The atmosphere in the emergency room was tinged with an eerie silence.
The man had a wound on his brow and forehead, narrowly missing his eye and threatening to blind him. The woman had injured her foot, and her hands were swollen beyond recognition.
A couple who had faced adversity together, they were as miserable as one could be, yet they clung to each other tightly.
Their unwavering devotion was deeply touching.
The doctor carefully treated both of them. While doctors were compassionate, they also remembered how ruthless this man was, capable of killing without batting an eye.
"Hiss—"
The doctor rinsed Du Ruoxin's foot with hydrogen peroxide, holding surgical forceps to pick up torn skin and clean the bloody, mangled wound.
She trembled with pain!
It was true pain!
Her leg shook uncontrollably, and not just her leg; her entire body was trembling.
Rong Jingyang held Du Ruoxin, naturally feeling her pain. He really wanted to— should he— ask if she wanted anesthesia?
But if she were pregnant, and the child developed defects due to the anesthesia, she would suffer even more.
Then there would be abortions, curettage…
She would endure even greater suffering!
Rong Jingyang swallowed, his throat bobbing. He swallowed the words that had reached his lips.
He silently raised his hand and placed it by her lips.
Du Ruoxin bit down hard!
"Wuwu—"
It hurt so much!
She was about to cry from the pain!
As minutes ticked by, the two surgeons were skilled in their suturing, and the surgery ended quickly.
The doctors emerged from the emergency room, relieved, leaving only the man and woman, both drenched in sweat from pain and numb with exhaustion.
Rong Jingyang was relatively fine; he could endure injuries of this magnitude.
The reason he didn't opt for anesthesia was out of habit.
"Ruoxin…" Rong Jingyang looked down at her. As if remembering something, he immediately changed his address, "Wife, are you… alright?"
Du Ruoxin nestled in his arms, huffing, "Not good!"
"Not good at all!"
"It hurts so much!"
Rong Jingyang: "…"
Comforting a woman with mushy words was not his forte, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
After a brief pause, he patted her head, "If you're pregnant, I'll give you anything you want."
Pfft—
Du Ruoxin felt a pang of resentment!
Did he only become obedient when she was pregnant?
Du Ruoxin suddenly sat up, glaring through gritted teeth, "Why did you fight with my brother?"
"Who killed someone?"
"Rong Jingyang, are you all crazy?"
As she spoke, Du Ruoxin's anger grew, and tears uncontrollably welled up, "That was a life!"
"Does having more power and money mean you can disregard human life? Disregard the law?"
No—
Rong Jingyang reached out to wipe her tears, but she dodged him.
Du Ruoxin, still hopping, escaped the operating table, putting several steps between them. "Rong Jingyang, I hate you like this!"
She hated her elder brother too!
Rong Jingyang: "…"
He hadn't intended to kill anyone.
He had only intended to kill Kristiano.
It was Kristiano's bodyguards who had run into the line of fire; it had nothing to do with him…
But these pale justifications, these weak words, were ultimately difficult to utter.
Rong Jingyang's gaze sharpened slightly, "Your injuries?"
Du Ruoxin interrupted him sharply, "Let's not talk about me for now, you haven't answered my question!"
How could he answer?
Say he thought Kristiano had raped her? And that's why he killed someone?
Rong Jingyang gave a cold twitch of his lips, but not a single word escaped.
Silence hung between them.
Du Ruoxin stared at the man's blood-stained face. For a fleeting moment, her heart softened, and she felt a pang of heartache.
But, biting her lip, she resolved not to compromise without principles.
"Speak!"
"Rong Jingyang, do you want to go to jail?!"