Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 1402: Chapter 1416: The Wound Has Split Open

Finally, Mu Xingfeng turned around, allowing the doctor to change his bandages.

An Ran stepped forward as well, wanting to see his wound. Although it seemed like his movements weren’t restricted, not seeing it made her uneasy.

As the wrapped bandage gradually came off, bright red blood seeped through the gauze. Dean Chen frowned deeply, and once the last bandage was removed, sure enough, the wound had opened up.

An Ran was a medical student, with a focus on surgery. Even without Dean Chen saying anything, she knew what was happening with Mu Xingfeng’s wound.

Her heart was filled with self-reproach and annoyance.

What was she doing? Wasn’t she here to take care of him? How could she have taken care of him so poorly that his wound reopened?

Looking at the ragged wound, her vision blurred along with it.

She had clearly heard his muffled expression of pain just now, yet heartlessly only handed him a spoon.

Was it so difficult to help him with something simple? Why was she being so stubborn and prideful, insisting on standing her ground at this moment?

An Ran watched as Dean Chen cleaned Mu Xingfeng’s wound anew, cut the thread embedded in the flesh, and stitched it up again. Her small hand tightly grasped her clothing, holding back the tears from flowing down.

Once finished, Dean Chen glanced at An Ran standing beside the hospital bed and sighed, ”Young Master Mu, the wound cannot reopen again. You know your injury, the bullet is lodged in the bone. If this continues, you’ll have trouble using this arm to handle a gun in the future.”

Dean Chen knew Mu Xingfeng’s temperament. Just yesterday, he’d wanted to eat on his own immediately after surgery. If the anesthesia hadn’t still been effective and he wasn’t lacking strength in his left hand, he probably wouldn’t have accepted help from anyone.

He was too strong-willed. Looking at this young lady beside him, she was probably sent by the Mu Family, though Young Master Mu likely didn’t want to inconvenience anyone.

He mentioned that the arm’s recovery problems could impact holding a gun specifically to make Mu Xingfeng take care of his injury properly.

Mu Xingfeng nodded, ”Thank you for your hard work, Dean Chen. I understand.”

The doctor administered IV fluids to Mu Xingfeng again.

Once the medical staff had left the room, An Ran couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, but she bowed her head so Mu Xingfeng wouldn’t see. She picked up the half-eaten bowl of porridge and refilled it with hot porridge.

Turning back around, her tears were already wiped away, though her eyes were slightly red.

Without saying a word, she walked straight to the bed and lifted a spoonful of porridge to the man’s lips.

Mu Xingfeng opened his mouth to take the spoonful of porridge, a smile in his eyes.

”You’re actually able to smile? Mu Xingfeng, do you know how reprehensible you are?”

He completely disregarded his body, and even intentionally teased her, yet after she spoke, tears fell down, heavy with nasal sound, she asked, ”Husband, am I really useless?”

She truly felt inadequate, unable to care for a patient properly, and knowing he was hurt yet still giving him attitude.

”Wife, I already said, it’s just a minor injury, not as frightening as the doctors say,” Mu Xingfeng gently comforted her, feeling unspeakably distressed seeing her tearful self-reproach, the wound reopening was merely an accident.

An Ran sniffled, pouting in dissatisfaction, ”How can it not be frightening? I have eyes, I can see! Mu Xingfeng, have you considered that if this arm really becomes disabled, how will you hold a gun? How will you hold me? When we have children, how will you hold our child? Even if not for yourself, for me, for our child, you have to listen to the doctor and spend these days obediently lying in bed. Whatever you need, I’ll help you—I am your right hand.”