Fenghua walked to the bedside, looked at the patient's pale face, and sighed softly.
If she had taken action earlier, he would not have been injured...
"Why are you sighing?" came a weak voice.
Yelujun slowly opened his eyes, looked at her face, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He wanted to sit up, but Fenghua held his shoulders: "Don't get up, your wound hasn't healed yet, you need to have a good rest."
Yelujun felt warm in his heart, and he lay down obediently, but his hand grabbed her shoulder, "You care about me..."
"This is as it should be."
Fenghua wanted to retract her hand, but he held it tighter.
"What are you doing?" Fenghua was a little embarrassed. He couldn't even shrink. He was also embarrassed to be stiff. If he forced his hand back, he was afraid of hurting him...
"This is the first time I've seen you look shy. It's really cute..." Yelujun smiled, the corners of his mouth raised high, and his pale lips seemed to be stained with a little blood.
"You-" Fenghua suddenly felt embarrassed, so embarrassed that he didn't know where to look.
"Your injuries are serious. Take a good rest and you will recover." Thinking of his injuries, Feng Hua frowned again.
The injuries on his body were really serious.
It would be great if the miracle doctor Gui Jianchou was here, but unfortunately, since the day Yelujun came to the throne, he left without saying goodbye!
No one knows where he went.
"Don't worry, I will get better." Yelujun saw her worry and comforted her instead.
"I have asked Qingfeng to release the news. I will definitely find Gui Jianchou. If you can find him, your injuries will recover faster."
Gui Jianchou's medical skills are the most amazing. With the medicine he prepared, the wound can be healed in three to five to seven days.
"Yeah." Seeing her so worried about her own injury, Yelujun felt sweet in his heart and felt an indescribable feeling of happiness.
"You have a good rest, I won't disturb you anymore." Fenghua successfully pulled back his hand and left the room in a hurry.
Closing the door, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Why do I feel more and more embarrassed when facing him now?
It was all because he always made some intimate gestures to her when no one was around. To her, shaking hands was already a show of intimacy.
She really doesn't get used to it.
Coming to another room, Fenghua gently opened the door and saw the sick man sleeping. He thought to himself that it was better not to disturb him. As he was about to leave, a dry voice came from behind:
"Is it Fenghua?"
Alas, it was still discovered.
Fenghua had no choice but to turn around and sit on the edge of the bed.
Han Qingjue slowly opened his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I knew it must be you."
"Looking at your complexion, you look pretty good."
"That's because I saw you." Han Qingjue couldn't help but tease.
"Huh?" Fenghua raised his eyebrows, "You will still make fun of me, which proves that you are really fine."
His injury was a little less serious than Yelujun's, but it was still serious. But judging from his complexion and mental state, it was obvious that he was recovering well!
"If you come to see me more often and stay with me, I think I will get better faster." Fenghua smiled: "I think we should bring Guo Jing over and let you quarrel with him. You will be better."
It’s faster!”
For some reason, she never felt embarrassed when she was with Han Qingjue, no matter how much he teased her!
"Why mention that beggar? It really ruins the atmosphere!"