Yibo was sitting on a stretcher and a nurse was treating his wound on his left arm when Wang Quiren come rushing in followed by Zhan who couldn't get dressed and was wearing silk pajamas.
"Yibo!" said Quiren when the ER door just opened. "What happened? Are you alright?" he asked one after the other, his face almost losing color in deep worry.
"W-were you hurt?" Zhan said worriedly, immediately holding his husband's arm.
"Stop playing acting as if you're worried," Yibo snapped in an almost whispering voice. There are nurses around and the resident doctor is also there. "And what are you both doing here? I instructed those damned medics not to contact anyone!"
"I have a right to know what happened to you, Yibo," Quiren answered in a calm but firm voice. He looks at the doctor and asked. "Have you checked my child? Should there beSo far, we haven't seen any signs that your son was hurt, Mr. Wang, except for the wound on his left arm," answered the doctor who turned to Yibo. "Maybe hit the broken windshield. But he will undergo scanning to-"
"I am perfectly all right," Yibo said promptly and got off the stretcher. "There's no need for further examinations. I wasn't hurt and I am getting out of this damned place before more reporters comes." he held Zhan tightly by the arm.
"And you are coming with me..."
Zhan absentmindedly turned to Quiren as if asking for a permission from him. Quiren gave a slight nod to his son-in-law and Yibo saw the exchange of looks between the two. His chest heaved as his jaws bared in pent-up anger.
"You are still my husband, Zhan," Yibo said clenching his teeth as he almost dragged his husband out of the ER. "You don't have to ask Dad for permission if you come with me!"
"You're hurting my wrist, Yibo," Zhan moaned. "You don't have to drag me, I'll come with you."
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"I'll take you two," Quiren said.
"Don't bother. There are many taxis outside." Yibos eyes were burning as he looked at his father.
"I don't know what to think of you. The only thing that connects us at this moment is the fact that you are my father!"
"Dammit, what are you talking about?" Quiren said angrily. Zhan's eyebrows frown and he looks from Yibo to Quiren who measure each other's gaze.
"And I wish to hell you'd never see my husband again!" Yibo said, before pulling his husband outside. Zhan looks confusedly at Quiren who remained standing and watching them.
Yibo waved at a taxi waiting for passengers at the entrance of the hospital. Zhan was shoved into the back seat while Yibo sat in the front. A few moments later the taxi was on the way.
Zhan don't know what to say. He almost wanted to cry in relief that his husband was not hurt, but he couldn't show it. And he doesn't understand why Yibo was angry. Zhan attributed Yibo's anger to the near-death accident that although he was not hurt, maybe it reminded him of an accident that happened a few years ago. Maybe the trauma of the previous accident is coming back to Yibo.
But what Zhan couldn't find an explanation was what Yibo said to his father. The remained silent until they got home. Yibo went to the bar and immediately poured brandy into the glass and took it all in one swallow.
"A-the... the police who called the house said you are drunk, and you were driving fast," Zhan mildly accused as he stepped closer to Yibo. "You nearly caused m-Quiren his first stroke..." Zhan rather said when he wanted to say that he almost lost his breath in worry while heading to the hospital.
