The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 260 - 156: The Palm Wounded

All of this happened too suddenly, and aside from Song Qiao herself who had yet to react, even the person she bumped into hadn’t expected someone to rush towards him in such haste and collide into him directly.

The cell phone in her hand had already dropped to one side due to inertia, causing Song Qiao to involuntarily furrow her brows. Just as she was about to get up to retrieve her phone, a pair of large hands, obviously belonging to a man given their extended joints, appeared in front of her.

Song Qiao was slightly stunned and instinctively looked up, only to be met with a handsome face. Upon clearly seeing the man’s features, she immediately froze on the spot.

"I’m sorry, it was my lack of attention earlier. Are you alright?" The man’s voice was deep and gentle. Though it lacked the sensuality in Jingchen’s voice, it was still very pleasant to hear. His face showed a touch of regret, making it seem as though it was indeed his fault.

Song Qiao immediately snapped back to her senses. She didn’t place her hand in his, but instead supported herself on the floor, planning to stand up on her own. However, in a split second, she felt a sharp pain in her hand that caused her to involuntarily gasp. When she looked at her palm, she couldn’t help but frown.

Her palm was somehow cut by a small piece of glass that had lodged into the flesh, causing a lot of blood to flow from the wound, which looked gruesomely mangled.

The man’s gaze shifted from her face to her hand, and his brows immediately knit together in concern. He had noticed that Song Qiao didn’t want him to help her up, preferring to do it herself. Withdrawing his hand, he crouched down but quickly reached out again, taking her injured hand into his own to examine closely, saying, "Someone had broken a glass here earlier, and it might not have been cleaned up properly. The cut isn’t very deep, but you should still come with me to get it disinfected, otherwise, an infection could be bad later."

Upon hearing his words, Song Qiao didn’t immediately understand. Only when she glanced at the man again did she notice he was wearing a white lab coat, indicating that he was a doctor at this hospital.

Intending to withdraw her hand subconsciously, she replied indifferently, "It’s no trouble, I’ll just have a nurse take care of it later."

The man fixed his gaze on her face, a warm smile appearing as his tone remained apologetic, "After all, it’s my fault that you ended up like this. If you go to the nurse, they might charge you a fee. It might be better for me to tend to it personally, free of charge." After a moment of thought, he added, "I might even end up paying you."

Song Qiao, "..."

"Miss." Just then, another voice broke in, seemingly a bit breathless.

Song Qiao instinctively turned around and saw a middle-aged man running towards them. Upon a closer look, she found him vaguely familiar and belatedly realized it was the taxi driver who had brought her there.

The taxi driver ran up to Song Qiao, handed her the handbag in his possession, and with a smile, the simple and honest driver explained to her, "Miss, you left your handbag in the car. I was planning to wait for you outside, but I have to go pick up my son, so I’ve brought it to you. Fortunately, I found you."