The needle in Manshu's hand was pulled out at some point. She got up and walked towards Yan Zhan, trying to wake him up.
As soon as she reached out, Yan Zhan pinched her.
Yan Zhan opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes like Shura in hell, full of vigilance and murderous intent.
"Third uncle?" Manshu cried out unconsciously as his wrists hurt from his pinching.
She didn't know what Yan Zhan had gone through to react like this when others came close.
"Manman?" Yan Zhan saw clearly that it was her and quickly let go of his hand.
Manshu rubbed her wrist, which was already red.
"Uncle Third, are you uncomfortable sleeping like this? You go to my bed and sleep for a while, and I'll cook."
It was only around two o'clock in the afternoon, and she wanted to go to the museum after dinner.
"Is it still burning?" Yan Zhan came down from the bay window sill and stood up much taller than Manshu.
He touched her forehead and found that it no longer felt hot at all.
Manshu shook his head: "The fever is gone, but you must rest, and whether you were injured before..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Yan Zhan's shirt was stained with blood on his waist and abdomen.
Manshu didn't care about avoiding suspicion, so he reached out and lifted Yan Zhan's clothes.
There was a bandage wrapped around his waist and abdomen, and the bandage was still soaked in blood.
"Uncle Third, you didn't go to the hospital even if you were injured?"
When Manshu thought about how he took care of her for a day even though he was injured and had to sleep on the bay window sill, she felt guilty and distressed.
Yan Zhan glanced at his abdomen and didn't take it seriously: "Small injury."
"How could it be a minor injury? The bleeding has not stopped, it must be serious!" Manshu dragged the person out, "We are going to the hospital now. You wait for me, I will change clothes first."
"No need to go to the hospital." Yan Zhan didn't expect her to be so nervous.
"How could you not go?" Manshu's eyes were red and her voice was full of tears. "You were injured so badly and you didn't even tell me. What if the wound gets infected?"
Seeing that the little girl was about to cry, Yan Zhan quickly coaxed her: "Okay, go to the hospital, don't cry."
Hearing his compromise, Manshu burst into laughter.
"Then it's settled, I'll go change clothes."
Manshu turned back to her room and closed the bedroom door.
She changed into a knitted sweater and a skirt, and tied her hair into a bun.
"Come on, let's go out."
Because Yan Zhan was injured, Manshu put him first in everything and had to help him go.
Yan Zhan's car was parked downstairs. He wanted to drive to the hospital by himself, but Manshu refused, so the two simply called a taxi.
They went to the hospital where they worked as children.
When I was a child, the ward rounds just ended, and I saw Yan Zhan and Manshu.
He reached out and patted Manshu on the back: "Sister Manshu! Has your high fever not gone away yet?"
Both of them came to the hospital. Childhood wondered if his brother was not good at medical skills.
As soon as Manshu saw his childhood, he quickly pushed Yan Zhan to him: "Brother Nian, please help third uncle quickly, he is injured."
"What's going on?" Qi Qi handed the medical record to his assistant and led the two of them to his office, asking as he walked.
"She's worried about the minor injury." Yan Zhan glanced at Manshu.
In his opinion, this was indeed a minor injury, but the little girl didn't think so.
"Tsk..." Childhood glanced at him, "Did you bring your little wife to the hospital to show off your affection?"
"Childhood." Yan Zhan said with a warning in his tone, "You don't want the research funding?"
Childhood immediately surrendered: "Yes, yes, I will never talk nonsense again."
He stopped talking nonsense in his childhood and took off Yan Zhan's bandage in front of Manshu.
Yan Zhan had a stab wound on his lower abdomen, which was nothing to Yan Zhan.
Childhood gave him a simple treatment and re-administered medicine.