Chapter 2129 I Hate You

For a moment, the ward was so quiet that it was unnerving.

Jing Xiaocha's eyes flashed.

When she looked at Wen Jin, she soon couldn't bear the invisible oppressive aura emanating from him and was defeated.

The hand holding the notebook slowly released.

Wen Jin narrowed his eyes, took the notebook, and sat down in a chair nearby.

Seeing Jing Xiaocha still sitting on the bed stupidly, looking at him blankly. He frowned slightly and said, "Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? Do you still want to work?"

"No."

Jing Xiaocha retorted timidly.

Seeing Wen Jin lower his head and start checking for typos, she moved her body, raised the head of the bed higher, and then lay down to rest.

The atmosphere in the ward became quiet again.

Wen Jin stopped talking and focused on checking her for typos word by word. Just like last night, some words were so wrong that he had to connect them back and forth to know what the correct word was.

Jing Xiaocha felt a little uneasy.

Although Wen Jin didn't ask her anything, she didn't believe that someone as smart as Wen Jin could not see that her chapter tonight was inconsistent with last night's chapter.

Thinking of Wen Jin calling her this afternoon and asking her if she wrote a novel on her mobile phone, Jing Xiaocha couldn't help but look at Wen Jin secretly with a guilty conscience.

Wen Jin lowered his head and stared at the notebook, his focused expression adding a bit of charm that was hard to look away from.

Jing Xiaocha couldn't bear to look away and just kept staring at him.

I don't know if Wen Jin knew she was looking at him, but he never raised his head.

The more Jing Xiaocha looks at Wen Jin, the more she realizes that she likes him deeper and deeper, to the point where even if she spends her whole life loving him silently, she will not regret it.

Although no one spoke in the ward, the atmosphere was not awkward or dull. Instead, the air was filled with a touch of warmth and tranquility.

At first glance, it looks like a beautiful picture.

The woman in the scroll is quiet and gentle, while the man is gentle, elegant, focused and serious.

After half an hour of this, Wen Jin finally raised his face from his notebook and looked calmly at Jing Xiaocha who was lying on the bed.

Jing Xiaocha immediately smiled and asked flatteringly, "Brother Wen, are you done with the examination? Do you want to drink some water? I'll get you a glass of water."

"..."

Wen Jin didn't speak, just looked at her.

Jing Xiaocha's eyes flickered, and the smile on his face was tinged with guilt. After two seconds, he said again, "Brother Wen, I'll pour you some water."

Just as she was about to get up, she heard Wen Jin's deep voice, "Lie there and don't move."

"..." Jing Xiaocha had no choice but to lie back on the bed, not daring to move any more.

Wen Jin looked gloomy and asked calmly, "How many chapters did you write on your mobile phone today?"

Hearing the determined tone, Jing Xiaocha's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing Wen Jin's eyes filled with uneasiness, he said cautiously, "I only wrote two thousand words. Brother Wen, don't be angry. I didn't tire myself out."

"What do I have to be angry about? You don't care about your own body. It's your own business if your arm is disabled."

Wen Jin said such words, which meant that he was already very angry.

Jing Xiaocha's face paled slightly, biting her lips and looking at Wen Jin, "Brother Wen, I'm just too bored, so I tried using my phone today to see if I could code. It turned out that typing by hand was too slow, and so did I. I use voice, so it’s not very tiring.”

"..."

Wen Jin lowered his head and opened the webpage to help her pass the chapters.

After asking her for her password last night, Wen Jin didn't ask her for her password tonight and went straight backstage.

She just said two thousand words, but now Wen Jin opened the backstage and discovered that what she wrote during the day was not two thousand words.

His hand on the touch screen paused, and the look between his brows became even colder.

On the hospital bed, Jing Xiaocha felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees, and a chill hit her. She subconsciously crawled under the quilt.

It was also a quiet atmosphere, but it was different from the peaceful and warm one just now. This time, the air in the ward seemed to be sucked out little by little, and finally even breathing became unsmooth.

Wen Jin closed her notebook without saying a word.

Jing Xiaocha's lips moved, wanting to say something, but under Wen Jin's indifferent look, she did not dare to speak.

It wasn't until Wen Jin left the ward with his notebook that Jing Xiaocha finally came back to his senses and stared at the door with his clear eyes wide open in shock.

The door to the ward had been closed, and the sound of Wen Jin's leaving footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

Jing Xiaocha stared at the closed door for a few seconds. Suddenly, she felt a sense of grievance in her heart. Her nose felt sore and she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She couldn't let Wen Jin leave angry.

Jing Xiaocha ran to the door and opened it, and saw that Wen Jin had walked to the elevator door at the end of the corridor and was raising his hand to press the elevator button.

"Brother Wen."

After shouting, Jing Xiaocha trotted towards him.

Wen Jin did not look back at her, and even stepped into the elevator without stopping, and closed the elevator door in front of Jing Xiaocha's.

Just one second away.

Jing Xiaocha watched helplessly as the elevator door closed, and Wen Jin's handsome face with anger disappeared from her sight.

There was a suffocating feeling in her heart, and tears filled her eyes inexplicably.

The elevator floor numbers changed, and we soon reached the first floor.

Jing Xiaocha knew she couldn't catch up with Wen Jin, so she sniffed and returned to the ward in frustration.

Thinking of the way Wen Jin looked at her just now, she felt an indescribable sadness in her heart, and the held-back tears finally burst into her eyes.

"Brother Wen, I hate you."

She complained angrily, even if she was wrong, he couldn't leave without saying a word.

Didn't he say she was a patient?

Then why couldn't he be gentler and more tolerant towards her as a patient? If he was angry and scolded her, why would he just ignore her and leave?

The more Jing Xiaocha thought about it, the sadder she felt, and the more tears she shed. Now the grievances of these days have all turned into tears and flowed out.

**

Wen Jin did not go home immediately.

Sitting in the car, he looked up at the inpatient department behind him. The scene of Jing Xiaocha chasing him to the elevator door appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but pursed his lips again.

I don’t know if she will chase him down or go back to the ward.

Wen Jin was angry when he learned that Jing Xiaocha was working during the day. He agreed that she would work one hour a day for the past two days, which was already an exception.

In Jing Xiaocha's situation, he had to take a good rest in the first week.

Unexpectedly, she pushed herself to the limit and actually wrote three thousand words on her mobile phone during the day. The mobile phone was so slow that she had no time to rest.

If he hadn't been angry, Jing Xiaocha might have used his mobile phone to work every day.

However, seeing her chasing her to the elevator door, Wen Jin felt a little unbearable, and he almost stopped.

Instead of leaving ruthlessly.

Thinking of her pitiful appearance, Wen Jin hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't bear to take out his mobile phone and dial a familiar number.