No matter if Shen Qingqing was willing or not, she was taken to the hospital.
A radiograph examination was conducted.
In the doctor's office, Jiang Zhixun sat upright next to Shen Qingqing.
After the doctor looked at the X-rays, he proactively inquired, "Her arm is in severe pain, is there any bone damage?"
Although Shen Qingqing neither cried out nor complained.
But from the rigidity of her right hand, Jiang Zhixun could see that the problem was indeed serious.
"No bone damage."
The doctor first reassured them.
Then he added, "But Miss Shen has severe ligament strain, she needs to take medicine on time and rest well during this period."
Jiang Zhixun's eyes flashed with contemplation, how did a strain occur out of nowhere?
He knew clearly how much force he had used, it shouldn't have hurt Shen Qingqing.
Could it be that she faced trouble on the way here?
He wanted to clarify it, but the occasion was inappropriate, so he had to temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart.
The examination result was almost like Shen Qingqing's own judgment; the issue wasn't too serious, it would heal with care.
After thanking the doctor, she left the office first, without looking at the man beside her.
Jiang Zhixun frowned, following her behind.
He saw her taking the papers to pay the fees and collect the medicine.
With long strides, he caught up to Shen Qingqing and took the papers from her hand.
"I'll do it."
Shen Qingqing didn't want to argue over such trivial matters, she glanced at Jiang Zhixun indifferently and sat on the long bench beside the corridor.
Her right hand rested on her leg, while her left hand absent-mindedly played with the coat's button.
Lowering her head, lost in thought.
When coming to the hospital, she had been resisting non-stop, but now suddenly she became listless, which surprised Jiang Zhixun.
He took a closer look at Shen Qingqing only to realize that her complexion was also a bit abnormal.
Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy.
Tightly clutching the papers, confusion appeared in Jiang Zhixun's eyes.
Eventually, he crouched before Shen Qingqing to feel her forehead's temperature.
Shen Qingqing, distracted, failed to dodge in time.
It wasn't until her forehead was touched by a pair of warm, dry hands that she realized what Jiang Zhixun had done.
If it were in the past, Shen Qingqing would be overjoyed with Jiang Zhixun treating her this way.
But now she felt suffocated.
Precisely because Jiang Zhixun had been too good to her in the past, she harbored thoughts she shouldn't have.
For three years, she dared not go to the Northwest to find Jiang Zhixun to live well with him.
Nor did she dare to bring up divorce and walk away carefree.
Fearing that their relationship would genuinely collapse, leaving no path for reconciliation.
Shen Qingqing leaned away, evading the hand on her forehead.
Tears inexplicably flowed out from her eyes.
"Can you stop bothering me?"
Her voice was still somewhat hoarse, making this repulsing sentence lose its strength.
Earlier in the canteen, Jiang Zhixun didn't think much, assuming that they hadn't seen each other for three years and considering the cold weather, her voice had changed.
His sharp gaze fell on the wet trace of tears.
Her eyes were red, nose tip too.
She looked pitiful and delicate.
Jiang Zhixun told himself that she was sick, wounded, it was normal to be irritable.
Don't mind her.
"Is there anywhere else uncomfortable?"
Shen Qingqing felt like a clown, she vented her emotions, but Jiang Zhixun remained indifferent.
Though asking concerned questions, his gaze was utterly calm.
To Jiang Zhixun, she was no different from a passerby.
She couldn't affect his emotions at all!
After waiting for three seconds, Shen Qingqing didn't speak.
"Not saying anything, huh?"
Jiang Zhixun ran out of patience, "I'll have the doctor check you again then."
This time, without pulling Shen Qingqing along, Jiang Zhixun directly carried her horizontally.
Re-registered, he carried Shen Qingqing to the corresponding department.
Shen Qingqing had a fever, after sleeping at the hostel she got better, but not fully recovered.
After going out and about, she began to fever again.
The fever was quite serious, so she was kept in the hospital for an IV drip.
Jiang Zhixun ran around paying fees, collecting medicine.
In the end, he even bought her two steamed buns, just because she hadn't finished her meal in the canteen…
The nicer Jiang Zhixun was to her, the more suffocated Shen Qingqing felt.
Especially those in the ward, who looked at her with envious eyes, making her feel ungrateful.
Jiang Zhixun had already given her everything.
Marriage.
Money.
He had given all he could, except he hadn't returned home.
If she still asked for a divorce, wouldn't that be ungrateful?
Seeing her tears flow again without warning, Jiang Zhixun frowned.
"Is anything painful?"
Compared to the initial cold demeanor, he was now considered gentle.
Shen Qingqing shook her head.
Coming to the Northwest to see Jiang Zhixun made her increasingly unlike herself.
Her tendency to cry, not only would annoy Jiang Zhixun, even she herself felt vexed.
She closed her eyes to feign sleep, but still, wet liquid continuously flowed from the corners of her eyes.
Jiang Zhixun didn't know what was wrong with her.
Pressing his lips, he stood beside the hospital bed, quietly staring at Shen Qingqing.
The lady on the adjacent bed couldn't bear it, she spoke up to remind him, "Your wife probably feels unwell, you should comfort her."
The word 'wife' made Jiang Zhixun feel uneasy.
He was married to Shen Qingqing, but they hadn't spent a single day together post-marriage.
Besides the marriage certificate, their marriage… had nothing.
The first few years after Shen Qingqing came to the Jiang Family, he did play the brother role.
But being a husband was a completely different matter.
Jiang Zhixun didn't know how to comfort Shen Qingqing.
When the lady from the adjacent bed urged him again, he rigidly said, "She'll stop crying once she feels better."
The lady, "..."
She had heard before that Captain Jiang was excellent at flying planes but was cold as ice, like a block of ice.
She thought the rumors were exaggerated, but now it seems they weren't maligned at all.
With his wife sick and crying so pitifully, he could still quietly watch.
He must be a dense blockhead?
Glancing at the meal box on the table, inside were two white, plump steamed buns.
The lady hadn't eaten a bit.
The lady thought, what's the use of buying food if he doesn't sweet-talk?
Once she's better, she likely remembers him as ungracious, not the steamed buns.
Having seen Shen Qingqing shutting her eyes, not wanting to see Jiang Zhixun, the lady became more resolute in her thoughts.
"Captain Jiang, wives need to be pampered, look at your wife, with her fair and clean face, good figure, such a beautiful lady, do you really stand watching her cry?"
Jiang Zhixun was silent for a while, his long fingers slightly curled, touching Shen Qingqing's eye corner with his knuckle.
Feeling the moist touch.
Like being electrocuted, Jiang Zhixun immediately withdrew his hand.
An inexplicable emotion surged within him, he strongly rejected such feelings.
Jiang Zhixun thought, Shen Qingqing needed to return to Beijing quickly!