Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 68: Chapter 63: Slow down, you’re hurting her

“I don’t care who he is. He—” At this point, Qiao Licheng’s eyes suddenly widened, filled with shock and dread, “You, you said he, he is who?”

“The head of the Zhan Family, the president of Zhan Corporation!” Qiao Mengtong timidly replied.

Qiao Licheng’s mouth gaped open into an O-shape, and Zheng Haijuan was also quite frightened.

Zhan Qipei’s gaze shifted from Qiao Licheng and the others, settling on Qiao Jing’s leg, which was stained with a large patch of blood on the hospital gown.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s okay.”

Okay? His face was as white as paper, and he still told him it was okay?

Zhan Qipei’s eyes landed on the bed, which was sparsely covered with porridge and vegetables.

“Shall we go to another room?”

“Yeah.” Qiao Jing nodded her head, then, leaning on the wall, began to limp away.

“Wait a second.”

Hearing the man call her, Qiao Jing turned her head, puzzled.

As soon as she turned around, she was suddenly scooped up in a fireman’s carry by the man.

Qiao Jing instinctively clung to the front of the man’s shirt, with slight tremors hidden in her calm eyes.

“You—”

“You what? You’re so badly injured, and you still want to walk by yourself?”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t tell me it’s nothing. I’m not blind. You’re bleeding so much.”

Qiao Jing moved her lips, finally slowly unclasping her hand from the man’s shirt, apparently accepting his help.

Qiao Licheng and the others kept watching the retreating backs of Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei, the sight growing odder the more they looked.

“Husband, could it be that President Zhan has taken a fancy to Qiao Jing?” Zheng Haijuan speculated.

“Unlikely? With President Zhan’s status, how could he possibly fancy Qiao Jing?” Qiao Licheng hoped this was the case. If Qiao Jing really became Mrs. Zhan Qipei, then he and the Qiao Family would rise with the tide.

“I also don’t remember President Zhan taking a liking to Qiao Jing.” Qiao Mengtong chimed in, “Qiao Jing grew up in the countryside, completely worthless, probably only good for farming and feeding pigs, very crude and uncouth. President Zhan couldn’t possibly fancy her. It’s probably because, after all, Qiao Jing is temporarily part of the Zhan Family; so President Zhan is doing this to uphold the Zhan Family’s reputation.”

After hearing Qiao Mengtong’s analysis, Qiao Licheng and Zheng Haijuan felt that must be the case.

“It’s just a pity we couldn’t get the money,” Zheng Haijuan said, disappointment evident in her voice.

“That’s it!” Qiao Mengtong had a sudden idea.

“I just remembered, Qiao Jing has a good friend at the Angel Welfare Institute. Let’s go find her, and have her convince Qiao Jing to hand over the money.”

Qiao Licheng frowned, “What if her friend doesn’t agree?”

“Give her some money, and she’ll agree, right? Don’t worry mom and dad, leave this matter to me. I’ll definitely get the money.”

“Okay.”

After Zhan Qipei had carried Qiao Jing to another VIP hospital room, he gently placed her on the bed and began to roll up her trouser leg.

Qiao Jing grabbed Zhan Qipei’s hand, stopping him, “You go out, I can handle the rest by myself.”

“Doctors aren’t supposed to treat themselves. Are you sure you can take care of it yourself?” Zhan Qipei said, continuing to roll up Qiao Jing’s trouser leg.

“Zhan Qipei, I thank you, but it’s really not necessary. Besides, you don’t know medical skills, do you?” Qiao Jing clutched Zhan Qipei’s hand, continuing to resist.

As Lu Zijin walked in, knocking on the door, he noted the scene before him and a rare sign of displeasure crossed his normally gentle and refined face.

Qiao Jing turned her head towards Lu Zijin, “Zijin, you came at just the right time. There was a bit of an accident just now; help me treat my wound.”

Zijin, she called him so intimately!

Zhan Qipei’s thin lips pressed together into an uncurved line of ice, his dark eyes slightly narrowed and emitting a chill as he glanced back and forth between Qiao Jing and Lu Zijin.

“Okay.” Lu Zijin moved beside Qiao Jing, his gaze falling on Zhan Qipei’s hand that was pulling at Qiao Jing’s trouser leg, with a hint of hostility in his eyes.

“President Zhan, I need to treat Qiao Jing now, and it’s not convenient for you to be here. Please leave.”

Ask him to leave?

A dark and obscure gleam passed through Zhan Qipei’s black eyes as he spoke in an indifferent, low tone, “As her husband, I should stay. Doctor Lu, don’t mind me; just proceed with the treatment.”

Seeing that he couldn’t make Zhan Qipei leave, and aware that Qiao Jing’s leg injury could not be delayed further, Lu Zijin refrained from arguing any further and started to roll up Qiao Jing’s trouser leg.

“Wait! I’ll do it.” Zhan Qipei forcefully pushed Lu Zijin aside, and without waiting for approval, began to roll up Qiao Jing’s trouser leg himself.

The dried blood was stuck to the pants.

This action moved the wound.

“Hmm…” Qiao Jing suppressed her pain, trying hard not to moan.

Zhan Qipei’s hands paused in their motion, and Lu Zijin anxiously looked at Qiao Jing’s knee.

“President Zhan, you are not a doctor. Please step aside!” Lu Zijin spoke firmly, nothing of his usual soft demeanor.

Zhan Qipei took a deep breath, and after a silence of two seconds, he stepped aside.

Lu Zijin was right; Zhan Qipei knew nothing about medicine and had no experience in treating wounds. Persisting would only cause Qiao Jing further suffering.

Lu Zijin carefully cut the fabric around the wound with scissors, then picked up an alcohol swab with tweezers and gently dabbed at the injury.

“Hiss—” Qiao Jing clenched her teeth.

“Be gentle, you’re hurting her!” Zhan Qipei instinctively shouted.

Both Qiao Jing and Lu Zijin were startled, then they both looked at Zhan Qipei, eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

Especially Lu Zijin, his male intuition told him that Zhan Qipei’s feelings for Qiao Jing were quite extraordinary.

If it hadn’t been for Lu Zijiao mentioning to him that Zhan Qipei had someone he liked and had even asked him to help look, he would definitely suspect that Zhan Qipei had fallen for Qiao Jing.

After the wound was treated and bandaged, just as Lu Zijin was about to cover Qiao Jing with a blanket, Zhan Qipei preempted him.

“You can leave now.” Zhan Qipei issued an eviction order to Lu Zijin.

Lu Zijin ignored Zhan Qipei’s words and looked at Qiao Jing, “You should transfer to my hospital; it will be easier for me to take care of you.”

“No need, I’ll take care of her,” Zhan Qipei spoke for Qiao Jing.

“I was asking Qiao Jing.” Lu Zijin stared unyieldingly at Zhan Qipei. “Also, if Qiao Jing were in my hospital, I wouldn’t let what just happened occur.”

Lu Zijin’s words made Zhan Qipei recall the harrowing incident that had just occurred.

If he hadn’t arrived just in time, that belt from Qiao Licheng would have struck Qiao Jing’s face.

Thinking about this tightened Zhan Qipei’s face, and a layer of frost covered his expression.

After a moment, he looked at Qiao Jing, “What do you want to do? I’ll help you.”

“I already owe you a favor; I will settle this matter myself once I’m recovered,” Qiao Jing said, her long, lush eyelashes casting a shadow as she gripped the blanket tighter.

“Are you thinking of sending him to the police?” Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing’s hand and guessed.

Qiao Jing stopped moving and said nothing.

Her silence was as good as an admission to Zhan Qipei’s guess.

“You want to charge Qiao Licheng with abandoning a child, but the only witness, your grandfather, is dead. You have no proof, and even if you manage to send him away, he won’t be inside for long. Besides—”

And these were not the main concerns. The real issue was the stigma of a daughter sending her own father to jail, which might be somewhat problematic.

Although Qiao Jing might not care, Zhan Qipei did not want her to bear this burden.

Thinking this, Zhan Qipei leaned closer to Qiao Jing, bending down and staring intently at her, “I’ll help you.”