Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 224: I Need to Use the Restroom

The dagger’s cold light pierced the scene.

Josephine froze, instinctively shrinking back.

"Watch out--" Julian Grant’s roaring shout almost broke through the noise of the night market.

Without time to think, he dashed forward like an arrow, yanking Josephine harshly behind him, facing the blade himself.

"Whizz--"

Palm.

His left arm was slashed open by the blade, deep enough to see bone, blood instantly soaked through the sleeve.

But Julian Grant couldn’t care about the pain.

He grabbed the assailant’s wrist with his right hand, using the momentum to slam the person onto the cobblestone road.

"Ugh." The assailant fell heavily, the dagger clattering away.

The thug was ferocious, immediately reaching out to grab the dagger.

Josephine snapped back to reality, hurriedly kicking the dagger away.

"Bam bam!" Julian Grant pounded two blows onto the thug’s temple.

"Plop!" The thug groaned, knocked out cold.

"Julian, why are you here?"

"I’m fine."

But before Julian Grant could catch his breath.

"Vroooom vroooom!"

Two piercing motorcycle engines suddenly erupted at the street corner.

Two more thugs on motorcycles charged over!

They wore black helmets, steel pipes hanging from the handlebars, ramming recklessly through the crowded people.

"Ahhh--"

Tourists screamed and scattered, instantly clearing a space in the night market.

"Julian." Josephine turned pale, hurriedly standing next to Julian Grant.

Things got worse.

The thug who was slammed down earlier clambered up and called over four or five accomplices from the shadows.

Each wielding a bat and tucking a switchblade, they formed a fan shape surrounding Julian Grant and Josephine in the center.

"Julian, what do we do!" Josephine clutched Julian Grant’s bleeding hand, her voice trembling, "We need to call the police!"

"No time!" Julian pushed her further behind him, his eyes cold like ice.

If fighting barehanded.

Seven or eight people weren’t a problem.

The issue was, each held a weapon in their hands.

And he had to watch out for Josephine.

So, he needed to be careful.

"Together."

"Move." Julian Grant tugged Josephine aside.

At the same time, kicking the leading thug two to three meters away.

"Crash--" A loud bang.

The thug flew into the lantern frame by the road.

Red silk lanterns scattered with a "whoosh", the warm light snuffed out halfway.

The remaining thugs, seeing this, immediately brandished bats and switchblades, rushing forward.

Steel pipes swung forcefully, aiming straight for Julian Grant’s face.

Julian Grant pressed his bleeding wound with his left hand, grabbing a sweeping bat with his right hand.

With a twist, "crack," he snatched the bat away.

Retaliating, he slammed the thug’s knee.

"Ah!" The thug screamed, collapsing to the ground.

Julian Grant seized the chance to snatch the spring knife from the thug’s waist, the blade tip pointing at another’s throat, forcing the man to retreat repeatedly.

The motorbike thugs seeing this, also rushed to help.

The two abandoned their vehicles, holding steel pipes, attacking Julian Grant from both sides.

"Swish swish---" One steel pipe scraped his back and hit the cobblestone.

As sparks flew.

Julian Grant had already turned, slicing the opponent’s arm with the spring knife, blood dripped down the steel pipe.

"Josephine, don’t just stay there!" Julian Grant, while blocking, glanced distractedly at Josephine.

He knew he couldn’t be entangled.

But seven to eight people attacked in turns, bats and steel pipes incessantly assaulting from all directions.

His arms and legs quickly acquired new injuries, his movements gradually slowing down.

One thug found a gap, circling behind Julian Grant, slamming the bat hard at the back of his head.

"Julian, watch out." Josephine’s heart stopped, she grabbed a lantern frame at her feet, throwing it at the thug’s head.

"Bang!"

The lantern frame snapped on impact.

The thug hissed in pain, viciously turning, shoving the knife at Josephine.

"Josephine dodge." Julian Grant turned swiftly, slicing the opponent’s wrist with the spring knife, the bat clattered to the ground.

Meanwhile.

The other thug swung a steel pipe, hitting his rib.

"Ugh!" Julian Grant gasped, stumbled into Josephine.

"Julian!" Josephine held him, hurriedly pulling an electric stun gun from her bag.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The powerful electric shock caught the thug off guard, knocking him out cold.

The surrounding people shrieked, "Someone is committing murder on the street, call the police."

"Quick, call over the security there..."

Julian Grant gritted his teeth, standing firm, guarding Josephine close, gripping the spring knife in his blood-drenched hand: "It’s not over yet."

He knew he must act swiftly.

If delayed, he might bleed to death.

His sharp gaze swept around.

Suddenly noticed the fire hydrant not far away.

During the chaos, a tourist accidentally bumped open the valve, water flowing down the cobblestone road.

Julian’s eyes hardened, pulling Josephine back toward the water.

The thugs chased after them, slipping on the wet ground, their movements instantly faltered.

Julian Grant seized the opportunity, slashing one’s pant leg with the spring knife. Using the broken stick to pin another’s chest, driving them into retreat.

"Bang bang bang bang--"

Seven or eight thugs could gain no advantage.

Half already down.

The remaining three hesitated, afraid to advance.

"Woo woo!"

At this moment, distant urgent police sirens pierced the night, red lights glowing.

The thugs’ faces changed drastically.

"Retreat quickly!"

Exchanging glances, the two motorcyclists were the first to jump on their bikes, the rest also bolted away, vanishing into the alley in seconds.

Julian couldn’t hold on anymore, slid down against the wall, gasping.

Josephine promptly squatted, pressing his still bleeding left arm, voice choked: "Hang in there, the police are here, the ambulance will be here soon..."

Julian Grant raised his hand, using blood-stained fingertips to wipe away her tears, smiled: "Why cry... I’m fine... as long as you’re not hurt..."

Before finishing speaking.

His head tilted, consciousness blurred, hand hung weakly down.

"Julian! Julian Grant!" Josephine’s cries mingled with sirens, piercing in the bustling night market.

The water kept spreading.

Soaking Julian’s bloodstained clothes, also covering Josephine’s trembling fingertips.

In the siren’s echo.

Medical staff rushed into the night market with a stretcher, quickly lifting the unconscious Julian Grant onto the car.

Josephine clutched his bloodstained clothes, fixated on his pale face, repeatedly confirming he was still breathing, barely suppressing the sob in her throat.

"Take him to the hospital quickly."

The ambulance sped toward the nearest hospital.

"Julian, hold on, we’re almost at the hospital."

Ten minutes later.

At the hospital.

Julian Grant was directly rushed into the emergency room.

The doctor treating the wound.

Josephine stood outside, watching through the glass window, the stitches running through the flesh on his left arm.

Many bruises painted startlingly with iodine, tears pounding on the corridor tiles.

An hour later.

The emergency room door opened.

"Doctor, how is he?"

"The patient lost a lot of blood, there’s a risk of infection, must stay in the hospital for observation."

Soon after.

The nurse pushed Julian Grant out.

"First, get the hospital admission procedures done."

"Alright, I’ll do it right away." Josephine followed the nurse, pushing Julian Grant into the ward.

Soon after.

She hurriedly took care of the admission procedures.

Then, cooperated with the police to give a statement.

...

After finishing everything.

It was already past 10 o’clock at night.

She entered the hospital room.

Julian Grant had not yet woken up, lying with closed eyes on the hospital bed.

Josephine Thompson sat by the bedside, soaking a towel in warm water, gently wiping away the blood and cold sweat from his face.

Julian Grant had lost a lot of blood, sleeping deeply.

Yet his brow remained furrowed, as if still enduring pain.

"Josephine... Josephine, step aside..."

Josephine Thompson listened, her eyes burning with tears.

She held his uninjured hand, soothing him softly, "I’m here, I’m fine, just rest well."

As the night deepened.

Julian Grant’s breathing became rapid, his face flushed unnaturally.

Josephine Thompson quickly pressed the call bell.

"What’s wrong?"

"He seems very uncomfortable, and his body temperature is very high."

The nurse listened and took his temperature.

Five minutes later.

The nurse glanced at the thermometer, "39.5 degrees, high fever."

Josephine Thompson was worried, "Oh my, could this burn his brain?"

Nurse: "Inflammatory reaction caused by wound infection, first physical cooling, then antibiotics."

After speaking.

The nurse brought ice packs and fever patches.

Josephine Thompson helped place the ice packs under Julian Grant’s armpits, then carefully adhered the fever patch to his forehead, her movements so gentle as if afraid to break him.

The liquid in the infusion tube dripped slowly.

Julian Grant’s lips were dry and cracked, occasionally muttering, "Josephine! Don’t go!"

"Josephine, I was wrong, beg you to come back to me... Josephine, I truly love you..."

Josephine Thompson sat by the bed, continuously cooling his body with an ice towel.

Listening to his unconscious murmurings.

Tears couldn’t help but fall from her eyes: "I’m here, don’t worry, I’ve always been here..."

She knew he liked her.

But she didn’t know that his feelings for her were so deep.

If it weren’t for Julian Grant.

She likely would have really died long ago.

"Julian, rest well, when you’re better we will..."

Josephine Thompson held back tears, completely opening her heart to him.

Sometimes...

People cannot control the course of destiny.

Feelings can shift, and won’t remain unchanged.

But...

Having it is eternal.

Unconcerned with lasting forever, only caring about once having.

She might truly need to be brave once.

"Cough... Josephine... it hurts so much!" Julian Grant was dizzy with fever, his lips crusted over.

Josephine Thompson kept vigil the whole night.

Every half hour, checking Julian Grant’s forehead.

Every ten minutes, changing the cooling ice towel.

Until it was almost dawn.

His body temperature slowly dropped below 38 degrees.

The morning light filtered through the window into the hospital room, falling on Julian Grant’s gradually relaxed brow.

Josephine Thompson watched his finally steady breathing, leaning tiredly against the bed.

She held his hand, closing her eyes for a moment of rest.

As long as he could recover, the fatigue was worth it.

...

A little past seven in the morning.

Julian Grant awoke in a daze.

"Ahh..." He opened his eyes, suddenly aware of the intense pain all over.

His arm had over 30 stitches, while his back and shoulder blades also bore knife wounds.

Now the anesthesia had worn off.

Every part of him hurt.

"Ouch, it hurts terribly!"

Opening his eyes.

Suddenly he saw Josephine Thompson leaning against the bed.

"Josephine."

Having cared for him all night, Josephine Thompson was asleep from fatigue.

Seeing this, Julian Grant looked at her asleep with both tenderness and affection, not wanting to wake her.

"Ow, damn, I need to pee!"

He struggled to sit up, intending to use the bathroom.

He didn’t want to disturb Josephine Thompson.

But with an IV in one hand and stitches recently in the other arm.

Movement was difficult.

Julian Grant gritted his teeth, carefully shifting his body, afraid to exert much force with either hand, using his free right hand to support himself on the mattress to sit up slowly.

As soon as he exerted force.

The wound on his back sent a searing pain, he gasped, sweating at the temples.

"Ugh." He stifled a groan, reaching for the slippers at the foot of the bed.

Josephine Thompson woke with a start, suddenly opening her eyes.

She hadn’t slept deeply, easily awakened by the slightest movement.

Seeing Julian Grant standing on one foot, pale, her heart tightened, quickly getting up to support him: "You’re awake, why didn’t you call me?"

"I didn’t want to disturb you..." Julian Grant’s voice was hoarse with pain, trying to withdraw his arm from her grasp.

"You’re so injured, what are you doing up? Lie down and rest."

"No, it’s okay, I can manage."

"Why be stubborn? Lay back down." Josephine Thompson glared at him, though her tone was full of concern.

"I... I need to use the bathroom."

"Oh, oh, then... I’ll help you over there!"

"Alright."

From the hospital room to the bathroom was only a few steps.

Yet they moved especially slowly.

For each step Julian Grant took, the wound on his back pulled painfully, sweat dripping from his temples to his collar.

Josephine Thompson carefully supported his arm.

Unfortunately!

Their height difference was too great.

Though she wanted to help him, she couldn’t apply much strength.

But Julian Grant couldn’t help but smile, the pain was real, yet the warmth in his heart was even more real.

At the bathroom door.

"Uh, I’ll help you inside."

"Okay."

Suppressing embarrassment, Josephine Thompson helped him into the bathroom.

"I’ll wait outside for you."

Julian Grant’s tone had a touch of awkwardness, "Josephine... can you help me..."

Josephine Thompson raised her eyes to look at him, "What’s wrong?"

Julian Grant tentatively said, "I can’t take off my pants, can you help undo the belt?"

"..." Josephine Thompson’s cheeks burned, staring at him blankly.

"Haha~, if it’s inconvenient, you could just find a caretaker."

Josephine Thompson hesitated for a few seconds, then obediently stepped forward, helping him unbuckle the belt.

She was always very traditional and conservative.

Even Nathaniel Gallagher, she had never helped him with his belt.

"Uh, how does this unbuckle?"

"Just press the clasp and pull to the left."

"Oh!" Josephine Thompson’s cheeks flushed, fumbling to undo the belt.

Then hesitantly helped him pull down the zipper.

As the zipper slid down slowly.

Julian Grant uncontrollably... let out a muffled grunt.

The atmosphere froze.

His breathing became uneven.

Josephine Thompson seemed to have been scalded, hurriedly pulled her hand away.

"You handle the rest yourself, I’ll, I’ll step out."

Watching her shy, flustered appearance.

Julian Grant couldn’t help but laugh, "It won’t eat you, what are you so scared of?"

"Shut up." Josephine Thompson’s cheeks burned to her ears, stumbling out of the bathroom.