CHAPTER 196: CHAPTER 162

"No, I didn’t. I’ve always been the one taking care of him." Zhou Yuwei retorted softly.

Lan Tian chuckled coldly and pressed forward step by step, "You, an unmarried girl, and Brother Junhua, a family man, how could the military possibly arrange this unless you have some ulterior motives towards Brother Junhua?"

Zhou Yuwei was utterly confused, she looked at Lan Tian in shock. In his dark eyes, her panicked expression was reflected. Zhou Yuwei was momentarily stunned before she quickly lowered her head again, her fingertips pinching into the flesh of her thigh, pinching hard, the penetrating pain forcing her to calm down.

She couldn’t lose!

"Camp Commander Mo was injured while saving me. I feel terrible about it, and as a nurse, during my time at the front line taking care of wounded soldiers, the military evaluated and deemed my experience suited and assigned me here. Our relationship is purely one of comrades-in-arms. Lan Tian, are you perhaps misunderstanding?"

Lan Tian looked at Zhou Yuwei for a long time, "Is that so? Maybe!"

Zhou Yuwei didn’t know whether his ’maybe’ meant there was a misunderstanding or not, but since Lan Tian didn’t press on, she breathed a sigh of relief, absent-mindedly peeling an apple.

"How is it?" Chu Yang, having finished his inspection, Lan Tian put away his notes and walked over to ask Chu Yang by Zhou Yuwei’s side. He then picked up the plate with the peeled apple, eating the peeled slices as if it was only to be expected.

"Thank you!" He then moved to sit on the other side of the hospital bed.

Zhou Yuwei suddenly widened her eyes. What did that mean? Did Lan Tian see her as a maid, peeling an apple for her to eat? Her hands fiercely pinched her thighs, the intense pain causing Zhou Yuwei to shudder, barely holding back her rage.

Lan Tian glanced at Zhou Yuwei out of the corner of his eye, impressed by her endurance.

The more enduring a person is, the more terrifying they are when they erupt, Lan Tian was somewhat looking forward to it.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Chu Yang, with his hands in his pockets, came over, found no place to sit, and directly sat on the neighboring hospital bed facing Lan Tian, seemingly unaware that Lan Tian had been bullying Zhou Yuwei.

Lan Tian glanced at the bed Chu Yang was sitting on, feeling a slight discomfort. That was her bed, her mild obsession with cleanliness contrasting starkly with Chu Yang’s careless private life. He and Zhou Yuwei had been involved a few times, which she had unintentionally witnessed, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Tonight, she would rather sit and meditate on a stool than lie down to sleep.

Lan Tian lightly flicked her eyelid, "What does the truth sound like?"

Chu Yang shrugged casually, "The truth is something you don’t like to hear. Camp Commander Mo has been treated for so long with no improvement, it’s unlikely he will wake up."

"And the lie?"

"I just checked, his heartbeat and pulse are normal, the color of his eyes is normal, he looks like he’s just asleep. Apart from not being able to move or speak or show any response, he’s no different from a normal person, so there’s still hope he could wake up. This is what the family wants to hear, but medically, there is a term for such patients, they’re called vegetative. Of course, this is just my personal view, just standing in the position of a friend, the key is what you think."

Mo Junhua’s current situation perfectly exemplified what a ’vegetative state’ is.

Chu Yang spoke these words as a reminder to Lan Tian, to prepare her mentally, Mo Junhua’s condition was unlikely to improve.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhou Yuwei, upon hearing Mo Junhua might never wake up, became so flustered that she accidentally cut her finger with the sharp knife. Bright red blood beads emerged, and Zhou Yuwei, seemingly oblivious, looked up at Chu Yang.

How could it be like this? Originally, Chu Yang hadn’t spoken to her like this.

The wounds on Mo Junhua’s back had healed long ago, she was puzzled why Mo Junhua hadn’t woken up. Chu Yang had told her that Mo Junhua’s current condition was due to a special medication, making him appear asleep, but he would wake up as soon as the medication stopped.

But now he was telling Lan Tian that Mo Junhua would never wake up. Zhou Yuwei could not distinguish which of his statements was true and which was false.

Catching a glimpse of the distraught Zhou Yuwei from the corner of his eye, Lan Tian suddenly let out a radiant smile, as if a pillow was presented as she was dozing off. She had just been pondering on how to provoke Zhou Yuwei further when Chu Yang mentioned that Mo Junhua would not wake up.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Zhou Yuwei had pinned all her hopes on Mo Junhua; if Mo Junhua never woke up, well... there would be quite a spectacle.

Chu Yang was flabbergasted; in their few meetings, Lan Tian had never shown him a friendly face, either ignoring him or disregarding him entirely. It was the first time she had smiled at him.

Watching the stunned Chu Yang, Lan Tian generously smiled again; this man had indeed helped her greatly. Chu Yang’s heart blossomed; could he assume, perhaps, that Lan Tian also held some feelings for him?