My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 2200: Chapter 2202: Jiang Nuan vs. Fu Yi

The man’s hand paused as he was eating, and he raised his eyelids, his sharp, thin eyes looking at her.

Jiang Nuan almost wanted to retreat under his substantive gaze. The air fell silent for a moment. In the heavy atmosphere, she took a deep breath and bravely met his eyes.

Their gazes met in the air.

Jiang Nuan put down her chopsticks, unusually composed and calm, "I know everything about the injury to your left leg."

Fu Yi’s neck seemed to be choked, his voice low and hoarse, his throat dry, "Who told you?" He had specifically asked others not to tell her.

"It was first mentioned inadvertently by Lemon while we were chatting. I was worried, so I called Grandma to ask her. Grandma initially wouldn’t say, but I pestered her for half a day before she finally told me that your leg had developed a problem. Later, I went to Xu Qingrong, and Xu Qingrong said that it was after you returned from Capital City that the old injury on your left leg relapsed. The wound got soaked and inflamed, and the flesh rotted. Later, Zhang Yan performed surgery on you, but there was still an irreversible injury left behind."

Jiang Nuan watched him quietly sitting there listening to her speak, neither admitting nor denying anything. His lips quivered for a moment, then he spoke with difficulty, "Zhang Yan specializes in orthopedics, while I studied neuroscience. His expertise in muscles and bones is not as extensive as mine. I’ve researched cases of similar situations worldwide, and the areas causing permanent trauma are usually not in the bones, but in the nerves. Why not let me take a look at it? Maybe I can think of a better way for your recovery."

Post-surgery rehabilitation is a long process, especially after major surgeries, where people must actively cooperate with rehabilitation therapists to restore their bodies to their previous state.

She had been researching related cases over the past few days, working out a comprehensive rehabilitation plan for him, only needing to personally assess the extent of his left leg injury.

Jiang Nuan, sincere and earnest, dropped her chopsticks, disregarding everything else, and grabbed his hand, "I know you don’t want me to see it, but please, if I don’t try, I won’t be able to sleep."

"..." Fu Yi’s gaze shifted to her hand.

Jiang Nuan, heedless of embarrassment, grasped his hand tightly, thick-skinned, her eyes pleading, "Please, Fu Yi, let me help you take a look, okay?"

The recurrence of his old injury wasn’t entirely her fault, but knowing about it couldn’t leave her indifferent. This was Fu Yi, after all, not just anyone else. The incident of that day couldn’t clearly define who was at fault. She didn’t want to dwell on whose mistake was greater. She didn’t want to see a man, proud all his life, being left with a lifelong disability because of a minor misunderstanding.

He still had a long road ahead, bright and promising.

She couldn’t be the guiding light on his path, but she didn’t want to be the obstacle either.

She wished him well.

Even five years ago, when she deeply resented him, she still wished him well.

They couldn’t go back to the days of their youth, but in her youthful memories, the stars, the ideals, the past admiration, and fondness were always tied to that prideful person named Fu Yi.

He was born with a glow, living a radiant life, illuminating those around him, and brightening her life.

Throughout all her years from her teens to twenty-five, he was the world to her.

"Please, Fu Yi." Jiang Nuan’s mood was heavy, her nose tingling, her eyes heating up as if moisture were about to spill out uncontrollably.

She couldn’t even imagine facing a disabled future for the man before her. Just the thought alone was unbearable—she’d rather it be her who faced such a fate than Fu Yi, such a thought was insufferable to her.