Hualing simply couldn’t believe her own eyes; she was witnessing such a disgraceful scene—Chen Shouwang actually ’lunged’ at Cheng Su?
This damned bastard!
Hualing had always been a princess since she was young, a flower among others, and from her many suitors, she chose this poor boy from the countryside—this is how he repays her?
A towering rage surged from the bottom of her heart to every limb and vein, and Hualing wished nothing more than to rush forward and tear these two shameless dogs apart.
Before she could charge at them, Cheng Su turned her head and scolded, "Are you blind or just severely nearsighted? Speaking such words, are you even human? Get over here and lend a hand, your husband has fainted!"
Fainted?
Hualing was stunned for a moment, and only then did she notice Chen Shouwang with his head drooping, hands dangling limply at Cheng Su’s sides; because Cheng Su was supporting him, from the back, it indeed looked as if he was lunging at her.
But Hualing couldn’t care less about that now. Chen Shouwang had always been in great health, so why the sudden faint?
She let out a cry, tossed aside her handbag, and dashed toward Chen Shouwang.
"What happened? What’s going on?"
"Stop asking, just help him lie down," Cheng Su said irritably.
Together, they moved Chen Shouwang onto the bed; his face was a sickly shade of pale, even worse than when Cheng Su first saw him.
"You work at the hospital and you’re a nurse, quickly check on him; did he get heatstroke?" Cheng Su glanced over and said, "When he came back just now, I noticed his complexion wasn’t good. I only came over after hearing the sound of the bottle breaking and then realized he had fainted."
Hualing’s eyes brimming with tears and feeling somewhat helpless, only after hearing Cheng Su’s words did she, with trembling hands, begin to check his eyelids, breathing, and forehead temperature.
"What’s going on? He’s always been healthy!" asked Hualing with a quavering voice, her panic rendering her unable to judge the situation.
Cheng Su rolled her eyes; if a nurse like you doesn’t know, then if she knew, she would be a god.
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