How's Mr. Huo's Skills?

In the medical room, Jiang Xun knelt on the ground, tending to the burns on Huo Qing'ang's leg while sighing, "I didn't expect Miss Song would treat you like that."

The icy sensation of the burn ointment gradually penetrated Huo Qing'ang's leg, causing intense pain and furrowing his brow. "It wasn't her."

Jiang Xun shot Huo Qing'ang a disdainful look, sneering, "On such a scorching day, who could drink such scalding coffee?"

"It's the person who hit her," Huo Qing'ang pursed his lips, his gaze dropping to the injury, deep and inscrutable.

Jiang Xun chuckled, "Mr. Huo, do you truly believe... Miss Song is clean?"

Huo Qing'ang paused, "In that accident years ago, she saved my life."

"That accident hasn’t been solved. Did Miss Song genuinely save you, or was she the perpetrator?" Jiang Xun shook his head, "Who really knows?"

Huo Qing'ang slowly lowered his trouser leg, his voice clear yet resolute, "Song Ci isn't that kind of person."

"Whether she is or not, I don't know," Jiang Xun stood by the sink, carefully washing his hands, "I only know that Mrs. Huo will need at least a dozen stitches in her head."

These were hands with distinct knuckles, long and full fingers exuding strength yet appearing incredibly gentle, seemingly destined to wield a surgeon's scalpel.

Huo Qing'ang's throat moved slightly. In the split second before he spoke, he swallowed his words.

...

In the surgical emergency room, Gu Pianpian leaned on a chair, clutching the wooden armrest tightly with her eyes closed.

Cold sweat in the size of soybeans, trickled down her forehead, flowed down her cheeks, and wet her clothes.

But she never made a sound of pain throughout the procedure; she endured it silently.

"Your wife is quite interesting," Jiang Xun's lips curled into a faint smile, his voice carrying a probing tone.

Huo Qing'ang lowered his gaze, casting a glance at Jiang Xun, "If you're so interested, you can wait for her to divorce."

At Jiang Xun's words, his smile grew more pronounced, "Mr. Huo, your tone sounds so jealous, I almost thought the hospital was using vinegar for disinfection."

Jealous?

How could he be jealous!

Huo Qing'ang raised his head, his sharp gaze akin to a glinting blade, fierce with determination, "Until the divorce, she's still my woman."

Jiang Xun's surprise at the strong competitiveness was fleeting. He then raised an eyebrow playfully, patting Huo Qing'ang's shoulder, teasing, "Your woman is here, and I have the patience to attend to. I'll take my leave."

Watching Jiang Xun's departure, Huo Qing'ang's gaze immediately darkened. He realized Jiang Xun's words were a deliberate test, and he fell into the trap.

Gu Pianpian, approaching him, slightly curled her lips in contemplation, "Mr. Huo, what are you thinking?"

Huo Qing'ang snapped out of his reverie, his voice solemn, "Back to the ward."

"Where is Miss Song? Has she left?" Gu Pianpian followed, scanning for any sign of Song Ci.

Leaving so soon after spilling the coffee, wouldn't that be a wasted effort?

Huo Qing'ang lifted his gaze, "It's none of your concern."

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuations.

"Until your leg recovers, we can't engage in any 'procreation activities.' And Mr. Huo, you're saying it's none of my business?" Gu Pianpian met his gaze squarely, earnestly posing the question.

"Hmm?" Huo Qing'ang's voice instantly grew cold. "Is your head filled with nothing but this kind of thoughts all day, Gu Pianpian?"

"Of course not," Gu Pianpian leaned in closer. "There's also... how’s Mr. Huo's skills."

A scorching breath, mixed with a hint of elusive feminine fragrance, brushed against Huo Qing'ang's neck, momentarily distracting him. But he quickly regained his composure. "Gu Pianpian, can you please have some decency?"

He absolutely wouldn't entertain her improper thoughts.

"What’s wrong with a craving to have Mr. Huo's eight-pack abs?" Gu Pianpian shook her head, raising an eyebrow. "Why bother with decency?"

Huo Qing'ang's face instantly turned an interesting shade of pale and red. Veins bulged on his forehead. "How do you know I have an eight-pack?"

"Earlier, when Mr. Huo fell down the stairs and clung to me." Gu Pianpian's lips curled in a light smile as she pushed open the door to the ward. "Please..."

The smugness in her eyes was provocative, her laughter light as a feather.

But it drove Huo Qing'ang to the brink of fury. His eyeballs were practically about to pop out. "Shameful. Get out..."