Man, what's wrong with you?

"Why are you so stubborn?" Jeremy sighed, not knowing what else to say. He just focused his energy on driving as fast and as
steadily as possible.
After a while, Jeremy's phone started ringing. It kept ringing and ringing but Jeremy wasn't even considering answering it.
This irritated Sherry so she said coldly, "Can't you just hang up the phone?"
Upon hearing this, Jeremy nervously raised his eyebrows. In a hurry, he took his phone out as if he was afraid of being scolded
further.
It was Steve who was calling. After hesitating for a while, he answered it.
"Jeremy, which hospital did you take Sherry to? I'm coming," Steve said anxiously.
Hearing that Steve seemed to be in such a hurry, Jeremy was a bit displeased. He answered indifferently, "City Central Hospital."
Jeremy was a step ahead of them anyway and he drove quite fast. Steve only delayed for a while but when he came out, Jeremy
and Sherry had already left.
"Okay!" After hanging up the phone, Steve slammed his foot on the gas pedal, speeding off.
Chester sped up and followed closely behind it.
Finally, Jeremy arrived at the City Central Hospital. Even though it was relatively near the venue, he still felt like it took forever for
them to get here.
He got out of the car, walked to the passenger seat, opened the door and looked at Sherry.
Her hair was sticking to her since she was sweating profusely. Her lips were bitten and she was horribly pale.
With great concern, Jeremy bent over to unfasten her seat belt and carried her out of the car.
Sherry shrank into his arms. Even the slightest movement was very painful for her so she slightly hissed, "Hmm..."
"We're already in the hospital. You just have to wait a little while more. You'll be fine soon," Jeremy tried to comfort her in a soft
voice.
In a trance, she was in a haze as she looked at Jeremy.

'It's Jeremy and even after everything, he can still comfort me with that soft voice of his. Interesting.'
Still, that didn't change the fact that she didn't care anymore.
Sherry was in a daze as she noticed Jeremy's blood-stained clothes.
When the nurses saw Jeremy's blood-stained shirt, they were shocked. They hurried over to him and asked, "Sir, are you hurt?"
Jeremy was much more relaxed now. He explained softly, "It's not my blood. It's hers. Please help her."
Outside the treatment room, Jeremy sat on a bench. The nurses that passed by decided to give him some water and tissue.
Before long, Steve and Chester had arrived at hospital. As soon as Jeremy saw Chester, he became serious.
"What happened? How long has she been in there?" Steve asked anxiously, sweating profusely and gasping for breath.
In contrast, Jeremy was much calmer. "Just a while ago. She should be coming out soon."
For a while, Steve kept pacing back and forth. Finally, he settled on the bench where Jeremy was.
All three men looked grim as they tried to suppress their anxiety about the situation. Steve sighed as he muttered, "Why isn't the
doctor coming out yet?"
They were all worried about Sherry and every second that passed was torture to them.
Lying on the bed, Sherry felt as if she was about to collapse from the pain.
The bright lights slightly blinded Sherry. The doctor was dabbing her wound with cotton that was soaked in alcohol. After which,
he carefully ripped the skin off from her back.
The wound was deep as the glass had sunk into her flesh, puncturing several blood vessels.
She had about three wounds as several shards of glass punctured her back.
"I'm going to take out the fragments now. If you feel pain, you can shout so that you'll feel better," the doctor said to her.
Sherry shook her head and said, "I'm fine, doctor. You can start."
Her voice was trembling as she spoke. No matter what she said, it was still going to hurt anyway.

Some women would scream even with a small cut, not to mention that so many pieces of fragments had been stabbed in her
back.
As the doctor carefully took out shard after shard, Sherry felt as if she was going to faint from the pain.
Tears almost filled her eyes but she shook her head, trying to be composed.
She took a deep breath as she tried to recall the fragments of her past.
What kind of pain was it? This wasn't painful at all.
She still remembered the days when she was tortured to death. Those painful memories hardened her guts.
Jeremy had caused her so much pain. His cruelty, his coldness, and his words made her heart ache.
She was so silly back then. She loved everything about him beyond reason. She would smile when he did which was rare. She
would be upset when he got angry at her. It was almost as if she was his doll.
Fortunately, she had endured the pain. If it weren't for his ruthlessness, she wouldn't be as strong as she was now.
Internal scars were much worse than physical ones. Now that her internal scars were already healed, no one could hurt her
anymore.
She felt another shard of glass being taken out once more.
Sherry buried her face in the pillow, her hair haphazardly sticking to her neck and face. Despite all of this, she still didn't complain
about the pain.
Meanwhile, the doctor finally came out of the treatment room.
Jeremy and Chester stood up from the bench at the same time as they approached the doctor. In unison, they asked, "Doctor,
how is she?"
A nurse was standing behind the doctor with a tray in her hand. She looked at the three men in surprise.
All these three men were well-known and here they were, all anxious and worried about the same woman.

"I've already removed all the glass shards. She's still resting inside. You're free to go in and see her." Almost at once, the three
men turned and entered the treatment room.
Jeremy came in first, followed by Steve and Chester.
Sherry was still lying on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her long eyelashes trembling, and her hair roughly falling on her face.
"She's really strong. The wounds were so deep but she didn't scream or cry the entire time I was taking the shards of glass out,"
the doctor said with admiration.
Hearing the footsteps, Sherry slowly opened her eyes.
She raised her head and the first thing she saw was Jeremy looking at her.
He was looking at her tenderly, something he ever rarely did. His shirt was still stained with her blood but he didn't seem to care.
He just watched her quietly as if he was trying to memorize every detail about her.
She refused to admit how painful it was in front of him and even while she was being treated, she didn't even cry out. Why was
she so stubborn?
It made his heart ache to see her like this.
"Doctor, will the wound leave a scar on her back?" Steve asked, frowning and sighing.
The doctor shook his head. "Don't worry about it. The wound won't leave a scar."
Upon hearing this, Steve relaxed. He walked to the bed and found Sherry trying to sit up.
He tried to assist her but Jeremy beat him to it.
Jeremy reached out in an attempt to help Sherry but she pushed him away. "No thanks. I'll do it myself."
Jeremy frowned, obviously displeased with her indifference.
The wound on Sherry's back had just been treated. She couldn't use too much of her strength as the wound might open again.
So she was careful as she tried to sit up.

"What are you doing? Just lie on the bed," Steve said, looking at her sympathetically.
"Mr. Song, Mr. Gu, why are you here?" Sherry asked, looking pale and weak.
The doctor said a few words to Jeremy and Chester before leaving the room.
Chester said, "You attended the party on behalf of our company which was where you got the wound. I couldn't leave you alone."
Besides, it was Chester who had brought her to the party. He felt guilty and remorseful for not taking good care of her.
A trace of guilt appeared on Chester's handsome face. At a loss for words, Sherry lowered her voice and said, "Thank you, Mr.
Gu."
Seeing that she was fine, Steve stopped frowning and went to the other side of the bed. "You got injured in my party. How could I
not come here and check up on you?"
A little embarrassed, she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song. I ruined your birthday party."
Steve shook his head and said, "No, you didn't. It wasn't your fault."
Sherry cast a glance at the people around her. She felt a little flustered as they were all staring at her.
"I assure you that I'll definitely find out who did this!" Steve said grimly.
Steve reached out and held her hand. "Make sure you rest up. I'll make sure the person who did this to you pays!"
Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows when he saw that Steve had grasped her hand.
Sherry didn't expect that Steve would suddenly do this so she quickly withdrew her hand from his and said, "Mr. Song, you need
to go back now! After all, it's your birthday party."
Although she withdrew her hand immediately, it could still be seen from Jeremy's face that he was quite unhappy. He stood
beside her without saying a word.
"It's fine. Someone else is handling things over there," Steve replied simply.
"But isn't that impolite? It's your birthday and people came to see you. If you're not there because of me, I wouldn't know what to
say!"

Steve burst into laughter. The mood had lightened up a bit now as he spoke, "You... You're so considerate."
Sherry was speechless as she smiled awkwardly. "So, you need to go back right away!"
Biting his lips, Steve stared into Sherry's eyes, heaving a small sigh of relief. "Well, I guess I should be going. You should stay
here and rest well. Don't worry about anything. I promise to make it up to you."
The waitress was insisting that someone had bumped into her but she couldn't pinpoint who it was that had bumped into her. He
wasn't going to let this go.
At first, Sherry just wanted to let it go. After all, it was already done, she had already been hurt. Even if she found out who it was,
she couldn't do anything about it anyway.
But at the same time, there was a part of her that was suspicious. She didn't like the idea that someone out there thought that
they could just bully her.
"Thank you," Sherry said politely.
Steve smiled back and reminded her to rest again. After bidding his goodbye to Jeremy and Chester, he left.
In the room, the smell of disinfectant still filled the air and only their breathing could be heard.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward as they all felt a bit uncomfortable. The air around them was a bit tense.