Twenty minutes earlier, when she’d walked into the bathroom, her foot had slipped. Her body went down hard, straight, and helpless.
Instinct made her throw out her hands to catch herself.
The glass cup shattered.
She fell forward onto the broken pieces, and a jagged shard stabbed into her left chest.
She called Lin Wei immediately. Lin Wei called an ambulance and rushed over, wild with panic, riding in with the paramedics all the way back to Mu Wan’s place.
The moment Lin Wei stepped into the bathroom, she saw blood on the floor, diluted by water, spreading in thin, frightening streaks. She stood at the door, crying and stamping her feet like sheer terror needed somewhere to go.
“Oh my god. You’re not going to die, are you?”
The medical staff was lifting Mu Wan. The pain made her bare her teeth, and she almost laughed despite it.
They rushed her to the emergency room.
Morning in the ER carried a damp, bone-deep cold. People moved everywhere, voices overlapping. As the adrenaline drained, Mu Wan’s pain woke up fully, sharp and throbbing, and her head buzzed with it.
Then she heard Lin Wei’s voice, pitched high with hysteria.
“Doctor Liu, please, look at my friend. She stabbed her heart!”
Fate really was shameless.
Mu Wan lifted her head.
Those eyes met hers again. Deep, dark, and bottomless.
And somehow, her first impulse was to smile.
“Meow,” she said softly.
Her lips were pale from being bitten hard, but even like this, she still looked vivid, bright. Too alive to be lying on an ER bed.
The young nurse beside them stared, clearly at a loss.
Lin Wei looked ready to cry and laugh at the same time. “You still have the mood to joke?”
Liu Qianxiu stayed calm. His lashes lowered, his gaze settling on her wound.
“Move your hand.”
Mu Wan obeyed.
There was no heavy bleeding. It didn’t look like it had reached the heart. Mu Wan’s breathing was quick but not shallow in the way that suggested a collapsed lung. For now, it appeared to be a surface wound.
She’d showered earlier and was wearing a cream-colored camisole. The padding at her chest was soaked through with blood. Liu Qianxiu hooked the strap aside and pulled the fabric down slightly to examine the injury.
The wound was left open to the air. When Liu Qianxiu leaned closer, a cool draft brushed her skin, carrying the scent of disinfectant. Mu Wan sucked in a breath at the sting.
Lin Wei took one look and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god.”
Mu Wan’s chest looked like a mess. Blood, torn skin, and tiny glittering flecks of glass still clinging to the wound. The silver lining was that the cup had shattered into many small pieces, so most of the cuts were shallow.
While Mu Wan and Lin Wei stared at the injury, Liu Qianxiu’s attention shifted slightly.
Just below the wound, under the smear of blood, a flash of red showed through.
A red bamboo leaf.
Too vivid to be blood, too bright to belong to an injury. It looked almost wet with color, a dangerous prettiness hiding beneath the mess.
And there was more than one. Beside the first leaf, another half-leaf peeked out.
Liu Qianxiu’s expression remained unreadable as his hand tugged the camisole a little lower, as if to see the full shape.
Before he could, another hand closed over his wrist.
Mu Wan’s.
“That’s not a wound,” she said.
His eyes lifted to hers. “A birthmark?”
The location was… awkward. If Liu Qianxiu pulled any farther, her entire left breast would be exposed. He didn’t seem bothered by the possibility of her being revealed. What held his attention was the mark.
Mu Wan was in too much pain to explain properly.
Lin Wei cut in, quick and protective. “Yes, it’s a birthmark. Doctor Liu, does it affect the injury?”
“No.”
Liu Qianxiu looked at the half-revealed bamboo leaf again. His eyes stayed deep and quiet, giving nothing away.
Then, in the same calm tone he’d used to tell her there was a cat under her car, he said, “I just think it’s beautiful.”
Continue reading Incurable Chapter 2 Part 2
Instinct made her throw out her hands to catch herself.
The glass cup shattered.
She fell forward onto the broken pieces, and a jagged shard stabbed into her left chest.
She called Lin Wei immediately. Lin Wei called an ambulance and rushed over, wild with panic, riding in with the paramedics all the way back to Mu Wan’s place.
The moment Lin Wei stepped into the bathroom, she saw blood on the floor, diluted by water, spreading in thin, frightening streaks. She stood at the door, crying and stamping her feet like sheer terror needed somewhere to go.
“Oh my god. You’re not going to die, are you?”
The medical staff was lifting Mu Wan. The pain made her bare her teeth, and she almost laughed despite it.
They rushed her to the emergency room.
Morning in the ER carried a damp, bone-deep cold. People moved everywhere, voices overlapping. As the adrenaline drained, Mu Wan’s pain woke up fully, sharp and throbbing, and her head buzzed with it.
Then she heard Lin Wei’s voice, pitched high with hysteria.
“Doctor Liu, please, look at my friend. She stabbed her heart!”
Fate really was shameless.
Mu Wan lifted her head.
Those eyes met hers again. Deep, dark, and bottomless.
And somehow, her first impulse was to smile.
“Meow,” she said softly.
Her lips were pale from being bitten hard, but even like this, she still looked vivid, bright. Too alive to be lying on an ER bed.
The young nurse beside them stared, clearly at a loss.
Lin Wei looked ready to cry and laugh at the same time. “You still have the mood to joke?”
Liu Qianxiu stayed calm. His lashes lowered, his gaze settling on her wound.
“Move your hand.”
Mu Wan obeyed.
There was no heavy bleeding. It didn’t look like it had reached the heart. Mu Wan’s breathing was quick but not shallow in the way that suggested a collapsed lung. For now, it appeared to be a surface wound.
She’d showered earlier and was wearing a cream-colored camisole. The padding at her chest was soaked through with blood. Liu Qianxiu hooked the strap aside and pulled the fabric down slightly to examine the injury.
The wound was left open to the air. When Liu Qianxiu leaned closer, a cool draft brushed her skin, carrying the scent of disinfectant. Mu Wan sucked in a breath at the sting.
Lin Wei took one look and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god.”
Mu Wan’s chest looked like a mess. Blood, torn skin, and tiny glittering flecks of glass still clinging to the wound. The silver lining was that the cup had shattered into many small pieces, so most of the cuts were shallow.
While Mu Wan and Lin Wei stared at the injury, Liu Qianxiu’s attention shifted slightly.
Just below the wound, under the smear of blood, a flash of red showed through.
A red bamboo leaf.
Too vivid to be blood, too bright to belong to an injury. It looked almost wet with color, a dangerous prettiness hiding beneath the mess.
And there was more than one. Beside the first leaf, another half-leaf peeked out.
Liu Qianxiu’s expression remained unreadable as his hand tugged the camisole a little lower, as if to see the full shape.
Before he could, another hand closed over his wrist.
Mu Wan’s.
“That’s not a wound,” she said.
His eyes lifted to hers. “A birthmark?”
The location was… awkward. If Liu Qianxiu pulled any farther, her entire left breast would be exposed. He didn’t seem bothered by the possibility of her being revealed. What held his attention was the mark.
Mu Wan was in too much pain to explain properly.
Lin Wei cut in, quick and protective. “Yes, it’s a birthmark. Doctor Liu, does it affect the injury?”
“No.”
Liu Qianxiu looked at the half-revealed bamboo leaf again. His eyes stayed deep and quiet, giving nothing away.
Then, in the same calm tone he’d used to tell her there was a cat under her car, he said, “I just think it’s beautiful.”
The author has something to say:Mu Wan: Are only my birthmarks good-looking?Liu Daochang: They all looked pretty.
