Zhan Ruoqing found a doctor to see Yu Guanqun. The wound was soaked in water and became inflamed. The doctor put him on an intravenous drip and prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs.
Yu Guanqun squinted his eyes in confusion. Seeing that he had lost his usual flamboyant demeanor, Lan Cun'er asked Zhan Ruoqing a little worriedly:
"Mom, do you want to send him to the hospital? His grandfather is very nervous about him. If there is any trouble, he can help."
The most important thing is that if he makes any mistake, he will be in disaster.
"No need, the doctor said everything is fine."
"oh."
Looking away, she met Zhan Ruoqing's very apologetic gaze. Lan Cun'er remembered that she had sworn not to talk to her mother, but now seeing her looking at her like this, her heart softened again.
No matter what, she is a mother, and she usually loves her so much. Maybe they really have some unavoidable reasons. Oh, it's really annoying.
"Mom, I'm sorry for making you worry."
Finally unable to bear seeing her mother's pleading eyes, Lan Cun'er lowered her head and apologized. Her parents were old, so why bother? However, Yu Guanqun was so annoying that she didn't know how to deal with him. Without him, she could be free.
"No, it's your parents who are sorry for you. However, I think Guanqun is doing well. If he hadn't come back with you dripping wet, I wouldn't want to live anymore."
Zhan Ruoqing wiped her tears gently, feeling lingering fear in her heart. She was very grateful to Yu Guanqun, and her affection for Yu Guanqun increased sharply. She hesitated to explain the truth, but she couldn't say it out, so she had to repeat:
"Cun'er, no matter what, we are sorry for you. The living conditions at home are not good. You have been wronged for so many years."
Seeing her mother blaming herself, Lan Cun'er felt deeply guilty and sighed: "Mom, what are you talking about? It's my fault. I always get angry at you. Okay, let him go home after he wakes up."
.never mind."
Zhan Ruoqing looked a little weird, but she didn't ask after all, and said quietly: "Okay, you have to work harder to take care of him tonight."
Being a caregiver is not an easy job, especially for Lan Cun'er, who has no knowledge in this field and is often cared for by her parents.
After a while, he cried out in pain for a drink of water. She poured the water hurriedly for a while, and found that it was too hot. She repeatedly poured out half of the water and added cold water, then poured it out and added cold water until it was suitable.
After a while, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and she had to wipe his sweat and change him to an ice towel to cool him down.
So tired and sleepy!
It was late at night, and his fever had subsided, but she was also tired and wanted to sleep. But her room only had a bed and no sofa, so how could she sleep?
In order to offset her sleepiness, she kept wiping his face, which was no longer sweating. That perfect face, with thick eyebrows, straight nose, and thin lips firmly pressed, was really handsome.
He is sleeping soundly like this, and his inner meaning is more than his playful appearance, which makes people confused about what kind of person he is?
Unknowingly, she stopped and studied his face quietly, down to every hair, and noticed that there was a hint of sweetness in the air without even realizing it.
"Whoever dares to touch my woman, I will castrate him."
"Your life is mine, wake up quickly."
Lan Cun'er rubbed his sore eyes and said to himself: "Why did I hear him talking?"
No, he still pursed his thin lips tightly. She couldn't help but blush at her fantasy. At the moment when her life was hanging by a thread, he descended like a god from the sky, wiped out all enemies, and saved her. After several life-saving graces,
Except for the abominable thing about Wen Zeyu, he is much better than the old man, and he still has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges in handling things, except for his annoying cheating, of course.
Thinking of this makes me angry.
Carrying the flame, she climbed onto the bed, suppressed her shyness, and lay down beside him, then kicked him unceremoniously, pushing him to the edge of the bed until she could no longer retreat.
Listening to his even rising and falling breathing, her face started to feel hot again. In the past, she would lie down on the bed first and then he would occupy it domineeringly. Now, is she throwing herself into his arms?
Who said, this is my bed! There is nothing to be shy about.