Chapter 99: Chapter 99 - 99 Lesson 099 teaches you

Chapter 99: Lesson 099 teaches you Chapter 99: Lesson 099 teaches you Xia Ning rushed over to Fu Han as soon as she arrived, her palm raised high and swung directly at Fu Han, “It’s all because of you, this jinx, Brother He Xing never has any good luck whenever he encounters you.”

Fu Han’s face turned cold, and she lifted her arm to block Xia Ning’s slap while her other hand struck at Xia Ning’s waist.

“Ouch!” Xia Ning screamed as she fell to the ground, caught off guard.

She scrambled up, shouting “You dare to hit me” while flailing her fists, once again swinging them towards Fu Han.

Fu Han was extremely worried about He Xing and had run out of patience. She sneered, ready to take action. In the past, she had tolerated this spoiled young lady for the sake of He Xing, but now she would not let herself be bullied.

Her foot was already raised, ready to give Xia Ning a kick.

But before Xia Ning could rush up, she was grabbed by Liang Tao, “Miss Xia, please calm down. Don’t cause a scene in the hospital.”

“Let go of me,” Xia Ning demanded, backhanding Liang Tao across the face, “You don’t even consider your status, daring to lay hands on me. Let go, I have to properly teach that slut Fu Han a lesson.”

After a few exchanges, Liang Tao’s face was swollen and bruised from Xia Ning’s hits.

Fu Han clenched her fists tight, restraining herself but couldn’t hold back any longer. In two or three steps, she went forward and grabbed Xia Ning to beat her, “Xia Ning, how can you criticize others without looking at what you are yourself? No one is nobler than anyone else; what gives you the right to hit him?”

Xia Ning, unable to fight back, had her face turned into a pig’s head, more exaggerated than Liang Tao’s, as if she had been to a dye shop.

“I’ll fight you with all I’ve got!” Xia Ning screamed heartbreakingly, but before she could reach Fu Han, she was pulled away by the medical staff who had come upon hearing the news.

Liang Tao, rubbing his swollen face, said to Fu Han, “Miss Fu, I’m really sorry. I… It wasn’t me who brought Miss Xia here.”

“You’d better go take care of your wounds,” Fu Han replied indifferently, her expression calm and no longer fierce as when she had beaten Xia Ning.

She knew it was not Liang Tao’s fault. With a young miss like Xia Ning, who could stop her from doing what she wanted with just an assistant?

And even if Fu Han had been beaten by Xia Ning and gotten hurt, she would only be angry then. Now, it was Xia Ning who had thrown herself in her way to be beaten like a punching bag, allowing her to vent a great deal of frustration, so of course, she was not upset.

Right after Liang Tao and Xia Ning left, the door to the Emergency Room opened, and several medical staff pushed out He Xing’s bed.

Fu Han immediately rushed over and asked, “Doctor, how is he?”

“His fever has subsided, but the exact condition can only be determined after he wakes up,” the doctor said with the professional detachment and compassion characteristic of their trade.

Fu Han’s heart ached deeply, her eyes reddened as she thanked the doctor and followed them back to He Xing’s ward.

Fu Han seldom visited hospitals, hardly even getting a cold throughout the year, but she had visited the hospital several times in just a few short months since her return, and this time for He Xing’s sake.

The term “jinx” Xia Ning had used echoed in Fu Han’s head, and she sadly thought that perhaps Xia Ning was right, she might indeed be He Xing’s jinx.

Her hands held He Xing’s, which were very cold, like blocks of ice, chilling Fu Han’s heart through his hands.

Fu Han pressed the back of his hand to her cheek, trying to warm his hand with her face.

Finally, after quite a while, his hands warmed slightly, her heart felt a little better, and she could finally take a good look at He Xing.

In just a few days, He Xing seemed to have lost some weight, his height was well over one meter eighty, but lying on the bed, he gave the impression of being swallowed up by the blankets.

The sockets of his eyes seemed deeper than before, the line of his jaw as sharp as if chiseled, his cheeks devoid of flesh, making his brow bones protrude somewhat.

But he was still handsome, his good looks inherent and impossible to ignore, an unchangeable fact, no matter what.

Yet Fu Han still felt terribly sad, thinking only of leaving him but not considering the hurt her departure caused him; if she could do it over, what would she do?

Tears slid from Fu Han’s eyes, dripping onto the back of He Xing’s hand, hot and scalding.

He Xing’s hand stirred slightly, although it was just a very slight movement, Fu Han felt it, and she excitedly stood up, her hands bracing on the bed as she looked down at He Xing.

After a few seconds, or perhaps a few minutes, He Xing’s eyelashes fluttered, then fluttered again, his nose creased slightly as if in pain.

Finally, those cold, star-like black eyes opened at last. He stared woodenly at Fu Han for two seconds, his thin lips moved slightly, “Fu Han?”

“You recognize me? You still recognize me, that’s so great!” Fu Han bent over excitedly and hugged He Xing’s shoulders, tears streaming down like they cost nothing.

He Xing’s eyes moistened too, feeling his shoulder’s clothes soaked by tears, he lifted his hand with difficulty to pat Fu Han’s back with a soothing tone like one used on a child, “Xiaohan, be good, don’t cry, I’m alright.”

Fu Han stood up, sniffing, and as she saw the smile on He Xing’s face, she felt a bit embarrassed and quickly turned her head away to wipe her tears, “I… I’m fine, I’m just too happy.”

“Xiaohan, I’m happy too, it turns out you still care about me,” He Xing grabbed Fu Han’s hand, his smile like a rainbow after the rain.

Fu Han instinctively wanted to pull her hand away, but He Xing began coughing violently, “Xiaohan, you… I have no strength at all now; if you really hate me that much, I can’t do anything but let you leave.”

Her heart softened, the hand he held lost all strength, and she let He Xing hold onto it.

The winter sun shone through the window, wrapping both of them up as if under a translucent glass dome, away from everyone else.

“Brother He Xing, are you awake?” Before she was seen, her voice was heard. Xia Ning ran towards the ward, calling out.

All the beautiful thoughts in Fu Han’s mind dissipated; her face turned as she tried to free her hand, but He Xing’s movements were faster, seizing it tightly, with none of the previous weakness, like shackles.

“You… what are you…” Xia Ning stood at the door, her face so dreadfully dyed it looked horrifying.

A blush crept over Fu Han’s cheeks, and she murmured faintly, “Let go of me.”

He Xing, as if blind to everything else, calmly looked at Xia Ning, “Do you need something?”