Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 169 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 20

Song Ziyu's injuries were also very serious, with multiple abrasions and more than two fractures. The most serious injury was to his face, where a hideous, bloody gash was cut open.

He had already undergone stitches before regaining consciousness, and now his face was covered in gauze, so nothing was visible. But Song Ziyu wasn't stupid; he touched his cheek as if sensing something.

The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet when he touched a piece of gauze.

"My face... what happened?" he asked in a cryptic tone, hoping it wasn't what he was thinking.

Ni Qing was still immersed in the policeman's words. What kind of vengeful ghost would openly attack a living person? If it really was the male protagonist, there seemed to be no reason for him to do so.

Seeing that she didn't reply, Song Ziyu became even more certain of what was going on, and coldly said, "Why aren't you saying anything? What? You don't like my face anymore?"

In his eyes, Ni Qing had always been around him since childhood, and her looks must have played a significant role in that. If it weren't for the needs of his family, he would never have bothered with her.

Ni Qing wasn't his type either.

So with the press conference just around the corner, and his face disfigured, not only is it difficult for Ni Qing to handle things, but he probably won't be able to hold his head up under the media's flashing lights.

Ni Qing slowly came back to her senses, and in a daze, she felt that Song Ziyu seemed to have said something to her. She could only bite the bullet and answer, "It's good that you're alive. Everything else is trivial."

That's too perfunctory.

Song Ziyu gritted his teeth, somewhat unwilling: "Has the driver of the hit-and-run car been found?" He was determined not to let that person get away with it. Was he blind? Couldn't he even see a person? What kind of car was he driving?

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Ni Qing immediately prepared to leave. She joked, wondering how long she would keep coaxing him: "The police haven't given a definite answer yet. You should rest well first. I'll come see you again tomorrow. By the way, send me the time of the press conference."

In Song Ziyu's eyes, this was a disguised form of indifference.

In a moment of urgency, he seemed to have made up his mind. He hesitated, then slowly and ambiguously raised his hand and gently placed it on her fair wrist: "Wait a moment..."

Ni Qing was startled and reflexively pulled her hand back. The other party was weak and naturally had no strength to stop her. This action seemed to pierce Song Ziyu's heart.

He looked up, a hint of sadness in his eyes: "Ni Qing, do you dislike me now?"

The other person tilted their head in confusion: "Why would I dislike you? Aren't we friends?"

Yes, they are currently just childhood friends; their relationship has not progressed to romantic one, nor has there been any flirtatious interaction. The word "dislike" is a bit too intimate.

Song Ziyu's eyes darkened: "That's good. I thought you would be disgusted by my disfigurement, but it's okay. If the recovery goes well, there shouldn't be any scars left."

He seemed to be comforting himself, or perhaps hinting at something to Ni Qing.

Ni Qing smiled slightly, said nothing more, and was about to turn around and leave the ward when she heard a nervous voice behind her.

Can we be together?

For the original owner, this was undoubtedly a joyous occasion, a time to set off firecrackers in front of her house. Ni Qing could even feel the instinctive pleasure in her body. She was conflicted, but on the surface, she still curled her lips into a smile, appearing somewhat happy.

She opened her lips, about to say something, when the door opened.

The man who entered was wearing a white coat and glasses. He had ordinary features and was the kind of person who was gentle and refined. He seemed oblivious to the intense, ambiguous atmosphere in the ward and opened the door on his own.

They didn't even knock on the door.

Song Ziyu was interrupted and said in a somewhat displeased tone, "Doctor, you should knock before you come in."

The doctor wasn't annoyed by the reprimand; with a slight smile, he asked, "Even if I were to try to save you after you've died, would I need to knock first?"

Upon hearing this, both Ni Qing and Song Ziyu were stunned, unable to believe their ears.

The doctor looked somewhat strange; his face was pale, and although he was working, he always wore a smile on his face, though you couldn't see into his eyes.

He smiled apologetically and shrugged: "Sorry, just kidding, don't be scared."

Song Ziyu finally relaxed, trying to shake off the chilling feeling in his heart. Ni Qing didn't say anything on the surface, but a seed of suspicion had already been planted in her heart.

The doctor walked over calmly and said, "Mr. Song, it's time for your routine check-up. Please cooperate."

Song Ziyu reluctantly shifted his gaze from Ni Qing, looking slightly impatient. As soon as he looked up, he met the young man's cold gaze.

The other person's gaze was like that of a venomous snake, sinister and cold, with a strange undercurrent in their eyes, and a clear killing intent.

Song Ziyu broke out in a cold sweat and was about to look at Ni Qing when he realized that she couldn't see him in time from this angle.

He quickly looked down, glancing at the name card in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

Qin...

As for Qin something, he hadn't had time to see it clearly yet.

The other party seemed to be conducting a routine check-up. After going through the whole process in a seemingly professional manner, he pushed up his glasses and smiled, saying, "Check-up complete. Take a rest and try not to talk too much."

The first eight characters seemed normal, but the last four just didn't feel right. Before he could think further, the young man's sharp gaze seemed to want to tear him apart.

After speaking, the doctor chuckled ambiguously and turned to leave. But as he reached the door, he paused, as if remembering something, and turned to look at Ni Qing standing to the side.

She felt extremely uncomfortable with the doctor's blatant and slick gaze. Before she could react, he said calmly, "Miss, the patient needs more rest. Perhaps you shouldn't disturb Mr. Song's recovery and should leave as soon as possible?"

Ni Qing was taken aback. The opportunity to visit had come. Without thinking twice, she took the initiative and said, "Brother Song, you see, the doctor said so, so I'm too embarrassed to stay here any longer. I'll come again tomorrow."

After saying that, she strode away after the doctor, ignoring Song Ziyu's attempts to stop her.

Only after the unknown doctor and Ni Qing disappeared from the ward did Song Ziyu feel deep regret. He didn't know why, but the longer he hesitated to commit to a relationship with her, the more uneasy he felt.

But she promised to come again tomorrow, and it wouldn't be long before I asked her then.

Only after thinking about this did he finally feel completely at ease.

Just then, the regular knocking on the door once again echoed through the quiet ward.

Song Ziyu was somewhat puzzled as to who else might come, but he remained outwardly calm and said, "Please come in."

A doctor entered; he was short and stout with a receding hairline. He was carrying a folder and was accompanied by a group of nurses.

"Song Ziyu, is that right? How are you feeling? We've come to do a check-up for you. From the X-rays we took before, it seems you have a slight concussion..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Ziyu's slightly panicked voice was heard.

"Didn't you just check it?"