Suddenly, the man at the doorway spoke.
Hearing his words, Shi Ran's heart skipped a beat. A bad premonition instantly surged through her, making her whole body go numb as if struck by electricity.
What chilled Shi Ran even more was when she looked up at Tang Si. Fresh blood was streaming down his face, staining his white shirt and leaving bloody streaks. It dripped onto his suit pants, and with every step he took as he walked in, his footprints were marked with blood.
Shi Ran froze, her face pale with fear as she looked at Tang Si. She abruptly pulled out the IV drip from her hand, threw off the blanket, and scrambled out of bed. Barefoot, she lunged towards Tang Si, crying, "Tang Si, are you crazy? Are you crazy? Doctor... Doctor..."
She gathered all her strength and yelled towards the door of the ward, "Doctor, come quickly, someone here... someone is bleeding a lot..."
After saying her last words, Shi Ran's body went limp, and she fainted.
"Ran Bao'er!"
Tang Si caught Shi Ran and carefully placed her back onto the bed.
Just then, the doctor rushed in, looking at the blood all over the floor. "What's going on? Why is the pregnant woman bleeding so much?"
"It's not hers, it's mine," Tang Si calmly replied to the doctor.
The doctor instinctively turned to look at Tang Si and then noticed a deep gash across his face. The flesh was torn, and blood was gushing out, covering almost half his face. It looked particularly gruesome and terrifying.
Just as two nurses entered, the doctor immediately instructed, "You two, quickly take him to the operating room, hurry!"
The nurses, also startled by Tang Si, hurriedly took him out of the ward.
...
After an unknown period of time.
Shi Ran, lying in bed, blinked her eyes. "Si? Si?"
She called out Tang Si's name and suddenly woke up from her dream, gasping for breath.
Night had fallen, and the ward was dark with the lights off.
Seeing her distress, Tang Si hugged her tightly. "Ran Bao'er, don't be afraid. I'm here, I'm here."
"Wuwu... Si, I had a dream, I dreamed you had so much blood on your face... wuwu..." Shi Ran held Tang Si tightly, her mind filled with the image of Tang Si's bloody face from her dream. Her hands instinctively went to his face, and the moment her fingertips touched the gauze on his face, Shi Ran's body stiffened abruptly.
After two seconds of silence, she lifted her hands to cup his face, caressing it in the darkness.
No, to be precise, she was caressing the gauze on his face, her fingertips gently stroking every inch of it.
Finally, Shi Ran let go of him and leaned back against the headboard, feeling weak.
The large ward fell silent once more.
As Shi Ran's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, she could see from the faint light filtering in from the window that Tang Si's face was covered with thick bandages.
The wound was almost identical to the one on her own face.
Tang Si had chosen the most extreme method to be with her, to alleviate her concerns.
But at this moment, Shi Ran's heart became even more unsettled.
If asked whether she loved Tang Si, she did, very much.
If asked whether she was willing to marry Tang Si, she didn't want to, and she was unwilling.
Throughout history, marriage has always emphasized matching social status, otherwise, it was destined not to have a happy union.
Moreover, Shi Ran had experienced too many things in the past six months, which made her wary, even fearful and resistant, of marrying into a wealthy family.
But now, with Tang Si resorting to such extreme measures, how could she refuse?
"We..." Shi Ran struggled in pain for a long time. "Let's get married."