"Say it then.
Zhan Bei Jue closed his eyes with a proud expression. "Take it. Whoever wants to eat it can eat it, I'm not eating it."
Then don't blame me for being impolite.
Jiang Nan Fang turned to the bedside cabinet, got a disposable cup, and quickly cut the apple into small pieces.
Then she took out a box of toothpicks, stuck them into the apple pieces, and said, "Open your mouth!"
Hey, so kind?
Is she going to feed him if he doesn't eat it?
Zhan Bei Jue opened his eyes, glanced at her, and then closed them again. "Not eating."
Jiang Nan Fang skewered a piece of apple and, without another word, directly shoved it into his closed mouth.
"Mmm..."
Driven by the instinct of self-preservation, Zhan Bei Jue could only open his mouth.
Then, piece after piece, the whole apple was quickly stuffed into his mouth.
Seeing the last piece of apple finished, Jiang Nan Fang threw away the cup and took the pre-cooled water.
"Drink."
He was already thirsty, but at this moment Zhan Bei Jue was full and looked at the water with genuine disgust.
"You're not satisfied unless I die of fullness, are you?"
"Yes."
Jiang Nan Fang repeated the same routine, shoving the cup to his mouth again. "Drink it quickly!"
Zhan Bei Jue lifted his eyelids to look at her.
They were too close, less than 20 centimeters apart.
Jiang Nan Fang glared at him with her sparkling eyes, and he could see the subtle powder on her face, her thick eyebrows, and her red, moist lips.
She looked quite good.
Damn woman.
She actually took the time to put on makeup to visit him in the hospital.
Why did she dress up so beautifully?
Did she still want to rekindle something with her ex-husband?
Looking at his beautiful ex-wife, Zhan Bei Jue only regretted that his legs were inconvenient at the moment, preventing him from making love to her.
The blood rushing through him and her alluring gaze made him truly want to give up everything and reconcile with her.
"Jiang Nan Fang, do you know it's inconvenient for me to use the restroom because my leg is injured?"
"By making me drink so much water, you're deliberately creating trouble for yourself, aren't you?"
Heaven knows, if Ah Zhong hadn't said he hadn't gone to the toilet for two days and she was afraid he would die from holding it in, looking too unsightly, Jiang Nan Fang wouldn't have bothered with him.
As if anyone particularly liked watching him use the toilet.
"Less nonsense, drink up!"
Jiang Nan Fang deliberately provoked him. "I haven't seen a 30-year-old man wet the bed yet. It's good that you can't move. I'll watch you make a fool of yourself later."
"..." Zhan Bei Jue was speechless.
Gritting his teeth, he took the teacup, staring at her, and gulped down the water.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Satisfied.
Jiang Nan Fang took the teacup back and put it down. "So, do you plan to wet the bed now?"
It was better not to say it, but after her constant nagging, he actually felt the urge.
Zhan Bei Jue said against his will, "No."
Just as Jiang Nan Fang was about to mock his stubbornness, there was a knock on the hospital room door.
Turning around, she saw a doctor in a white coat and a nurse entering.
It turned out to be time for his dressing change.
Jiang Nan Fang stood up and nodded to the doctor. The doctor opened the medical record, asked Zhan Bei Jue a few questions about his condition, and wanted to examine his wound.
Zhan Bei Jue said coldly, not moving, "You two, get out."
The nurse, clearly used to this, put down her tray and turned to leave.
Jiang Nan Fang, however, had not yet seen him injured and ill being observed by others, and looked at him with amusement.
"No. If you have the guts, come down and kick me out."
Damn woman.
Seeing that his legs were inconvenient now, look how gloating she was.
But it didn't matter.
They hadn't seen each other's bodies before, and had touched in more private places. One leg was nothing.
Zhan Bei Jue didn't insist further. The doctor walked over, lifted the covers, and pulled out one of his legs.
Only then did Jiang Nan Fang see how serious his injury was.
His normally slender and long legs were now swollen like elephant legs.
Although bandaged, it was still visible that there was a large, bruised area underneath.
It looked like a very serious car accident, shocking to behold.
As the doctor removed the bandages, he asked Zhan Bei Jue if he had taken his medicine at noon.
Jiang Nan Fang stared at the doctor's hands and soon saw the true appearance of the wound.
Although it had been stitched up, it was still evident that the stab was deep.
The opening was as big as a baby's mouth, no wonder he needed resuscitation.
It might have even severed a major artery.
Jiang Nan Fang couldn't help but imagine what had happened to him with the group of villains during the six hours he was missing.
If it were her, would she have already gone to see the King of Hell?
Who hated her so much?
Zhan Bei Jue seemed impervious to pain and coldly told the doctor to change it quickly.
He seemed very unaccustomed to people touching his limbs, even the doctor.
The doctor didn't waste any more words, quickly changed the bandages, and went out after reminding him not to engage in strenuous activities.
The covers were put back on.
Jiang Nan Fang, who wanted to tease him before seeing the wound, could no longer do so.
Their eyes met, and the room fell silent, feeling strangely awkward.
After a few seconds, Jiang Nan Fang wondered if she should find an excuse to leave.
Zhan Bei Jue, however, suddenly called out to her. "Jiang Nan Fang."
"What is it?"
"I need to go to the toilet."
"..."
The VIP room in a wealthy person's hospital was like a high-class hotel suite.
Except for the hospital bed, everything else – the sofa, air conditioning, coffee table, television, and the bright, spacious bathroom inside – suggested it was not a hospital room.
Jiang Nan Fang walked to the door, closed it, and then returned to his side.
"Then I'll help you get down."
"Nonsense. If I could get down myself, would I need to call you?"
What kind of person is he, bossing others around to do things for him with such an arrogant attitude.
Jiang Nan Fang walked over displeased and extended her hand to him.
"Get down."
Zhan Bei Jue's left leg was so deeply injured that it had pierced the bone, much more serious than Jiang Nan Fang had imagined.
Completely unable to move, could she really support him with just one hand?
She was too careless.
Zhan Bei Jue glanced dismissively at her bony hand.
"Can't you serve me a little more attentively? Come closer."
He was so tall and weighed tens of pounds more than her. Supporting him with one hand might not be enough.
Jiang Nan Fang had to lean closer.
Zhan Bei Jue raised his left hand, placed it on her shoulder, and they both exerted force together.
As a result, the moment he moved, he gasped in pain and broke out in a cold sweat.
Seeing how much he was in pain and that his left leg was completely immobile, Jiang Nan Fang pushed him.
"You can't get down like this at all. The doctor just said not to exercise strenuously. I think you'd better not get down. Just handle it on the bed."
"..." Zhan Bei Jue looked at her meaningfully.
"I'd rather die holding it than wet the bed, don't think you'll see me make a fool of myself."
Heaven knows, Jiang Nan Fang really just worried about him hurting his wound!
Who genuinely cared about seeing him!
He was such a big person, and he smelled bad. What would be the point of seeing him?
"I mean, let the doctor put a catheter in for you," Jiang Nan Fang said.
"Who cares to actually see you? Do you think you're so good-looking?"
"When Jing Yu and Jing Tian were little..."