Since graduating from nursing school, Song Xingjun had been working as a nurse at this hospital. Due to her gentle personality and sweet appearance, she was transferred from the general ward to the VIP ward within less than a year. Although working in the VIP ward was relatively easier, she often had to deal with lecherous looks and the wandering hands of those sanctimonious-looking people, but the income was much higher than that of the general ward. With a modest family background, Song Xingjun was still quite satisfied with this job.
Song Xingjun also had a good impression of this patient, who was about the same age as herself. Although this young patient had the possibility of going blind, the optimistic and cheerful personality that Zhuang Rui had shown over the past few days had infected everyone around him, and his attitude towards doctors and nurses was especially polite. Unlike other patients who refused to take medicine or threw tantrums, such things never happened with him, which made Song Xingjun's work much easier and her mood very pleasant.
At that moment, Song Xingjun completely abandoned her previous good impression of Zhuang Rui, because a moment ago, she suddenly felt a warmth on her chest, and based on sensation, it felt like a pair of hands were groping her. At that moment, the only one who could do this was Zhuang Rui standing right in front of her. Moreover, her own body blocked the view of others, so there was no way a second person could see what Zhuang Rui was doing—even her own line of sight was blocked by Zhuang Rui's head. The stitches on the back of Zhuang Rui's head were almost all removed. Although Song Xingjun wanted to give this young man a hard slap, her strong professional ethics still made her hold back from making a sound.
But Song Xingjun soon couldn't stand it anymore, because the harassment didn't stop because of her backing off—it actually became even more intense, like countless ants simultaneously biting inside her skin. If it weren't for wearing a mask, everyone would have seen that Song Xingjun was already flushed red all over her face.
Stepping back slightly, Song Xingjun looked down at Zhuang Rui's hands. To her surprise, Zhuang Rui's hands were naturally hanging by the sides of his own body, without any movement. If it weren't for the ongoing sensation on her chest, Song Xingjun would have definitely thought Zhuang Rui was the culprit.
Finally, the doctor finished the suture removal. Taking the tools handed by the doctor with slightly trembling hands, a blushing Song Xingjun quickly retreated from the ward. She didn't know what had happened—she only knew that if she stayed any longer, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't let out pleasurable moans.
“Did that lump found a while ago mutate？”
After returning to the nurses' duty room, the pleasure on her chest slowly faded, but Song Xingjun was still very worried. She hurried to the changing room, and when she pressed her hands on her chest, she was astonished to find that the lump that had grown there a while ago was completely gone—vanished without a trace.
……
Just as Song Xingjun exited the ward, Zhuang Rui finally regained consciousness, because when Song Xingjun stepped back, Zhuang Rui noticed that the throat-drying scene had vanished.
At the same time, the cool energy that had flowed out with Zhuang Rui's gaze moments ago returned to his eyes, but this energy seemed much weaker, causing a slight stinging sensation in Zhuang Rui's eyes, like when someone punches you in the nose and your tear ducts get jolted—tears streamed down uncontrollably, and his vision instantly blurred, so he didn't notice Song Xingjun had already left the ward.
"An illusion? But why was it so real? Clearer than those JAVs on Bro's computer—yeah, way bigger than those…"
Zhuang Rui blinked hard and reached up to rub his eyes, wanting to see who was in the ward and match them up to the scene from before.
"Xiao Zhuang, don't move. Your eyes haven't seen sunlight for a long time; tears are normal. Don't rub your eyes now—use a sterilized cotton ball to wipe them. Huh, where's Xiao Song? Hang on, I'll get the gauze."
Zhuang Rui's raised hand was stopped by his attending physician, but after a few blinks, the stinging in his eyes slowly faded, and his vision gradually cleared. Seeing his mother's tear-streaked face and Uncle De's worried expression, Zhuang Rui's mind finally snapped back from that lascivious scene—though he felt the cool energy in his eyes had diminished significantly, with only a thin layer clinging around his eye sockets.
"Xiao Rui, how do you feel？ Can you see？ Does it still hurt？"
Zhuang Rui's mother kept staring at his eyes; the earlier sight of him crying uncontrollably had scared her half to death.
“It’s okay, Mom, my eyes don’t hurt, and I can see clearly. Just now I might have been irritated by the light. Don’t worry. Uncle De, Manager Wang, thank you both. I’ve troubled you a lot during this time.”
Zhuang Rui said to Uncle De, who was standing nearby, and Manager Wang from the investment company. During his hospital stay, the reason the hospital had been so accommodating was all thanks to Uncle De and Manager Wang’s repeated communication with the hospital. Otherwise, how could he have gotten a VIP ward? Even Zhuang Rui’s mother couldn’t stay to accompany him — according to hospital policy, family members were not allowed to stay overnight in the ward, and applying for a companion pass required paying a hefty fee, even for immediate family.
“Xiao Zhuang, don’t say that. You dared to fight against evil forces and upheld your professional ethics — these are things we should all learn from. What we did was just to help our hero recover sooner, nothing much. Seeing that you’re okay puts my mind at ease. I’ll go back now and report to the leadership. Once your injuries have fully healed, we’ll have to ask you to give a heroic deeds report.”
Manager Wang said a few more words of comfort to Zhuang Rui before leaving. By then, the doctor had also returned and asked in detail about Zhuang Rui’s eye condition. Zhuang Rui only said that when he first opened his eyes, he felt a slight stinging sensation, but it was fine afterward. As for that intoxicating scene, he naturally omitted it. This wasn’t the time to dwell on it — Zhuang Rui planned to study later whether it was just an illusion or if he had really seen something.
“Xiao Zhuang, it’s almost New Year’s now. The company has decided to give you two months of paid leave so you can go home for the holiday. Resting at home is always better than in Zhonghai. After the New Year, you can rest another month before coming back to work. The company’s finances will be temporarily managed by the head office — don’t worry about it. Our dear old sister-in-law has really been through a lot worrying about you lately. When you go back, you’d better be filial to her properly.”
Uncle De informed Zhuang Rui of the company's decision. The Spring Festival was coming soon, and on top of that, Zhuang Rui's eye and back-of-head injuries needed rest and quiet care. If he stayed in Zhonghai City, he'd have to hire a nurse, so they simply gave him two months off, telling him to come back only after he had fully recovered.
"Hey, baby bro, I'm here, that pretty nur—"
A head poked through the front door of the ward, but the words were cut off mid-sentence. This was Zhuang Rui's college buddy, also his dorm room's Big Bro. During the time Zhuang Rui was injured, he came by every single day, though whether his intentions were focused on Zhuang Rui or that pretty nurse was anyone's guess. Anyway, based on Zhuang Rui's understanding of him, Big Bro usually wasn't this humane.