Listening to the man's sincere words, tinged with a tremor, Du Heng wanted to say something, but the man was gripping and shaking his hand, making him uncomfortable.
During this brief delay, the woman on the sick bed turned her gaze to her husband. "Are you trying to die or something? I'm not dead yet; it's just a broken arm. What are you wailing about? Are you hoping I die right now so you can be happy?"
The man, looking utterly wronged and pitiful, gazed at his wife. "Honey, you can't accuse me like this. I would die for you."
"Then go ahead," the woman said, rolling her eyes.
Ugh…
The man was dumbfounded. This woman is pragmatic to a fault, with no sense of romance whatsoever!
After rolling her eyes, the woman looked at the stunned man and said, "Let go. If you don't let go, how can the doctor examine me?"
"Oh, oh, oh, right." The man, as if snapping out of a daze, quickly let go of Du Heng's hands.
