?Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Disfigured by a Car ident   Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Disfigured by a Car ident                                   As He Xing walked towards Fu Han, he distinctly felt his legs go weak. For the first time in his life, he was actually a bit afraid to see Fu Han.


    He Xing barely managed to ask, “Doctor, how is she?” His own voice seemed to tremble noticeably.


    “The situation is not optimistic,” the doctor said gravely as he removed his mask. “Her right cheek collided with the steering wheel, and her frontal bone is somewhat fractured, damaging her appearance. She also has a head injury, the consequences of which—we don’t know yet. As for injuries on the rest of her body, they are not very serious and a few days’ rest should suffice.”


    At that moment, He Xing felt as if his world had copsed. This was scarier than seeing Fu Han’s face wrapped in bandages. He didn’t know how he managed to get Fu Han to the ward.


    When Su Cheng arrived, he immediately spotted He Xing sitting in front of the hospital bed. He was hunched over, his eyes lifeless, his whole being as if devoid of a soul.


    In the past, he had been jealous of He Xing, but today he felt an inexplicable pang of sympathy for him.


    Moving close to He Xing, he patted him on the shoulder and consoled, “Don’t be too sad. Nowadays, stic surgery is so advanced. We’ll find the best doctor, and Fu Han will definitely recover her original appearance.”


    He Xing looked at Su Cheng nkly for a full two minutes before he realized what he had said. That conversation hit him like enlightenment, infusing new life into his withered heart.


    He stood up abruptly, knocking the chair to the floor with his excitement. As he walked out, he said, “Xiaohan is in your care, I’m going to make some calls.”


    Without waiting for Su Cheng’s response, he was already running out.


    Yes, it was far too early to give up. With today’s medical advancements and so many renowned doctors, surely someone could cure Xiaohan.


    She cared so much about her beauty. Living the rest of her life with such a face would be worse than death for her.


    Su Cheng picked up the fallen chair and sat where He Xing had sat, staring unblinkingly at Fu Han.


    Though half of her face was swathed in bandages, the visible half was stunningly beautiful: her pure white cheeks, her long, curling eyshes. Even with her eyes closed, he could imagine the pristine beauty of Fu Han’s eyes, bright as the moon.


    Su Cheng’s gaze traveled down from Fu Han’s eyes. Her nose was undamaged, and one that could not have been created by stic surgery—her prominent nose ridge and restrained nostrils added dimension to her face, enhancing its graceful beauty.


    He wanted to keep looking, but his eyes involuntarilynded on the gauze covering Fu Han’s right cheek. It was like an electric shock, and he hastily diverted his gaze elsewhere.


    One of Fu Han’s hands was receiving an IV, and the othery outside the nket. When Su Cheng had entered, He Xing had been holding that very hand.


    Although Su Cheng had “dated” Fu Han, he had never truly held her hand in his.


    Thinking this, his hand, as if bewitched, found itself resting upon Fu Han’s hand, its silky smoothness unrivaled even by a newborn’s.


    Although Su Cheng knew that what he was doing was taking advantage of her vulnerability, he could not control himself. He unconsciously grasped Fu Han’s palm and rested his cheek against the back of her hand.


    In that moment, Su Cheng experienced an unprecedented sense of fulfillment; he had done something he wouldn’t even dare to dream of. Even if Fu Han was unconscious, at least he had finally touched her.


    Truthfully, in Su Cheng’s heart, appearance did not matter that much. If… if she truly was disfigured, he would still cherish her, hold her as the most precious treasure, and never leave her.


    But still, he agonized for Fu Han. The thing girls value most is their appearance. The more beautiful she once was, the more heartbroken she would be after disfigurement—that much was certain.


    If possible, Su Cheng would rather be the one disfigured, not Fu Han.


    When Fu Han had rejected him before, she always said he was in love with the Fu Han in his imagination. Su Cheng didn’t have the heart to contradict her, so he never argued; but in truth, he knew he was madly in love with Fu Han, willing to give up his life for her.


    The more he thought about these things, the more heartbroken Su Cheng became. It was a pain like being sliced by knives, and he couldn’t hold back his tears. They fell inrge drops,nding on the back of Fu Han’s hand, then from her hand to the white sheets, quickly spreading into arge stain.


    Tears blurred his vision, so he couldn’t see Fu Han’s face, naturally not noticing Fu Han’s long eyshes trembling.


    Suddenly, Fu Han’s fingers twitched. Su Cheng thought he was mistaken. He wiped his eyes forcefully, and his vision finally started to clear.


    Atst, he saw Fu Han’s eyshes fluttering, each movement feeling like a dance upon his heart. It felt like an eternity before Fu Han finally opened her eyes.


    Just like the Fu Han of his memories, her eyes shone as bright as the Pr Star in the sky, maic, easily drawing in all of his attention.


    Su Chengpletely forgot what he was supposed to do. He just leaned in, gazing down at Fu Han, like someone peering at a beloved item in a store window—afraid to touch, afraid to speak.


    “You…” Fu Han’s lips parted slightly, and in a low voice she asked, “Who are you?”


    Su Cheng’s pupils dted sharply. For a moment, he doubted his hearing. He lowered his voice as much as he could, fearing he might frighten Fu Han, “Fu Han, I… I’m Su Cheng. Don’t you remember me?”


    “Su Cheng?” Fu Han lifted a finger to point at Su Cheng, who nodded in confirmation. Then she pointed at herself “Fu Han?” Su Cheng nodded again.


    Fu Han rubbed her head, the unharmed half of her face expressing pain, “I… I don’t remember. Who am I, really?”


    Su Cheng’s heart felt as if it were plummeting from a cliff into a bottomless pit. He could not stop the fall, only watch helplessly as his heart kept falling, deeper and deeper.


    He rushed to the ward door, screaming for the doctor, “Doctor! Come quick, Fu Han’s awake. Pleasee check on her!”


    After a short while, not only the doctors came but He Xing also hurried over, frantic. A group of people surrounded Fu Han, examining her thoroughly and asking many questions.


    Watching from the side, Su Cheng suddenly had a strange feeling, as if Fu Han was a monkey caged for disy, powerless to resist, lying there, allowing everyone to observe with no right to refuse.


    His heart clenched with pain, and unintentionally, his gaze met Fu Han’s, who was looking back at him with a plea in her eyes. He felt his resolve melt away, and for a moment, he wanted to rush forward and chase everyone away.