Chapter 97: Chapter 72 Fu Yisi, do you like me?

She never cried out in pain despite the scars on both of her legs and waist, yet Fu Yisi, a grown man, was crying out in pain over such a wound?

Although she knew Fu Yisi was pretending, Ji Sang couldn’t help but ask,

“Does it really hurt?”

Fu Yisi quirked an eyebrow and became even bolder, covertly applying pressure under the table. When he lifted his hand again, the gauze in his palm was seeping with blood.

“Mhm, it hurts a lot.”

The sight of that red stain on his palm made Ji Sang’s pupils contract, and her brows furrowed abruptly.

“How did you do this?”

It was fine just a moment ago, so how come it’s bleeding again?

Fu Yisi was unnervingly calm as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Probably didn’t handle it well.”

“Didn’t handle it well?”

Ji Sang’s voice rose slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. She had seen Fu Yisi’s credentials; moreover, he had treated her wounds before. How could he possibly have mishandled it?

But there was indeed blood seeping out from the palm of his hand.

Seeing Ji Sang’s eyes full of concern for him, the man’s eyebrows lifted in satisfaction.

“Ji Sang, don’t you know? Healers can’t heal themselves.”

“……”

“Then why not find a nurse? What about Xiao Zhang? Xiao Zhang could do it too.”

“Oh, I don’t want them touching it.”

Fu Yisi’s face was the picture of reasonableness, and his candid gaze made one feel annoyed yet powerless to scold him.

Ji Sang: …

“But you’re bleeding now, you need to deal with it.”

He also has to touch patients in order to treat them, right? Why would he be bothered by that?

“Then you help me with it.”

“Me?”

“Mhm, I only want you to touch it.”

“….”

The unexpected confession-like statement left Ji Sang speechless, and the unpleasantness she felt when she saw Qin Wen below had all but dissipated.

Actually, Ji Sang was quite skilled at treating simple wounds.

She had been obsessed with outdoor photography for a while, and spending the entire night outside in a tent was a common occurrence; she didn’t like traveling with others.

So, she knew the basics of nursing care.

Fu Yisi’s office was well-equipped, and Ji Sang, having been there a few times, had a general understanding of where the tools were kept.

The man sat back in his chair, perfectly content to wait for her to bandage him.

Ji Sang quickly brought over the toolkit, placed it on the office desk, stood in front of Fu Yisi, took his hand, and asked casually,

“How did Ling Yuxuan find out you were injured?”

Fu Yisi’s brow twitched.

“He was around just now, that’s just how he is, always exaggerating things.”

Ji Sang pressed her lips together slightly, her expression darkening a bit.

“Indeed.”

When she received the phone call, she really felt at a loss for a moment.

What could she do if Fu Yisi’s hand was badly injured? She was afraid that she, a clumsy person in matters of affection, wouldn’t be able to help Fu Yisi at all.

Sensing Ji Sang’s sudden gloom, Fu Yisi’s outstretched hand suddenly grasped her fingertips and gently pinched them.

“Worried just now?”

Hearing this, the worry and fear that she had been suppressing all the way from the suburb to the City First Hospital seemed to flow into a turbulent current called grievance.

She was not a person given to affectation, but at the sound of Fu Yisi’s gentle words, she felt her tear ducts almost beyond her control.

Ji Sang bowed her head, silent, not daring to speak.

Fearing that opening her mouth would reveal her emotions.

She meticulously peeled away his fingers one by one and continued to silently tend to Fu Yisi’s wound. Sensing something, the man exerted a slight force to grasp her wrist, took away the item in her hand with his other hand, and gently pinched her chin.

Sure enough, he saw her eyes slightly red.

Fu Yisi sighed and suddenly felt that it was wrong of him to make her worry and fear for so long because of a little awkwardness in his heart.

He should have called her earlier.

“Sorry, Ji Sang, it’s my fault. My hand is fine, yeah? It was just nicked by a pen tip,” he said, while bringing the palm of his hand up to Ji Sang’s eyes.

Indeed, there was only a shallow trace, but Fu Yisi’s skin was a cold pale, almost as fair as Ji Sang’s, only marked by a red streak with a light scrape.

Ji Sang’s chest rose and fell slightly, and after calming her emotions, she said softly,

“You just said it hurt.”

Fu Yisi: …

Isn’t this like shooting oneself in the foot?

He had intended to win Ji Sang’s care by playing the victim, but instead ended up making her cry.

“It doesn’t hurt; I was just bluffing.”

Ji Sang pursed her lips, her eyes glistening as she simply looked at him without a word.

What Fu Yisi feared the most was Ji Sang looking at him like this.

Even though he had much to say, even though he wanted to bring up the other man in her life, in the face of her eyes like that, it seemed he couldn’t say anything.

Whatever the case, the one in pain would be himself.

Spellbound, he felt utterly powerless against her.

Fu Yisi closed his eyes slightly, then pulled her into his arms and sat her on his legs, gently kissing her eyelids and murmuring,

“What should I do with you?”

He couldn’t stand other men getting close to her, yet he couldn’t bring himself to reproach her.

If someone had told him a month ago that Ji Sang could have such a tremendous impact on him, he would never have believed it.

Unconsciously, his feelings toward Ji Sang had evolved.

It caught him off guard.

Yet he accepted it willingly.

Within Dr. Fu’s gentle sigh and pitying kiss, Ji Sang, in a daze, realized something.

Her feelings for Fu Yisi seemed to have truly changed.

And clearly, Fu Yisi felt… the same towards her.

Her hand, resting by her side, suddenly clenched the hem of her clothes, crumpling the small piece of fabric. Suddenly, Ji Sang moved back slightly,

Lowering her gaze, she looked at Fu Yisi’s straight nose for a long while,

And then, Ji Sang leaned in close to the man’s ear and asked softly:

“Fu Yisi, do you like me?”

How could that cold and reserved man she first met now talk to her with the most indulgent gaze and the gentlest tone?

When she had menstrual cramps, he would make her brown sugar ginger water, buy her a warm baby.

When she was injured, he would be angry, yet still tenderly treat her wounds, and would bend over to lift her, not letting her walk on the ground.

When she forgot to blow-dry her hair, he would hold the hairdryer and help her. When she forgot to wear shoes, he would scold her while warming her feet in his hands.

He was such a neat freak.

If…

If all this was just because of the title of husband…

She didn’t believe it.

She didn’t believe that a cold, indifferent, and even unfeeling person like Fu Yisi could do all this purely out of obligation.

Besides, Fu Yisi had said one day…

He wanted more than just these, he wanted more.

Apart from carnal pleasures, all he could want from her was affection.

“Fu Yisi, have you fallen for me?”

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