The wound was quite large, and the blood never stopped.

Turning on the faucet, the cold tap water suppressed the hot temperature of the blood a bit, but the sink quickly turned bright red.

"You're just using water to rinse it?"

A hand suddenly reached out, grabbing my arm and pulling it out.

An unexpected face appeared before my eyes.

It was Zhou Jincheng.

He should be considered... an old classmate. After all, we were in the same class in elementary school, junior high, and high school, and even attended the same university.

But since I got married, I hadn't seen him again.

Zhou Jincheng forcibly dragged me to the doctor to apply medicine to the wound.

He lowered his head, and the curls on top of his head met my gaze. I felt a bit uneasy because I unexpectedly caught a familiar soap scent on Zhou Jincheng. Did he also use this old brand scent? I was a bit surprised.

He seemed different from before, becoming gentler.

As he applied the band-aid for me, he asked, "Why are you at the hospital? Are you sick?"

"...No," I shook my head, "Zheng Jinfai is sick."

"Oh," Zhou Jincheng furrowed his brow, "That green tea bitch."

...He's starting to resemble the Zhou Jincheng I used to know.

Extremely sharp-tongued.

Always has a sarcastic comment for everyone.

Especially me.

"How did you get this wound?" After Zhou Jincheng applied the band-aid, he even picked up a ballpoint pen and drew a smiley face on it.

I quickly pulled my hand back, "It's nothing, just accidentally touched a broken bowl."

"Which ward is Zheng Jinfai in? I'll go with you to see her and check on her condition. It's been quite a few years since I last saw her," Zhou Jincheng said.

After all, he was an old classmate. Since Zhou Jincheng said so, I couldn't refuse and had to take him along.

But I didn't expect to run into my aunt just then.

"Oh, the calamity! Why is she running a fever again? How much longer can she live?" My aunt wailed, "Xin Xin, you finally came. You can't just stand by and watch. She's your sister, and besides, our Zheng family has raised you for so many years. Isn't it reasonable for you to repay us? Isn't our kindness enough for you to donate a kidney?"

My aunt rushed towards me in a fit of anger, ready to hit my chest.

Zhou Jincheng reacted quickly, pulling me away and standing in front of me, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Donate a kidney? Are you guys crazy?"

I instinctively gripped Zhou Jincheng's clothes, feeling a surge of inexplicable emotions.

Never in a million years did I expect that the one saying these words wasn't my biological uncle, nor my husband Xu Wensen, but him...

Zhou Jincheng.