I've seen plenty.
But Jiang Nanfang didn't say the second half of the sentence aloud.
For the past two days, she had forced herself to live in a haze of drunkenness, finally managing to forget about the child temporarily.
She hadn't expected that, in her subconscious, she still remembered them all the time.
The atmosphere immediately became heavy again.
Seeing that Jiang Nanfang had touched upon a sore spot, Zhan Beijue paused for a moment. He used both hands to lift his left leg and forcefully moved it off the bed.
Accompanied by a cold sweat, he then shifted his right leg down as well.
"Aside from you, no one has touched my body. I'd rather endure the pain and die than use it. Let's go like this, move."
Jiang Nanfang knew she couldn't support him. Fearing he might fall, she took a step back.
"Then wait here, I'll go borrow a wheelchair for you."
Soon, she got a wheelchair from the nurse.
However, Zhan Beijue couldn't bend his legs to sit down and was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat.
Seeing such a tall man struggling so much, Jiang Nanfang finally felt a pang of sympathy.
"Forget it, you wait a moment longer, I'll go borrow a crutch for you."
A moment later, she returned again.
Zhan Beijue leaned on the crutch with his left hand. Jiang Nanfang walked beside him, stopping every few seconds as they moved. In this arduous manner, they finally reached the bathroom. Zhang Lanfang had initially intended for him to manage on his own. She opened the toilet lid for him and was about to retreat. Just as she let go of his hand, Zhan Beijue's left leg couldn't exert any force. Relying solely on his right leg, he immediately tilted to one side. He let out another gasp of air, nearly falling. Jiang Nanfang had no choice but to go back and support him.
"How did you get so badly injured?"
After saying that, she realized it was a redundant question and averted her gaze.
"Alright, I'll support you. Hurry up and go."
With one hand on her shoulder and the other holding the crutch, Zhan Beijue had no free hands to assist himself in the restroom.
He wore an expression of someone who was past caring.
"How can I hurry up like this?"
Jiang Nanfang turned back and found that both his hands were occupied.
She immediately became annoyed, "What? Do you expect me to help you with that too?"
"As if you haven't helped him before," Zhan Beijue continued shamelessly.
"I can't hold it anymore, hurry."
What was this?
Just because she had slept with him a few times in a confused state, it had become a lifelong handle for him?
Jiang Nanfang, Jiang Nanfang, you truly are a saintly white lotus.
A shameless person like him should just wet himself, why bother with him!
While thinking this, Jiang Nanfang's hands involuntarily pulled at his hospital gown.
However, upon pulling, she discovered something was amiss.
He was actually not wearing anything underneath.
"Where are your inner clothes?"
Zhan Beijue finally showed a hint of embarrassment.
"How would I know? I was unconscious during the surgery, who knows what those doctors did in the end."
It was ridiculous, a grown man like this, and yet...
The two of them had a rather awkward time in the bathroom, and then made their way back arduously.
In just these few minutes, Zhan Beijue had broken out in a sweat twice.
Back on the bed, crystal-clear sweat dripped from his forehead down to his cheeks.
Jiang Nanfang reached out to dab the sweat from his face, watching him clench his back teeth as he lay back down in pain.
Her thoughts swirled, and she said to him,
"You don't have anything pressing to do now, right? I'm going out for a bit."
Going out again?
She had only just come in and stayed for a few minutes. She was already going out for the second time. Was she that busy?
After finally managing to get her to come, Zhan Beijue was reluctant to see her leave.
Though displeased, he said,
"As you wish. Miss Jiang is incredibly busy, I wouldn't want to delay you."
A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory.
Jiang Nanfang grabbed her bag and turned to leave the ward without a second glance.
As she reached the door, just as she was about to close it, Zhan Beijue suddenly poked his head out and called out to her again.
"How long will you be out?"
Judging by his tone, he still expected her to come back.
Jiang Nanfang raised an eyebrow. "What? Am I supposed to stay here and look after you tonight?"
"Of course. You let my special assistant go, and I have no one to take care of me. If you don't stay, who will?"
Hah, her good intentions were being used as leverage against her?
"It's none of your business when I'll be back. You can just wait."
Leaving the hospital, Jiang Nanfang went to a supermarket.
She did indeed have to stay and look after him tonight, so she needed to prepare some toiletries for herself.
Furthermore, Zhan Beijue seemed not to have washed his face in two days.
Not only was his mouth dry, but his face also needed hydration.
She intended to buy a face cream for them to use tomorrow.
After showering tonight, she would also need to buy herself a set of disposable underwear.
And as for Zhan Beijue, what was the deal with him being bare every day?
She would have to buy him underwear too.
But she wasn't sure if this dog would mind.
What if he refused disposable ones...
Never mind, to avoid unnecessary hassle, she'd buy him a fabric set too.
She browsed the supermarket for a while. Including the travel time, it took nearly an hour.
When she returned, Zhan Beijue was lying on the bed, staring blankly, waiting for her like a child who had never seen the world.
"Why did it take so long? What did you buy?"
"It's none of your business what I bought, it's not your money."
Jiang Nanfang moved around the room, placing the items in their proper places.
Finally, she tied her hair back with a hair tie and went into the bathroom to get a hot towel.
"Haven't you washed your face these past two days? Your face is so oily, it's disgusting. Don't move, I'll wipe your face for you."
Saying that, she draped the towel over Zhan Beijue's head and pressed down with her hands, rubbing vigorously.
Zhan Beijue's face was steaming, and his features looked much more comfortable.
Jiang Nanfang patted his cheek with satisfaction.
"Now you look more like a human."
Then, she took a dollop of the newly bought face cream and dotted it on his features, rubbing it in for him.
"Did you sweat just now? Are you uncomfortable? Should I wipe you down?"
He was indeed uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.
For the past two days, he had been in agony, breaking out in countless bouts of weak sweat. Zhan Beijue was practically driven mad by the discomfort.
"Yes."
"You certainly don't hesitate to ask me."
Jiang Nanfang pouted, "You haven't had a shower these past few days, have you?"
"Did Ah Zhong just sit here every day and do nothing?"
I already told you, aside from you and myself, no one can touch my body...
Zhan Beijue almost blurted out the words.
But after thinking about it, he felt it implied too much of a desire to appease her and held back.
"Did you buy me any clothes? I need to change, I'm practically stinking."
"At least you have some self-awareness."
Jiang Nanfang took out a small pink plastic basin from her bag and threw the towel into it.
"Not only did I buy you clothes, I also bought you disposable underwear. Do you want to wear them?"
Disposable underwear?
Was technology so advanced now? Zhan Beijue had never heard of such a thing in his life.
Seeing her confused look, as if she had never seen the world.
Jiang Nanfang took out the items from her bag and tossed them in front of him.
"An essential item for business trips and travel, haven't you seen it?"
Zhan Beijue picked up the packaging and took a look, but he simply couldn't accept such a thing.