The hospital was bustling with people, the air filled with a cacophony of voices.
Ling Yucheng’s brow furrowed, a wave of annoyance washing over him.
He pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed a number.
Throughout this time, he had kept a firm grip on Xia Wantang’s hand.
Xia Wantang stood obediently beside him, feeling a sense of unease under the constant stream of gazes.
Perhaps it was because Ling Yucheng was so handsome and exuded such an imposing aura, drawing considerable attention.
Moreover, hospitals were the places she loathed the most. The moment she entered one, she felt dizzy, her mind a muddled mess, unable to distinguish north from south.
So at this moment, she could only stand there blankly, unsure of what to do.
Ling Yucheng waited for the call to connect, and soon a respectful voice answered.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Ling. I am the director of Huale Hospital.”
Huale Hospital was a private institution. Tengkong Group, which Ling Yucheng helmed, had previously donated a batch of medical equipment.
Furthermore, several of the pharmaceutical companies under Ling Yucheng’s control were suppliers to Huale Hospital, establishing a collaborative relationship.
Ling Yucheng stated directly, “I am currently at Huale Hospital. Please arrange for a doctor to treat my injured…”
He paused, glancing at Xia Wantang, and said, “treat my friend’s wounds.”
Although he was adept at business, capable of developing a group into an unshakeable commercial empire,
he was completely clueless when it came to hospitals.
For instance, at this moment, he didn’t even know which department to register for. Usually, he delegated such trivial matters to his subordinates; he had never dealt with them personally.
The person on the other end immediately agreed, asking them to wait where they were and assuring them that he would arrive shortly.
Ling Yucheng stood there expressionlessly, oblivious to the gazes converging on him.
During this time, many people discreetly took out their phones to take pictures, murmuring amongst themselves with an air of gossip.
Yet, their eyes held a mixture of admiration, envy, and jealousy.
Xia Wantang awkwardly tugged at the hand he was holding and said, “You, let go of my hand.”
Ling Yucheng didn’t release it. Instead, he said, “You’re injured, and there are many people here.”
“I’m fine. It’s just a superficial wound. No need to go to such lengths.”
Ling Yucheng said earnestly, “No, it could get infected.”
Xia Wantang was rendered speechless. Although she felt he was making a mountain out of a molehill,
she was experiencing the feeling of being cared for for the first time.
At the Xia family, no one had ever treated her this well.
From minor scrapes and bumps to fevers, few people paid her any mind.
She had always endured them herself, and only when she absolutely couldn’t, would she ask them to buy some medicine.
Even though she was often reprimanded, she accepted it with gratitude and never held a grudge.
Despite his unpleasant nature and the ignominy of taking advantage of her, at this moment, Xia Wantang felt he was a good person.
In fact, if she thought about it from another perspective, even if he had simply left yesterday, she wouldn’t have known that the person she slept with last night wasn’t Du Jiasheng.
Although hotel surveillance footage could reveal who it was.
But Ling Yucheng had appeared, and had openly admitted what he had done.
Therefore, Xia Wantang hadn’t truly hated him until now, though she still felt a bit resentful, as one’s first time was significant for any girl.
Soon, Director Su Qingbei arrived. He immediately spotted Ling Yucheng standing out in the crowd.
He approached and said with great enthusiasm and respect, “Mr. Ling, why didn’t you call earlier? I could have made arrangements in advance.”
Ling Yucheng was in no mood for pleasantries. He said directly, “Please have the director treat her wounds first.”
Su Qingbei then noticed Xia Wantang behind Ling Yucheng.
Xia Wantang barely reached Ling Yucheng’s shoulder and was quite slender, so she was completely obscured.
Seeing the gash on her forehead and the dried bloodstains on her face, Su Qingbei understood the situation.
Although it looked alarming, it was merely a superficial wound, not of grave concern.
Next, he was curious about their relationship, especially seeing Ling Yucheng tightly grasping Xia Wantang’s wrist.
The gossip in his eyes was practically burning.
Who was Ling Yucheng?
The helmsman of a commercial empire, the sole heir of Kyoto’s most prominent family.
He was a true son of heaven, a magnate, the dream lover of countless women in Kyoto.
In addition to his notoriety for his ruthless business tactics, his divinely sculpted handsome face captivated many, rivaling the most famous top-tier celebrities in the entertainment industry.
Accompanying these accolades were rumors of his impeccable character and his disinterest in women.
From the time he took over Tengkong Group at the age of twenty until now, he had never been involved in any scandal.
Suppressing the myriad thoughts in his mind, Su Qingbei displayed nothing on his face. He smiled and said, “Everything is arranged. Please follow me.”
Su Qingbei led Ling Yucheng and Xia Wantang to a private examination room.
A doctor was already waiting inside.
The doctor’s technique was skilled. He first cleaned Xia Wantang’s wound and then disinfected it, his movements exceedingly gentle.
However, even so, Xia Wantang winced with pain.
She bit her lip, gritted her teeth, and remained silent.
The doctor looked at the sizable gash and said helplessly, “It needs to be sutured, about two stitches. Otherwise, it will definitely leave a significant scar.”
Upon hearing this, Xia Wantang immediately tensed, clutching her clothes tightly, and whispered, “Can we avoid stitching?”
Although it was only two stitches, it would undoubtedly be very painful, as such a minor wound would not be anesthetized.
The doctor shook his head and said, “My recommendation is to stitch it. Otherwise, not only will it leave a scar, but recovery will also be slow, and the risk of infection will be greater.”
Looking at Xia Wantang’s beautiful face, the doctor’s expression was filled with regret.
If such a large scar were left on her forehead, it would be disfigurement.
“Can we use anesthetic then?”
Xia Wantang was a little scared. The thought of two stitches made her want to back out.
However, she hadn’t expected this wound to require stitches. It hadn't bled much, so she had thought it was just a minor injury.
The doctor soothed, “This kind of wound doesn’t require anesthetic. Don’t be afraid; it will be over quickly.”
Xia Wantang bit her lower lip, attempting to overcome her fear.
“Alright, please proceed, Doctor.”
“You’re welcome.” The doctor nodded and turned to prepare.
Xia Wantang put on a grimace, terrified at the thought of being stitched without anesthetic.
How painful would that be!
The needle would pierce her flesh and be used to sew it up, much like sewing clothes.
“Don’t be afraid; it will be over soon.”
As she felt uneasy and afraid, a large hand rested on her shoulder.
Xia Wantang looked up and met a pair of cold eyes.
Those eyes were deep and unfathomable, their amber irises possessing a magical quality that gradually soothed her anxious heart.
Ling Yucheng, scrutinized by such clear and transparent eyes, felt a strange sensation surge within him.
He couldn't help but recall the events of the previous night, his body stiffening momentarily. He quickly averted his gaze.