Chapter 88: How's your waist? Will you still be able to perform later?

The doctor, seeing this, walked out of the ward, and Zhou Yinhe then pulled Wen Ling to his face, joking, "Don't worry, it won't interfere with your future happiness."

Wen Ling broke into a smile through tears, glared at him, and said, "You'd better not."

Zhou Yinhe, holding his waist, tried to turn over, but his waist, just recovered, still hurt; Wen Ling stepped forward, pressed him down, and warned him not to move.

"Fine." Zhou Yinhe resigned, continued lying prone.

Wen Ling sat on the edge of the sickbed, looking at him, and said, "I don't know if the dean just called Qi Zhan and told him you hurt your waist."

"???" Zhou Yinhe looked bewildered.

"He called you several times, I answered; he said he was on his way over."

"???" Zhou Yinhe widened his eyes, anxious: "Damn, help me up quickly, let's go home, fast, or else when he arrives he'll surely mock me."

"Too late, he's already here." Qi Zhan pushed open the ward door, just hearing Zhou Yinhe's words, smiling, he said, "Xiao Wu, how's your waist? Will you still be able to function later?"

He nodded at Wen Ling, she returned a faint smile, got up, and said, "You sit first, I'll go buy breakfast."

Qi Zhan acknowledged with an "okay," then sat down rudely on the edge of the sickbed.

After Wen Ling left, Zhou Yinhe gritted his teeth and snapped, "Why did the dean call you?!"

Qi Zhan raised an eyebrow: "Last time my mom had surgery, the dean kept my number; I guess he was worried something might happen to you and he'd have trouble explaining to the Zhou family, so he gave me a heads-up."

"Damn, meddling." Zhou Yinhe turned his face away, refusing to look at him.

Qi Zhan, suppressing a laugh, asked: "At this hour, being in the hospital because of your waist, I can't help but wonder."

"I fell, dammit!" Zhou Yinhe didn't turn back, only shouted angrily.

"Oh—" Qi Zhan slowly nodded, didn't argue with him, lowered his eyes, pulled out his phone, secretly took a photo of him and posted it in the group; at this time those playboy young masters were still asleep, so they couldn't possibly reply; Qi Zhan wasn't in a rush, just waiting to see their reaction after they woke up.

After a while, Zhou Yinhe was still irritable and asked: "Why are you answering calls at this hour instead of sleeping?"

Qi Zhan kept typing, casually saying: "Just got home."

He glanced up, assessed Zhou Yinhe's waist, and teased: "It's just a dislocation; why are you hospitalized? Could it actually be serious and you're hiding it from me?"

"Can't my waist hurt a little? Could you get lost and call my wife back?" Zhou Yinhe clenched his fists; if it weren't inconvenient, he'd really get up and punch Qi Zhan.

Qi Zhan mercilessly mocked him: "What 'my wife'? She's only your wife if she agreed to marry you; don't be shameless."

"Get lost!" Zhou Yinhe, angry, tried to sit up, preparing to endure the pain and punch Qi Zhan; seeing this, Qi Zhan quickly moved away, still suppressing laughter, and said: "Alright, alright, I'm leaving first; I'll come see you after you get home."

He left the ward, turned his head, and saw Wen Ling sitting on the bench.

Wen Ling's face turned pale, she clenched her lips tightly; guilt and unease kept pounding at her chest, making her breathing uneven.

Qi Zhan pressed his lips, sat beside her, and said lightly: "It's not a big deal; why make such a fuss?"

Wen Ling glanced at him sideways, then silently withdrew, saying nothing.

"He himself doesn't feel anything wrong; at most he feels a bit embarrassed, but honestly, we've grown up together—everyone has awkward moments; you don't need to feel guilty, your guilt only makes him suffer."

Qi Zhan understood Zhou Yinhe—he's a pure love-brain, caring more about Wen Ling than about himself.

Wen Ling whispered: "Thank you."

"What for? If you ever treat him badly, I'll still scold you." Qi Zhan rose lazily, without saying goodbye, turned and headed for the elevator.

He reached the first-floor lobby; outside, the sky had brightened considerably; his phone buzzed a few times, and he glanced down.

In the group, only Zhao Ningyan was up early, because his position didn't allow him to linger in bed.

【What's the situation? @Qi Zhan】

Qi Zhan curled his lip and replied: 【Waist dislocated.】

【Really capable, Xiao Wu.】

Zhao Ningyan also sent a thumbs-up emoji, returned from the washroom to the room, and shook the still-sleeping Zhou Zhaoning.

Zhou Zhaoning frowned, raised her arm to hit him; Zhao Ningyan grabbed her hand and said softly: "I have something important to tell you."

Zhou Zhaoning reluctantly opened her eyes, looking at him with murderous intent in her gaze: "You'd better be, or else today you'll leave lying down."

"Look at this, see if it's a big deal." Zhao Ningyan handed his phone to Zhou Zhaoning, who looked at it using his phone; her sleepiness vanished instantly.

She shot up, snatched the phone, glanced at it, and exclaimed in shock: "Xiao Wu's waist dislocated and he's in the hospital? At this time?"

"Yes, this time." Zhao Ningyan pressed her lips, suppressing a laugh, and repeated the point.

"They're not innocent kids; at this hour, living together with the woman they love, a dislocated waist landing them in the hospital—what could it be because of?"

Zhou Zhaoning stared at the photo in the phone and murmured: "Is he really that fragile?"

Zhao Ningyan almost burst out laughing, took back his phone, sent the photo to her, kissed her forehead, and urged: "He'll definitely be heading home soon, probably to Wen Ling's place; if you go see him, remember to call Wen Ling for the address—I'm off to work now."

Zhou Zhaoning was still dazed, just nodded.

After Zhao Ningyan left, she picked up her own phone, glanced at the photo inside, was about to forward it to the family group, hesitated for a long time, then decided against it.

Letting her mother know would drive her crazy.

She got up and called Wen Ling.

Wen Ling was feeding Zhou Yinhe porridge; his waist wasn't hurting much anymore, but he deliberately acted coy to have her feed him.

The phone rang; Wen Ling shoved the porridge bowl into Zhou Yinhe's hand, got up, and went outside the ward to answer.

"Zhaoning Sis."

Zhou Zhaoning spoke gently: "Ah Ling, I heard from Zhao Ningyan that Xiao Wu is in the hospital; is he okay?"

"No big problem, just a dislocation, already set right." Wen Ling lowered her eyes to the slippers she'd hastily put on, bit her lip, and said: "Zhaoning Sis, this is my fault—I kicked him, which made him fall and hurt his waist."

Zhou Zhaoning chuckled lightly: "It's not your fault, don't dwell on it; when Xiao Wu leaves the hospital, are you sending him back to Chen Yue Fu or to your place?"

"My place, I'll take care of him."

"Fine, then send me your address; let me know when he's discharged, and I'll go check on him."

Zhou Zhaoning knew there are no impermeable walls; if she went to see him and the family found out, she could still help explain things.

Wen Ling replied okay, after hanging up she sent Zhou Zhaoning her location; their friends were still the ones they'd met last time at the Cloud Club, only they hadn't expected their first chat to be about this.

Wen Ling rubbed her cheeks and sighed.