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In a specialized hospital of a certain country, the spacious and luxurious ward exuded an air of coldness and detachment, with walls and ceilings that were spotless. The only difference was that there was no pungent smell of disinfectant to irritate the nostrils, nor the monotonous beeping of medical equipment breaking the silence. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm and bright glow on the floor.
On a lavish hospital bed, neatly made with pristine sheets, lay a man whose complexion was slightly pale yet could not hide his striking charisma. He turned slightly to the side, raising his phone higher.
"Zhi Liao, you need to take care of yourself and get some rest. Stop staying up late."
On the video call was a tall woman, her figure reminiscent of a model. Her short hair framed her delicate features perfectly, giving her an air of confidence.
"Don't worry about me; I'm fine. But you—when we meet next time, I’ll definitely have a word with you! Why don’t you take your health seriously?"
The woman on the screen, Le Xin Yan, dressed in simple casual attire, still radiated her unique charm. Her exquisite face now showed a look of indignation, her brows furrowed in concern and reproach for Ye Qi.
"Understood, Lady Xin Yan! I promise there won't be a next time!" Ye Qi replied playfully, his smile growing wider.
Le Xin Yan opened her mouth as if to say more, but her gaze inadvertently flicked to the time beside her, causing her expression to change abruptly.
"Oh no, I'm running out of time! I have to go on a mission! I’ll call you next time. You take care; who knows when my leave will be approved? I might just surprise you one day!"
"Be safe," Ye Qi gently reminded her. However, she only heard his last words before the video call abruptly disconnected.
Ye Qi looked at the darkened screen and smiled helplessly to himself. "I miss you."
This girl, every time she has a mission, is always in such a rush that she hangs up before he can finish speaking. Ye Qi felt both amused and annoyed. He slowly put down his phone and carefully began to move his arms and body bit by bit. The injury he sustained this time was too severe; even the slight action of lifting his phone tugged at his wound, causing him to wince in pain.
Outside the luxurious hospital room, a crowd had gathered, their curiosity piqued. Each person wore a gossiping expression, their eyes fixed on the door of the room, ears perked up, afraid to miss any little sound.
"I told you, our Seventh Master is quite the romantic! Just look at him—so cold and aloof usually, but he's practically tender in front of his wife," one person whispered, a knowing smile on their face.
"Look at this couple gazing at each other so affectionately; it's nauseating!" another chimed in, pretending to be overwhelmed by sweetness, which drew a round of low laughter from those around.
"Oh my, how embarrassing!" someone teased, their tone full of playful mockery.
"Shh! Keep it down!" came the laughter in response. "The boss is a wife-loving maniac, but Seventh Master is just the same! Even with his hand hurting like crazy, he still can't bear to hang up the phone without saying a word—just afraid his wife might worry."
"Exactly! He's just like our boss!" others nodded in agreement.
"It seems our brothers need to step up their game!" someone remarked, sparking a lively discussion about their own romantic lives.
As they chatted animatedly, suddenly someone felt a chill behind them and couldn't help but shiver. "Why is it suddenly so cold?" they murmured, instinctively wrapping their arms around themselves. "Did the air conditioning get turned down?"
Another person also sensed the chill, filled with confusion. This familiar feeling was akin to the arrival of their boss. One of them appeared to be deep in thought, and their expression gradually turned tense.
Then, as if a sudden realization struck them all at once, everyone almost simultaneously turned their heads to look behind them. There stood Du Heng, quietly holding his wife's hand, just a meter away from them in the corridor.
In an instant, their eyes widened, and expressions of terror spread across their faces.
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