The changing room wasn't very spacious.
Meng Ruozhao carefully undid the buttons of his military uniform jacket, then moved on to the buttons of his shirt.
Her movements were extremely gentle, afraid of touching his wounds. All her attention was focused on his injuries, her expression serious and concentrated.
Therefore, she didn't notice at all.
When her slightly cool fingertips inevitably brushed against the skin on his neck or chest from time to time, Pei Jiangmu's body would instantly tense up.
She also didn't notice that his breathing suddenly became a bit heavy.
Even more, she didn't notice the surging, almost out - of - control undercurrent and greed in his deep eyes when he looked at her.
After taking off the jacket and leaving only the open white shirt, Meng Ruozhao asked him to turn around.
Pei Jiangmu hesitated for a moment before slowly turning around as she asked.
When his back was exposed in front of her, Meng Ruozhao gasped sharply, and her eyes instantly turned red.
On the back of the white shirt, near the shoulder blades, there was an alarming red stain.
And when she carefully lifted the hem of the shirt to take a look -
On his once smooth and firm back, besides the broken part, there was also a large area of hideous blue - purple bruises.
The blood had pooled, swelling up high. In some places, it had even turned a purplish - black color, looking extremely painful.
"Pei Jiangmu!"
Meng Ruozhao's voice instantly took on a sob. She was angry, anxious, and filled with indescribable heartache.
"Is this what you call being okay? Is this just a scrape? Don't you know how to protect yourself?!"
"What if it had hit your head if it had been a bit off - target?"
"Tell me, how many times have you been injured in front of me?"
"Last time it was your hand, this time it's your back. Do you have to scare me to death before you're satisfied?"
She was so angry that she wanted to punch him, but after raising her hand high, she gently let it fall, as if afraid of hurting him.
Tears also fell uncontrollably.
This man was always like this, getting injured again and again because of her.
He didn't care about his own body at all.
Seeing her cry, Pei Jiangmu instantly panicked. It seemed that seeing her cry was more painful than his own injuries.
"I really don't feel any pain, really. Sister, don't cry."
He was all thumbs as he pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back to comfort her.
In fact, he had an extraordinary tolerance for pain.
When he was a child, he had been beaten until his skin was ripped open, and he hadn't thought much of it.
The car accident half a year ago had almost taken his life. Even the rehabilitation therapist couldn't bear to watch during the rehabilitation process, but he still hadn't thought much of it.
But as long as he was in front of her, it seemed that he couldn't bear the pain especially well.
When she cried, his heart also tightened, and it hurt so much that he even had trouble breathing.
Meng Ruozhao leaned in his arms to calm herself down for a while. She didn't dare to waste any time.
She quickly suppressed her heartache and anger, carefully helped him tidy up his clothes, and then took him to the nearest Class - III Grade - A hospital.
Registering, queuing, taking X - rays...
After going through a series of procedures, Meng Ruozhao frowned tightly all the way, nervously paying attention to Pei Jiangmu's condition, afraid that he might still be uncomfortable anywhere.
Pei Jiangmu seemed very "obedient", allowing her to make all the arrangements.
However, his face was still pale, and he would occasionally frown slightly because of the pain from his injuries.
This always accurately stirred up more guilt and heartache in Meng Ruozhao.
After Pei Jiangmu went in for the MRI, Meng Ruozhao was worried that he might be thirsty, so she went to the vending machine at the end of the examination room corridor to buy him some water.
Just as she was walking back with the water, a sharp and familiar female voice suddenly broke the relative tranquility of the hospital corridor.
"Can you do your job properly? I'm a patient. Do you understand what a patient is?"
"My leg is broken. You just let me sit here waiting with so many other people? Can't you apply for a green channel?"
"Useless. What is the Du family raising you for?"
Meng Ruozhao looked in the direction of the voice.
Not far away, Du Xixi was sitting in a wheelchair with a thick plaster cast on one leg, propped up high.
There were also several obvious scratches and bruises on her once - beautiful face, making her look rather disheveled.
But the anger on her face was more noticeable than her injuries. She was venting her anger at the bodyguard pushing the wheelchair.
The bodyguard was a tall man. Facing Du Xixi's scolding, he had no expression on his face and just listened silently.
Obviously, he was used to this young lady's temper.
After scolding for a while, Du Xixi still seemed not satisfied. She looked around restlessly, and her eyes suddenly fell on Meng Ruozhao standing not far away.
When their eyes met, Du Xixi's face instantly turned extremely ugly, as if she had swallowed a fly.
First, there was a flash of panic and embarrassment in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by thick jealousy and venom. She pulled out an extremely sarcastic sneer.
"Oh, I wondered who it was. Isn't this the lofty young lady of the Du family?"
"Well, does it feel bad to break up with Qiubai? Coming to this public hospital alone to queue up?"
"Tsk tsk, it's really pitiful. If you had been more sensible and coaxed him well back then, you might be enjoying VIP service in the private hospital of the Yan Group now."
"Why do you have to squeeze in line here with us and smell the disinfectant?"
Her voice was very loud, full of schadenfreude and undisguised mockery, which made the people waiting around look over.
Meng Ruozhao calmly glanced at her. She was already immune to this level of provocation.
She walked over slowly, sat down on the waiting chair, and then calmly replied.
"What's wrong with a public hospital? I think it's great. I'm just an ordinary person. It's only natural to queue up according to the rules."
"Unlike some people, just because their family has a bit of money, they think the whole world has to revolve around them. They even want to jump the queue and get special privileges when going to the hospital."
She paused for a moment, her eyes meaningfully sweeping over Du Xixi's plaster - cast leg and the injuries on her face, her tone carrying a hint of faint "concern".
"I just wonder if you'll also apply for a green channel to jump the queue when you go to the Underworld later?"
"Pfft -" An old man sitting in the next seat waiting for his turn couldn't help laughing out loud.
The others also couldn't help but laugh and pointed at Du Xixi.
Du Xixi's face instantly contorted with anger. Pointing at Meng Ruozhao, she shouted shrilly, "Meng Ruozhao! How dare you curse me?!"
"Curse?"
Meng Ruozhao looked innocent.
"I'm just concerned about you. Judging from your appearance, you're seriously injured, aren't you?"
"You just came back from the gates of hell, and you still have such a bad temper. It's not good for your recovery."
These words precisely hit Du Xixi's sore spot and humiliation.
This injury of hers was actually the most embarrassing thing in her life.
Recently, Du Feng had become more and more dissatisfied with her ability to handle things. Eager to prove herself, she had fawned over a seemingly powerful client and got a bit "too close".
The client had also vowed to give her a big order.
As a result, on the day when the contract was supposed to be signed, while she was "talking in detail" with the client in the restaurant, the client's wife suddenly rushed in with a group of people.
Then, without asking any questions, they gave her a good beating.