When I woke up again, I smelled the familiar pungent disinfectant.

I instinctively covered my nose.

The first thing that came into view was slender, graceful five fingers.

Familiar, intimate, my hand!

Is this... swapped back?!

I was overjoyed.

Propping myself on the edge of the bed, I tried to sit up.

But I accidentally tugged on my wound, causing me to grimace in pain.

The nurse who came in for rounds saw how reckless I was and hurriedly rushed over to stop me:

"Be careful, you still have wounds on your body."

She raised the bed and helped me slowly lean back.

The nurse said:

"Fortunately, your husband used his body to shield you, taking most of the damage for you."

"Otherwise, you would be lying in the ICU with him."

"He really loves you, risking his life to protect you."

Hearing the nurse's exclamation, I almost burst out laughing.

Gu Xun loves me?

What a global joke.

I turned my head and asked the nurse, "Can I go see him?"

"Of course you can."

The nurse took me to the intensive care unit.

Through a layer of transparent glass, I saw the barely breathing Gu Xun lying on the hospital bed, full of tubes, looking like he was hanging by a thread.

I asked the nurse, "Will he wake up?"

"He will."

"Oh, that's too bad."

I sighed to myself.

The nurse thought she misheard and widened her eyes in shock.