“What happened to her?” Mo Han asked.

  The doctor led him inside. He did not have the chance to answer him before Mo Han heard Xia Qingyi shouting from inside.

  “Go away! Ah……! Don’t touch me! …… Scram!”


  “Miss, you’re in the hospital now. You’re alright. Please relax. We’re treating to your injuries.”


  On a hospital bed at some distance away, Mo Han saw Xia Qingyi struggling with oxygen tubes attached to her. There was a patch of blood belonging to her on the bed sheets, as well as blood that had dripped onto the floor.

  The doctor said, “Your younger sister…… she’s not really cooperating with the treatment…… her head keeps bleeding and there’s a slight fracture at her left hand. We need to stitch and bandage her wounds immediately, but she seems to have remembered something bad and keeps struggling.”


  Mo Han stared at her, frozen on the spot as he kept quiet for a long while.

  “Please help to try to make her understand and calm down.”


  Mo Han walked forward slowly. The nurses at the side automatically made way for him as he touched Xia Qingyi’s hand that had been firmly held against the bed by the nurse. He glanced at her wrist to find some blood traces caused by the friction from the rope.

  If there was someone present that knew Mo Han, they would definitely not believe that this person in front of them with such an expression was him.

  People knew him as always rational, calm, objective and sometimes heartless. Yet, the gentleness and heartache revealed in the eyes of this person in front of them touched every stranger present. There was no way they could be the same person.

  “Everything is over now. You’re in the hospital now. I’m with you too. Be good and let them treat you. Let’s go home after you’ve covered.” Mo Han’s tone was surprisingly gentle as he held down Xia Qingyi’s struggles.

  “Ah…… Go away…… No……” Xia Qingyi kept shaking her head.

  “Open your eyes and take a look. I’m your older brother. I’m the only one next to you right now.” Mo Han bent down to whisper softly by her ears to calm her down.

  Xia Qingyi might have had heard his voice as she slowly stopped moving her restless body. She opened her eyes to look at Mo Han with her pale face. Tears fell as she whimpered weakly, “I’m afraid…… Older brother……”


  A part of Mo Han’s heart hurt at the sight of her tears. There was a lump in his throat as he wiped Xia Qingyi’s tears away. His lips trembled as he spoke, “Don’t be afraid…… Don’t be afraid…… You’ll be alright soon. I’m here with you.”


  “Older brother……” Xia Qingyi was still moaning.

  “Don’t be afraid…… You’ll be alright soon. We’ll go home once you’re alright. I’ll bring home nice food. Didn’t you always want to eat seafood? I’ll take you to eat seafood…… and the red bean pastries. I’ll buy as many as you want to eat……”


  Mo Han bent down, unable to hold back as he placed a kiss on her forehead. Slowly, Xia Qingyi gradually calmed down. She closed her eyes as she breathed slowly. A layer of sweat on her head mixed with the bloody water on her face. Mo Han slowly pushed away her hair, as he caressed her face. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”


  The nurse that had been sitting by the side hurriedly picked up the stitching tools with the other staff around her at the sight of Xia Qingyi calming down. They got ready to clean her wound at the back of her head.

  “You should go out and stay away for a while. We have to clean up her wounds.” the nurse said to Mo Han.

  “I’ll stay here with her. She’s afraid of the pain.” Mo Han replied softly as he stared at Xia Qingyi’s quiet sleeping side face profile.

  “It’s not that painful. We would give her anesthesia.”


  “I’ll just sit by the side. I won’t disturb you.” Mo Han said, “I’m afraid that she would act like just now if I’m gone.”


  “The sight of her wound might be a little…… Are you sure you can stay?”


  Mo Han grabbed her hand softly. “She’s the one enduring the pain on the bed. There’s nothing much about me just looking at it.”


  The doctor could not say anything else as he pulled the curtain to separate Xia Qingyi and the other patients. He gave her an anesthetic shot and shaved off a small part of her hair at the back of her head. He then cleaned the blood and dirt around the wound, before he picked up the stitching thread and started to stitch up the wound.

  Mo Han stared as Xia Qingyi lay there on her side, while the doctor wearing a mask was stitching up her wound intently behind her.

  If he could ignore her pale and white face, ignore her dirt covered body, and ignore the hands of the doctor behind her that kept stitching, the way she was in deep sleep now looked extremely like a child.