Incurable Chapter 2 Part 2

Chapter 2 (2/2)

The moment she stepped inside, a loud bang erupted from the bathroom, the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor mingling with the sharp crash of shattering glass. A moment later, a low, muffled groan slipped from the woman’s lips.

Just twenty minutes after cheerfully declaring she was in perfect health and definitely wouldn’t be ending up in the emergency room, Mu Wan was being wheeled into the ER.

Twenty minutes prior, the second she stepped into the bathroom, her foot slipped out from under her. As she pitched forward, she threw her hands out to break her fall. The glass cup in her left hand shattered on impact, and she landed chest-first right onto the jagged shards, slicing open her left breast. She’d immediately called Lin Wei, who had dialed for an ambulance and ridden back in it, bursting into the apartment in an absolute panic.

Bursting into the bathroom and seeing the blood watering down into the puddles on the floor, Lin Wei stood in the doorway, stomping her feet and crying, “Holy shit, you aren’t dying on me, are you?”

Being hoisted onto a stretcher by the paramedics, Mu Wan grimaced in agony, though she’d nearly laughed out loud at the sheer absurdity of it.

Now, Mu Wan was actually in the emergency room. The morning ER carried a damp, sterile chill. Amidst the chaotic rush of people, the delayed shock was wearing off, and her pain was fully waking up. Her head buzzed with a dull roar, but through the noise, she clearly heard Lin Wei yelling at a doctor, “Dr. Liu, hurry! Look at my friend, she’s been stabbed in the heart!”

You really couldn’t dodge fate when it came knocking. Mu Wan tilted her head up and found herself staring directly into Liu Qianxiu’s deep, unreadable eyes.

“Meow~” Mu Wan smiled. Her lips were bitten pale from the pain, yet her smile was still as vibrant and striking as ever.

The young nurse beside her, completely bewildered, looked up at her in sheer confusion. Lin Wei, standing nearby, let out a sound that was half-sob, half-scoff. “You’re in no condition to be cracking jokes!”

Liu Qianxiu’s expression remained perfectly calm. His gaze dropped, locking onto her injury. “Move your hand, please,” he said, his voice level and even.

Mu Wan obediently pulled her hand away.

There was no massive bleeding, suggesting the heart was untouched. Mu Wan’s breathing was rapid and shallow, yet there were no clinical signs of a pneumothorax. At first glance, it appeared to be a severe superficial laceration.

After her morning shower, Mu Wan had slipped into an off-white camisole. Now, the fabric over her left chest was completely saturated with blood. With practiced efficiency, Liu Qianxiu adjusted the strap, pulling the neckline down to expose the injury for a closer examination.

With the raw wound exposed to the cool air, the doctor leaned in slightly. The movement brought a faint, crisp breeze carrying the sharp scent of antiseptic, making her hiss through her teeth in pain. Beside her, Lin Wei caught sight of the gash, slapping a hand over her mouth with a muffled, “Oh my god.”

The gash across Mu Wan’s chest was, frankly, a bloody mess. Tiny shards of glass still clung to the jagged edges of the cuts. However, because the glass had shattered into so many small pieces upon impact, none of the lacerations were particularly deep.

While Mu Wan and Lin Wei stared at the gruesome sight, Liu Qianxiu’s gaze drifted just below the injury, fixing on a splash of vivid red. It was a red “bamboo leaf” birthmark, its crimson hue even more vibrant than the fresh blood. Half-hidden beneath the glistening moisture, it possessed a delicate, almost bewitching allure.

It wasn’t just a single leaf; the edge of another peeked out right beside it. Liu Qianxiu’s expression was perfectly serene; he continued to pull the strap down. But before the second “bamboo leaf” could be fully revealed, his hand was suddenly intercepted by hers.

“That’s not part of the injury,” Mu Wan pointed out.

Liu Qianxiu’s gaze flicked up to her face. “A birthmark?”

The location of the injury was rather awkward. If Liu Qianxiu had pulled the strap down any further, her entire left breast would have been fully exposed. He didn’t seem to mind the wardrobe malfunction in the slightest, yet he was strangely focused on the birthmark.

Mu Wan was in too much pain to form a coherent sentence, so Lin Wei answered for her. “Yes, it’s a birthmark. Dr. Liu, does it interfere with the wound?”

“No.” Liu Qianxiu kept his eyes on the half-exposed leaf. His dark eyes remained as deep and unreadable as ever, but his tone was perfectly level as he added, “I just thought it looked quite nice.”

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