Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Three Words, Driving Him Mad

    Haicheng City Hospital.

    In the ward.

    The doctor held a bunch of “X-ray films” and said, “Everything else is okay, just the right ring finger is shattered, but even after it heals, it will affect the flexibility of the finger.”

    He knew that Qiao Xi was a doctor, and a doctor’s fingers were vital; any problem with them was significant.

    “Is there no other way?”

    Huo Xingzhou looked at Qiao Xi, who lay on the hospital bed with her eyes tightly closed, and asked gently.

    ...

    “I’m afraid even Doctor Yan can’t do anything about this kind of injury. I think we can only try post-surgery physical therapy with National Doctor Cheng Han.” The chief physician curiously looked at his legs but didn’t dare to ask more. He suspected that Huo Xingzhou might have found Cheng Han.

    “I understand.”

    Huo Xingzhou said indifferently.

    The doctor gave some more instructions and then left the ward.

    Qiao Xi’s body on the hospital bed trembled slightly, tears falling from the corners of her closed eyes.

    She hadn’t fallen asleep; she heard everything they said.

    Looking for Cheng Han to treat her injury?

    She didn’t even dare to think about it.

    Being a doctor herself, she knew her condition all too well.

    Her hand was ruined.

    Huo Xingzhou turned around and saw her chest rising and falling slightly as she sobbed silently. He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from her cheeks.

    “Qiao Xi, you can cry out loud.”

    There was a look of distress hidden in his eyes, and his voice was gentle.

    Qiao Xi tried to control her emotions as the tears slid down.

    Huo Xingzhou bent down and held her in his arms, “Don’t be afraid, it will be okay. Qiao Xi, give me two days.”

    Qiao Xi’s fingers were all wrapped in gauze; she took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Huo, Shu Xue’s phone was smashed. Can I ask you to buy one for me? I’ll transfer the money to you.”

    “Okay,” Huo Xingzhou agreed, “Is there anything else you want to do?”

    “I... I want to... be alone for a while,” she said, trying hard to steady her trembling voice.

    Huo Xingzhou looked at her deeply for a moment and then slowly walked out of the room.

    The room’s door closed.

    It felt as if heavy cotton was stuffed in Qiao Xi’s chest; she was breathing rapidly, covering herself entirely with the quilt.

    Sobbing without a sound.

    Finding Cheng Han was as hard as reaching the heavens!

    Wang Dafu had fled, Shu Xue’s phone had been smashed, and the evidence was destroyed.

    She knew that with unlicensed medical practice and an injury like this, even if it could be healed, what would it matter?

    Huo Beiting, clad in a bathrobe, held a glass of red wine in his hand, leisurely savoring it. He flipped through messages on his phone, a satisfied smile on his lips.

    He heard Zhuo Feng had beaten that bumpkin woman miserably.

    Her hand was ruined too.

    It was a thorough release of resentment.

    He sipped the wine, his gaze falling on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

    Soon, the water in the bathroom stopped.

    A woman dressed in a wine-red silk slip emerged coquettishly and sat down on his lap.

    “Shall we try the sofa?”

    Fang Anni leaned weakly into Huo Beiting’s embrace, “You seem to be in a good mood.”

    Huo Beiting sniffed her neck and said, “You smell good. Taking a bath and still spraying perfume, looks like you don’t want me to leave tonight.”

    His gaze rested on her hips—men’s instinctive interest in hips seemed almost animalistic. Huo Beiting liked women with curvy figures, especially when Fang Anni was so beautiful and considerate.

    Fang Anni’s lips kissed the side of his ear and whispered three words softly.

    Huo Beiting, as if provoked, pinned her down on the sofa and slipped her straps off.

    Fang Anni laughed charmingly, holding him even tighter.

    Last time she hadn’t gotten pregnant, so she would try harder; she would surely conceive Huo Beiting’s child. After all, this was the Huo Family’s next heir.

    Clothes scattered on the floor.

    The sofa and floor rubbed against each other, making noise.

    The ringing of the mobile phone on the coffee table began, and Huo Beiting was slightly annoyed.

    Fang Anni saw who it was and said sweetly, “It’s Su Weiwei. Answer it.”

    They were tightly embraced; Huo Beiting reached out to take the phone and answered, “Hello, what is it?” His hand continued to rove naughtily over Fang Anni.

    “Beiting! Wang Dafu has run away, will he confess about me if the police catch him? I’m so scared,” Su Weiwei said in panic.

    She was foolish, it was her first time doing something illegal.

    Huo Beiting was terse, “What he did would land him at most two years in prison, you gave him half a million. As long as he isn’t stupid, he’ll know to take the fall for it.”

    Wang Dafu wouldn’t confess.

    Su Weiwei felt a lot more reassured and then asked, “Beiting, where are you? We...”

    “I’m busy, gotta go.”

    Huo Beiting hung up the phone in haste, as the woman beneath him teased him, her laughter bubbling up.

    “Let’s see how I’ll deal with you,” he said fiercely.

    “Come on,” Fang Anni urged, her voice tightening.

    But before they could do anything, Fang Anni’s phone rang again.

    It was another call from Su Weiwei.

    Fang Anni glanced at Huo Beiting and said with a smile, “Want to play something more thrilling?”