After a tragic death and rebirth, the scumbag tore Bai Yueguang apart for me

When I came down from Zhang Baibo's operating table, six hours had passed and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

I leaned against the operating corridor, and suddenly I felt an indescribable discomfort.

I clearly wanted to kill Zhang Baibo with my own hands, but he was the one who killed me and my child.

But now I saved him with my hands.

I covered my face and slid down slowly. Faced with hatred and justice, as a doctor, I would choose the latter.

When I dragged my tired body back to my office, I met Li Ke who came to deliver lunch.

He wanted to say something, but I reached out to take the lunch box and slammed the office door. Everything Fu Sinan did was just an attempt to cover up his mistake and it only moved himself.

As long as it's not poisonous, I will eat it. It would be a waste not to eat it. I almost starved to death after the operation.

Huo Yan probably hadn't eaten yet either. He walked out with his lunch box and saw Li Ke still standing at the door. When he saw me coming out with my lunch box, he thought I refused to eat and said excitedly, "Miss, the nurse said you just came down from the operating table. You must eat well, otherwise the madam will be worried."

I sneered, "Who is the wife who is worried or is Fu Sinan worried? I missed dinner for two hours today, and Fu Sinan is still waiting in the car downstairs? You can wait if you want. There is no need to use the wife as an excuse."

I turned around and knocked on Huo Yan's door, but Huo Yan didn't answer. So I pushed the door open and went in, closed the door, looked around, but didn't see Huo Yan.

I pulled out my cell phone and called him, and it rang in the lounge inside.

It just rang for a long time but no one answered.

"Doctor Huo?"

The door to the lounge was not closed and the lights were not on.

I walked over, not daring to turn on the light, and looked where the phone was glowing.

I was so scared that I ran over there.

Huo Yan was sitting on the floor beside the bed in the lounge, lying on the bed as if he was unconscious.

"Doctor Huo, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

My first reaction was whether he had fainted from hunger.

But when I put my hand on his waist, I felt something wet, and a bloody smell hit my nose.

He quickly turned on the light and saw blood oozing from the wound on Huo Yan's body.

"Do you really think you are a god? You need surgery for such a serious injury."

I lifted him onto the bed; he was so heavy.

He trotted to the pharmacy, got some hemostatic bandages and disinfectant, and rushed back to his office.

When a few nurses saw this, they could only explain: "Professor Huo broke a cup and cut himself, and I was trying to stop the bleeding."

I undressed him and threw him on the ground, then unwrapped the gauze layer by layer. The wound was severely torn, and it was probably not just because the operation took too long today.

It seemed like he carried me back to the apartment last night. Could the wound have started to split at that time?

The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. I disinfected his bandage and tied it tighter, then put on new gauze and touched his forehead, which was a little hot.

I covered him with a quilt, cleaned up the bloodstained clothes, and was about to pack his shirts into the bag when I saw a gold-stamped Chinese character "Huo" embroidered on the hem of his shirt. The technique was very similar to HYW's. I froze in place for a moment. Was this embroidery and the man's shirt that night made by the same craftsman?

I just want to ask and wait until he wakes up.

I put the shirt aside and went to get some antipyretic medicine. He had woken up and was sitting in the office chair. He looked rather weak. When he saw me come in, his tense mood relaxed a little: "It's you."

"It's me. Only I dare to touch you. You are covered in blood, and you can't let anyone know that you are injured."

He frowned.

I smiled slightly, I was teasing him on purpose.

"Why did you get up? You have a fever. Here are the antipyretics."

He hummed, took it, and raised his head to drink a glass of water. He lowered his head and continued to read the densely packed documents.

My stomach growled at the right moment: "Dr. Huo, aren't you hungry?"

He raised his eyes to look at me: "Let's eat together."

I came back to my senses and pointed at the lunch box and said, "My family brought me food, you can eat too."

I looked back at the table and found that there was a lunch box there without me noticing.

He coughed lightly and said, "Xing Hai gave it to me."

I exclaimed, it turned out that it was sent by Xing Hai.

"Doctor Huo, where are your family members? Don't they bring you food?"

"No."

His voice was calm, and there was no trace of sadness in it.

I happened to see a shirt in a black bag in the corner out of the corner of my eye and said, "There's blood on your shirt. You can send it for dry cleaning. If it's inconvenient, I can wash it for you."

Even though he saved me yesterday, I should at least thank him.

"Need not."

I pursed my lips, but still mustered up the courage to ask, "Is the embroidery on the shirt handmade by a skilled craftsman? It looks very beautiful."

He had an indifferent expression, but his face paused for a moment, then returned to his previous indifferent expression: "If you like it, ask her to embroider one for you next time."

"Okay, help me embroider the three initials HYW."

I said it on purpose to see his reaction.

This time he didn't react much, just hummed and said he was full.

But when I looked at his lunch box, I saw sea cucumber porridge and black fish fillets, all of which were high-end ingredients that were good for wounds.

"The food that the criminal officer cooks is good. He really knows how to take care of people. He must really love you."

Cough cough--

He coughed violently several times and his face turned red.

"You did well in surgery today. Do you want to go back to graduate school?"

This time it was my turn to lower my eyes and remain silent. I took a few quick mouthfuls of rice, as if the rice in my mouth was chewing Fu Sinan, and ate him!

"I have to go home this afternoon, that's all."

Without caring what Huo Yan thought, he packed up his lunch box and left his office.

I would like to see if Fu Sinan threw Lin Yuxi out if he was with Lin Yuxi last night.

But before I could go back, I saw Fu Sinan pushing Lin Yuxi's wheelchair towards me in the corridor.

She was hurt again.

"Xinghe." Lin Yuxi greeted me gently. I pointed at her leg and said, "Did you fall and hurt your leg when you were carrying the soup upstairs?"

I just said it casually, but she nodded and leaned on Fu Sinan's arm aggrievedly: "Yeah, it's a pity to waste such a good soup."

My brows were furrowed, because Lin Yuxi must have known about what happened to Zhang Baibo last night.

It’s just that she happened to be at Fu Sinan’s house and had no alibi.

"I just performed surgery and saved a criminal who molested a girl. Fortunately, he is not dead. He is still in the ICU at the end of the corridor and should wake up tomorrow. Are you here to get information?"

She looked visibly panicked.

The look in his eyes could not escape my eyes.

"How can you talk like that? If it weren't for your bowl of soup yesterday, Yuxi wouldn't have gotten into trouble. Why are you making soup for me?"

The person who spoke was Fu Sinan, and he blamed me instead.

I shrugged. "You can check the surveillance at home. She was the one who insisted on snatching it away."

I really didn't have the energy or energy to argue with these people, so I turned around and went back to my office, and I heard Fu Sinan scolding: "After all, my mother spoiled me, and now I have this attitude."

How could he think I was spoiled?

But he no longer cared about his emotions and called the criminal police officer.