Han Tian went out, and Qin Xue walked slowly to Han Ziqiao. After drinking, his whole body felt very hot. He pulled his clothes hard and murmured: "Hot, I'm so hot..."
Qin Xue leaned down, slender fingers lightly unbuttoned his clothes, and slowly placed her palms on his chest. His heart was beating "bang bang bang", Qin Xue's mouth corners raised, she lowered her head and took it in her mouth.
He touched Han Ziqiao's lips, and his hands moved restlessly towards Han Ziqiao's lower body.
She, Qin Xue, would never let go of the man she wanted.
Han Ziqiao, he may like Wen Rennuan, but she, Qin Xue, will never let the two of them be together, never!
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Yangyang asked Wen Rennuan to take him back. At this time, only An Yi and Lai Qijun were left in the hospital ward. Lai Qijun had been sleeping for a long time and never woke up, and An Yi did not bother him. Leng Fei Qingyi
A recliner was placed next to Lai Qijun's hospital bed. Seeing that Lai Qijun was fast asleep, An Yi went over to rest.
Drowsily, she didn't know how long she had slept, but she vaguely seemed to hear bursts of moaning. An Yi woke up suddenly and saw Lai Qijun's cheeks dyed with a natural blush. She secretly screamed, "It's not good."
He quickly got up and reached out to touch his forehead. Oh my god, it was so hot!
"Lai Qijun, Lai Qijun!" An Yi pushed him carefully.
Moans came from his throat, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
An Yi hurriedly rang the bell in the nurse's duty room, and soon a nurse came over. An Yi said anxiously: "Is Dr. Leng here? Go and tell Dr. Leng that he has a fever!"
When the nurse heard this, she didn't dare to neglect, turned around and ran away.
Leng Feijing came quickly. He slept in the duty room and didn't go far. He was also afraid that the wound would cause a high fever, but he didn't expect it to be avoided. He came over and checked it carefully before Leng Feijing said: "Go to the duty room."
Salt water, need to be dripped!"
The nurse nodded and went out. An Yi asked anxiously: "Is he okay? Why did he suddenly have a fever?"
"High fevers caused by wounds occur more frequently. Don't worry, I will take care of it." Leng Feijing was particularly concerned about Lai Qijun this time. For the sake of An Yi, he couldn't let anything happen to Lai Qijun.
Even after hearing what Leng Feijing said, An Yi was still extremely anxious.
The intravenous drip was put on Lai Qijun, the nurse went out, but Leng Feijing hadn't left yet. An Yi couldn't help but said: "Doctor Leng, he looks very uncomfortable. Is it really okay?"
Leng Feijing turned around and said, "Well, I'll prepare a quick towel and soak it in alcohol. You can put it on his forehead. This will make him feel a little more comfortable."
"Yeah." An Yi nodded quickly.
The towel was brought and placed on Lai Qijun's forehead. Seeing that his brows were still frowning, An Yi held down his hand, and his palm felt hot. An Yi suddenly felt distressed. She didn't know that Lai Qijun had been there these days.
How much suffering did he endure? It would be unbearable for anyone. He had been pampered since he was a child, so he probably had never experienced such suffering.
In the middle of the night, Lai Qijun woke up. His fever had not gone away, and his intravenous drip had been removed. An Yi rubbed his eyes and held his hand: "How do you feel?"
But he frowned: "Why are you sleeping here? Didn't Dr. Leng prepare a recliner for you?"
"You have a fever, did you know that? Dr. Leng came over just now to put an IV on you, and you kept humming. Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
Lai Qijun was stunned, and raised his hand to touch his forehead. He was lying down all over, and he didn't feel how hot he was at this moment. Speaking of which, his body felt uncomfortable and tight, and he felt like he wanted to vomit.
But seeing An Yi staying by his bedside and taking care of him like this, he felt that he couldn't bear it.
He forced a smile and said, "I'm much better, Yi'er, you can go and rest."
"You lied to me, how can you feel comfortable when you are so hot?" An Yi refused to leave, and changed the towel on his forehead, sighing and saying, "Sometimes I feel like you are made of iron, why don't you know how to feel uncomfortable?
?" In fact, she also said this. As long as it is a person, who would not know how uncomfortable it is. Lai Qijun just didn't want to say it, and she knew it in her heart.
Lai Qijun still smiled, but stopped talking.
An Yi got closer to him and asked in a low voice: "Tell me what's wrong with you. Doctor Leng is in the duty room outside. He hasn't left."
He shook his head and said, "Yi'er, why don't you help me up and sit for a while, I feel a little uncomfortable lying down."
"Okay." She stood up and helped him. Since he had just undergone surgery, An Yi moved very carefully. She put a pillow behind him and then sat down again.
Lai Qijun closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. It was obvious that he hadn't eaten anything, but his stomach felt uncomfortable and tight, as if he wanted to vomit, but he didn't know what he could vomit out.
"Lai Qijun, what's wrong?" she asked him in a low voice.
He opened his eyes and looked at her, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and whispered: "I was thinking about you accompanying me back to Lai Mansion. Yi'er, we will never be separated again."
An Yi lowered his head: "Why are you thinking so much? Taking good care of yourself first is the most important thing. If you have a fever again, you will have to stay in the hospital for a long time!"
She gritted her teeth and said, but Lai Qijun wanted to laugh: "Yes, I know." He suddenly felt a little like An Yi's fierce look, because he knew it was for his own good.
At this time, Lai Qijun was as well-behaved as a child. An Yi felt inexplicably uncomfortable when she saw it. It turns out that no matter how high-minded a person is, he still has a childish side. She had never seen him before, and she always felt that Lai Qijun was a devil and a cold-blooded person.
An incomparable person. But after getting in touch with him, I realized that the real Lai Qijun was not like that at all.
After sitting with him for a while, An Yi stood up and said, "Lie down."
She stretched out her hand and saw that he suddenly stood up and pressed his palm slightly against his stomach.
"Lai Qijun!" An Yi was startled. He raised his hand to signal her not to help him. After a long while, she heard him hiss and say, "I don't know why, I feel a little nauseous."
"Don't move, I'll call Doctor Leng!"
"Don't." He held her hand and forced a smile, "Don't make a fuss and make me look like I'm made of glass. Just sit for a while, Yi'er, sit with me for a while."
After sitting quietly with him for a while, she saw his brows relaxed slightly, and An Yi's tense heart relaxed, and she whispered: "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. You are already in the hospital, what else is there?"
Are you sorry?" Seeing him not saying anything made An Yi feel uneasy.
Lai Qijun smiled happily. Although he was feeling uncomfortable now, he was happy in his heart. He was really happy. He held An Yi's hand tightly and spoke in a low voice: "As long as you are by my side, I won't feel uncomfortable no matter how uncomfortable you are.