Jason glanced at him again and swallowed back the last bit of his words, nodding and starting the car.

Luckily the clinic wasn't too far away, and with as much speed as he could muster he was there in no time.

The next step is all sorts of checks.

The doctors and nurses in the clinic were secretly curious and cast furtive glances at them.

Wyatt treated them as if they didn't exist and waited anxiously for news.

After a while, just when he was almost so anxious to trouble Jason, only then did he see that he had finally arrived at a result.

Not surprisingly, it was a fever caused by trauma.

Hearing his complaint, Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief.

Jason saw the face even more embarrassing, can make people like this, can see how heartless he is, if it were him, the first thing he did when he woke up was to divorce!

"Alright, it's fine if it's just bacteria, wait for the two hangers and then take the medicine back to imply eating." Jason managed to suppress the anger in his heart back down, but he didn't have a good face for Wyatt.

Wyatt certainly didn't care about this, and was really greatly relieved after hearing this result, "That's good."

Seeing his joyful look, Jason finally couldn't hold back and stabbed him, "You, if there's a next time, you'll go to the hospital obediently, I don't want to see anything like this again, especially if the murderer is you!"

"Good."

Wyatt agreed without thinking, seemingly not listening to him at all.

Jason became even more depressed, gave him a hard look and said, "When she wakes up you'd better not get close to her, I reckon she already has a shadow over you!"

Wyatt froze for a moment and shook his head, "No, she's good to me and will forgive me."

"Oh, you wait then."

Jason snorted, just waiting to see how he would die.

Finally he threw him a bottle of medicine and a strip of ointment, "The one in the bottle is for eating, read the instructions yourself, and the ointment is for rubbing, for trauma!"

Wyatt took a deep breath, "I know."

Jason finally coldly hummed him and turned to walk away.

He simply didn't want to say another word to him, domestic violence man, despise!

Wyatt let out a bitter laugh, how could he not regret it in his heart?

But now that things had sat down, and thankfully nothing was seriously wrong with her, then the only thing left to do was to make it up to her.

The bottle was quickly put on, the oral medication was not needed for the time being, but the wound still needed to be medicated, and he carefully scrubbed her all over, rubbing on the ointment before putting his clothes back on.

Seeing her whole body that was bruised and purple, even flushed with red and leaving traces of blood, his heart was so hard that it seemed to be dripping blood as well.

He must be out of his mind, why would he lay such a heavy hand on someone he held so dear?

When he was done with the matter, listening to her gradually steady breathing, he froze in a daze for half a day, then suddenly looked up and shook himself hard.

The crisp voice echoed in the ward, causing Zoey to follow suit, seemingly startled by the sound.

He dropped his hand in fright and patted her on the back.

Never dare make any noise again.

A kind of disturbance was made until the afternoon before Zoey finally woke up.

She opened her eyes and Ji Huai Zhi immediately noticed, happiness written all over his face, "You're awake, how do you feel now?"

The tone was so gentle it could almost drip water, so incredibly soft.

She stared at him in a daze for half a day before asking, "Who are you?"

"You, what did you say?"