: "I already said I wasn't thinking about anything."
He couldn't very well tell Fu Chi that he wanted to do that with him.
Although Xia Zhiyi didn't think there was anything wrong with talking about this with her boyfriend, it was as if he had no shame at all, making him seem incredibly desperate.
Fu Chi tugged at him. Xia Zhiyi puzzled, but when the man tugged at him again, she leaned down next to him, following his force.
Then, a gentle pressure came from his head. Fu Chi's large hand patted his head soothingly. Xia Zhiyi smelled his scent, mixed with the distinctive smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and his body slowly relaxed.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
Fu Chi patted his head, then slowly moved his hand to Xia Zhiyi's neck and began to knead it gently.
This spot was very sensitive for Xia Zhiyi. When it was gently pinched, his body instinctively jolted, but he didn't flinch.
The back of his neck had been kissed countless times by men; Xia Zhiyi wouldn't let anyone else touch it.
But if it's Fu Chi, it's okay.
Although Xia Zhiyi felt a moment of tension when his hand was gripped, he managed to relax.
It's okay, this is Fu Chi.
Although he still couldn't fully understand Fu Chi's current state, this was Fu Chi.
As long as the soul beneath this body is not possessed by an outsider, neither the Fu Chi he knows nor the Fu Chi he doesn't know will harm him.
After a long while, Xia Zhiyi heard a deep male voice from above her head. "Don't be sad, baby."
His heart skipped a beat.