[161] Sister, I like you—I truly, deeply like you!

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Bai Yan was rushed to the hospital in an emergency. Wen Shuang waited anxiously outside the operating room, restless and uneasy. She should have been the one lying inside now, but it was Bai Yan instead! Guilt and anxiety weighed heavily on her heart. Ji Shen accompanied her as they waited outside. That guy was definitely a bit of a flirt, but when it mattered most, he was reliable and had made sure Wen Shuang wasn’t hurt.

“Officer Ji, you should go back first. I’ll stay here!” Wen Shuang declined the bread Ji Shen offered. She shook her head, saying she had no appetite and didn’t want to eat.

Ji Shen was insistent: “Your stomach’s always been weak, and you’ve lost so much weight. If you keep going hungry, how will you manage? Eat quickly; only by eating well can you have the strength to stay by his side! Otherwise, Bai Yan wakes up and you collapse instead.”

Wen Shuang thought it made sense and didn’t refuse anymore. She thanked him.

Looking at her disheveled appearance, Ji Shen said seriously, “Wen Shuang, don’t feel guilty. The one at fault isn’t you—it’s that damn thug. Don’t burden yourself with this.”

He feared that if Wen Shuang softened from guilt, no matter what Bai Yan said when he woke up, she would agree to everything!

“I know I’m not the one at fault...” Wen Shuang lowered her eyes and bit into the bread. “But Bai Yan got hurt because of me. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have been injured!”

“Let me ask you—if time could rewind, when those thugs harassed you and Tang Yan a few days ago, would you have just let it happen without fighting back?”

“Of course not!”

“Exactly. Everything happens for a reason.”

Ji Shen’s gaze grew more serious. “Cause and effect can’t be changed. You don’t need to blame yourself so much. It’s true Bai Yan got hurt protecting you, but you never intended that. If the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t let him take the hit either. This was his choice—there’s no need to keep forcing it onto yourself!”

Hearing Ji Shen’s words, Wen Shuang seemed to feel a little relief. This man wasn’t as irritating as before!

Six hours later.

The doctor finally came out.

“Who is the patient’s family?”

News of Bai Yan’s injury hadn’t spread yet, so no family had arrived. Wen Shuang stepped forward to identify herself.

But Ji Shen spoke first, “I’m the patient’s brother. What’s the situation?”

Wen Shuang was speechless.

Brother? No way.

Ji Shen just didn’t want the doctors and nurses to mistakenly think Wen Shuang was Bai Yan’s girlfriend.

The doctor said, “The patient’s condition is now stable. He suffered a stab wound to the lower left abdomen, with significant blood loss. Fortunately, the blade missed any vital organs. If it had been just two millimeters deeper, it could have punctured the kidney. This is a narrow escape, really a stroke of luck in misfortune.”

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Wen Shuang finally exhaled in relief.

Soon after, Bai Yan was wheeled out, eyes closed tightly, still connected to a transparent respirator. His face was pale.

He was immediately moved into the intensive care unit!

Wen Shuang wanted to follow, but the doctor stopped her, saying that since his condition wasn’t fully stable in the first couple of days, it wasn’t advisable to enter.

Ji Shen stood behind her, his voice low and steady. “He’ll get better. Don’t worry too much.”

Ji Shen offered to take Wen Shuang home.

She refused, unwilling to leave until Bai Yan was out of danger.

Ji Shen looked at her stubbornness, wondering silently: if he were the one lying in that bed now, would Wen Shuang be just as obstinate?

A twinge of bitterness welled up inside him.

But Wen Shuang’s gaze was fixed on the hospital room, not on him.

She had truly changed.

...

More friends learned about Bai Yan’s coma and rushed over immediately.

They were anxious at first, but after hearing from the doctors that rest would suffice and there was no serious danger, they relaxed.

“Sister Shuang, don’t be so stressed. He’s tough—won’t die on us!”

“Yeah, this time he’s a hero saving the damsel in distress. It’s hilarious enough to wake you up from a dream!”

“Relax, relax!”

They turned around to comfort Wen Shuang, telling her not to overthink.

Someone even took out their phone, zoomed in, and snapped a photo of Bai Yan in the oxygen mask, unconscious. They joked it was Bai Yan’s “black history,” saying if he wanted it back later, he’d have to pay a high price.

True friends were true friends.

“Oh, by the way, I don’t know Bai Yan’s family well. Please help notify them about his condition. And when you do, please convey my sincere apologies. I will cover all his medical expenses. When Bai Yan recovers, I will personally apologize to them!”

Wen Shuang said sincerely.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Bai Yan had strict family discipline since childhood, with an even stricter mother...

Noticing their awkward expressions, Wen Shuang asked, “Is there a problem?”

He Chi shook his head. “No, don’t think too much!”

Two days later, Bai Yan regained consciousness.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a crowd gathered by his bedside.

Because his condition was stable, he had been moved back to a regular ward. The doctor said with proper rest, he would fully recover.

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Bai Yan was young and healthy, so his recovery would be faster.

“Sister Shuang! Are you okay?”

Upon waking, Bai Yan’s first question was about Wen Shuang.

She quickly shook her head. “I’m fine. It’s you who got hurt saving me!”

“This little injury is nothing. As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters!” Bai Yan had just said this when his rowdy friends chimed in with playful “tsk tsk” sounds.

“Bai Yan, Bai Yan, you treat Wen Shuang so well. But where have I ever seen you go all out like this for your friends?” He Chi crossed his arms, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

Bai Yan replied, “You’re just passing acquaintances. Sister Shuang is the one I like! If it had been you last time, I guarantee I’d have run for my life.”

“You little rascal!”

With Bai Yan truly okay, his friends relaxed too.

Tang Yan said, “Bai Yan, Sister Shuang has been exhausted worrying about you these past few days, barely sleeping. Now that you’re awake, you can’t let her worry anymore!”

Bai Yan looked deeply at Wen Shuang. “Sister Shuang, thank you for everything. But you’re young and healthy—really, it’s nothing!”

Wen Shuang said, “Now you just focus on recovering. I’ll take care of you.”

Bai Yan’s eyes lit up. This was promising!

That stab wound was worth it.

True to her word, after Bai Yan woke, Wen Shuang took care of his every meal and need.

She even took leave from the dance troupe’s rehearsals, planning to return only after Bai Yan could walk again in about half a month.

She went all out, making various delicious and nourishing dishes daily.

Today it was braised pig’s trotters; tomorrow, pigeon soup—always very nourishing.

Bai Yan ate greedily, mouth watering. “Sister Shuang, you don’t have to cook every day. Just order takeout. Otherwise, you’re running around so much—it’s hard on you!”

Wen Shuang smiled softly. “It’s nothing. Compared to lying in that hospital bed, I’m already much happier.”

Every dish Wen Shuang made was truly delicious.

Bai Yan said while eating, “Sister Shuang, your cooking is amazing. Whoever marries you will be the happiest man in the world.”

Wen Shuang smiled.

She recalled what Bai Yan had wanted to say before he lost consciousness, and asked again.

Bai Yan paused, then laughed. “It’s nothing much. At that moment, after getting stabbed, I suddenly thought I might not make it. I just wanted to tell you to take good care of yourself, don’t stay up so late, and don’t be so sad all alone. Take care, okay?”

Wen Shuang’s eyes widened.

Bai Yan smiled again. “Actually, Sister Shuang, you’re wonderful. I like you not just because you’re beautiful, but because of your resilience.”