Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The grandpa medic came up and reapplied medicine to stop the man’s bleeding.
The old doctor’s eyes were not good, but his medical expertise was very high. Without a need to look at the man, he could insert the needle accurately just by touching the patient’s hand. These past few days, every time they asked him to help with the injection, they would also ask the nurse in his clinic to prepare medications in advance, which saved a lot of trouble.
When it was getting dark, Shi Su guided her daughter to taking a shower in the bathroom, then took the girl back to her room, and coaxed her to sleep. Only then did she walk out with aching shoulders.
She glanced at the sleeping man occupying her bed then turned and reentered the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, she came out in comfortable white pajamas while wiping her wet, long hair.
She sat down on the sofa not far away with the shower gel’s fragrance accompanying her. The moment she did, the man in bed opened his eyes.
“I actually have to sleep on the sofa for four days because of a stranger. I must have water in my head.” She put aside her towel, took some moisturizer, and carefully lathered her face with it.
No matter what, she did not believe that the man really had amnesia. She would find a chance to probe him further.
The seriously injured man was lying in bed, tall and handsome under the thin quilt.
Upon hearing this, he remained silent and only looked over in her direction.
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Two days later, the man in bed finally woke up ‘again’.
“Are you awake?” Shi Su raised an eyebrow at him.
Before Jing Jihan could respond, she threw a thick dictionary over.
The dictionary directly hit the wound on his chest, and he groaned in pain. He turned to look at her and asked in a low voice laced with pain, “Do you think I’m not injured enough? You might as well just stab me to death with a knife.”
She glanced at his annoyingly handsome face. “Don’t you have amnesia? I can’t possibly call you names when you’ve been sleeping in my bed for so many days. Take a look and give yourself a name. Don’t tell me you forgot how to read, too?”
Jing Jihan supported his body with one hand and barely sat up. He leaned against the headboard with some difficulty and glanced at her. “Can I eat first?”
Shi Su marveled at the man’s calmness and cheekiness. “You’re not ashamed to ask me for food?”
His face was calm and reasonable. “How many days do you think a normal person can survive on just a few glucose injections?”
Seeing that he had already picked up the thick dictionary, she said, “I happen to be making rice porridge in my kitchen; I’ll bring you a bowl. I borrowed that dictionary from my neighbor’s little son, so don’t spoil it!”
“Okay.”
Shi Su turned and walked toward the kitchen.
Glancing at the book, Jing Jihan flipped two pages. Eventually, he heard the sound coming from the kitchen and then smelled the faint aroma of thevwhite porridge in the air.
A few minutes later, the woman walked back with a bowl of porridge, which she placed on the bedside table. “Have you chosen a name? Don’t be too picky; just any random name that I can call will do.”
He met her gaze. “I’ve chosen.”
Shi Su hesitantly picked up the dictionary. She saw that the man had taken a pen and a piece of paper on the bedside table. Sandwiched between the pages of the dictionary was this paper with two vigorous, handsome words scrawled on it.