Otoya went to the inner room to warm up the soup. In fact, the indispensable advantage of a high-level ward is that it is a suite design and has everything it should have.
He brought out the soup, filled a bowl for Xiaonian, and asked him to sit and drink it. Then he brought another bowl and gave it to Fu Lingzhi.
Her chest still hurt. It was probably because her breathing was pulling on the wound, and it hurt when she breathed in or out. She held it back and pretended to be nonchalant.
Fu Lingzhi looked at the soup in her hand, "Did you make it? Did you run home to make soup in the middle of the night? Do you know it's dangerous to be alone? And it's cold! Just ask Mother Liu to prepare it and send it over!"
Otoya smiled and said nothing. Who can do it? But she wanted to do something for him so that he could get better quickly. "You can finally eat, can I be unhappy?"
"I'll drink it myself."
Otoya hesitated. His hands were wrapped in so many bandages, and his left and right arms were stabbed deeply and the wounds were large. He needed more than twenty stitches in total. There was a risk of rupture if he moved.
"Let me feed you. You are a patient." Otoya didn't care.
Fu Lingzhi suddenly darkened his face and snatched the bowl from her hand, "I'll do it myself!"
Otoya understood that his pride was causing trouble, and thought for a while, "Then drink slowly, it's still hot. Also, be careful with your hands, otherwise it will be very painful if you touch the wound."
"You don't need to remind me." His voice became cold for no reason. Yinmi was stunned. Xiaonian also stopped when he heard the sound. He glanced at Fu Lingzhi timidly and pursed his lips.
Otoya sighed, the patient's emotions are always much more sensitive, and it is easy to overthink. A good person suddenly cannot move and needs others to take care of everything. It is strange that he is not annoyed. Very literary
What's more, Fu Lingzhi's temper is obvious. This is normal, and it's better than holding it in. But it has only been ten days, and his wounds have not healed completely, many broken muscles have not been reconnected, and his nerve coordination has not returned to normal.
, you can’t do it yourself at all.
Fu Lingzhi held the handle of the spoon with his right hand, dug into the bowl, and finally scooped up a mouthful of soup. When he put it into his mouth, he was shaken, and the full spoonful of soup spilled on the quilt, and the oily color spread.
His face was already very ugly, especially in front of Xiaonian, and he didn't want to be useless. He tried several times, but still couldn't take a sip, and he spilled more than half of the soup.
Otoya couldn't bear to see him go on like this and said cautiously, "I'll feed you. Don't force it. If you can't move it, don't move it. It's not conducive to wound healing."
Fu Lingzhi's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he looked perverse. He shouted impatiently at her, "Go away! I don't want your help! I'm not disabled yet!"
Yinmi's eyes were wet, and he took two steps back resolutely, thinking that he really shouldn't have made soup last night. He knew clearly that his soup was very strong, so he said straight to the point, "Don't be like this, Ah Zhi. You are just like this because you are sick, don't
over thinking."
Fu Lingzhi snorted lightly, showing disdain for her words. He rested his right hand and started ladling soup again, but this time, he couldn't even hold the spoon firmly, and his whole hand was trembling weakly.
He was anxious and used too much force. The gauze quickly turned red. Otomi was startled and quickly came over and held his hand to prevent him from moving, "Fu Lingzhi!"
Fu Lingzhi froze, with an embarrassed look on his face, and anger emerged from his eyes. He simply pushed her away with great force. Otoya fell to the ground without any precautions. She quickly covered her chest and held back.
There was a bone-piercing pain in his heart, and he hung his head very low to prevent him from seeing his tears. He just felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
But Fu Lingzhi didn't know that he suddenly smashed the bowl to the ground in frustration, causing the soup to splash everywhere.
Such a huge noise almost deafened Otoya's ears. She looked over in disbelief. The bowl of soup she was holding on to almost desperately was just thrown away by him without any meaning!
Her heart was twitching, and she couldn't restrain her tears, but she still couldn't hold back her tears. The sadness hurt her bones. He could push her away, but he shouldn't throw away the bowl of soup!
Fu Lingzhi regretted it as soon as he threw it away. He really didn't know what was going on recently. His temper was getting worse day by day. The fire that could not be vented was accumulated in his chest, preventing him from relaxing.
Every time he didn't want to get angry, every time he tried hard to restrain himself, he still hurt her. After hurting her, he regretted it non-stop.
He is so perverted! Is he sick? Is he hopeless?
When Xiaonian saw his mother being pushed to the ground by his father, he ran to Fu Lingzhi's bedside, grabbed his arm with his little hands, opened his mouth and bit down hard.
Fu Lingzhi screamed in pain. He wanted to throw Xiaonian away, but he was afraid of hurting him, so he kept holding on. The sutured area split open again, and blood poured out.
Otoya panicked when he saw this, "Xiaonian! Xiaonian, you've hurt your father! Let go, let go!"
She ran over to pick him up and pulled him away, but Xiaonian still refused and grabbed Fu Lingzhi's arm tightly, her sharp tiger teeth piercing his arm.
Fu Ling bent down to relieve the pain, and held the bed sheet tightly with his other hand, almost tearing it to pieces.
Otoya spent a lot of effort to pull Xiaonian away, but she still couldn't bear to scold him. She sobbed and said helplessly, "How can Xiaonian bite daddy's hand? The injury on daddy's hand hasn't healed yet, but you are so cruel.
If you bite him, it will hurt him! If you continue to be disobedient like this, mom will not like you!"
Xiaonian opened his mouth, and there were blood stains on his teeth. He cried loudly, "He... bullied Mom, bad guy! Big bad guy!"
Otoya saw him crying and screaming, so pitiful. She held him in her arms and coaxed him gently, "Don't cry, Xiaonian. Dad doesn't blame you, and mom doesn't blame you either. Stop crying..."
Fu Lingzhi felt even more uncomfortable when he saw this. He didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong. He couldn't control his temper. Whenever he got angry, he had to let it out! Otherwise, it would be uncomfortable to hold it in. But she felt uncomfortable too, and so did Xiaonian.
Why did something that was originally good turn into this?
A deep sense of powerlessness came over him, and he simply threw the quilt over his face, blocking out all the crying and light, out of sight and out of mind.
After a long time, Otoya's crying voice reached his ears.
"Fu Lingzhi, I know you are in a bad mood, I know you want to get angry, and I also know you can't adapt. So I have been putting up with you and letting you make trouble, which will make you feel better. You can do whatever you want to me.
But don’t scare Xiaonian. He is still young and ignorant, so he can be easily frightened."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps coming from near and far away. When he lifted up the quilt and looked, they were no longer in the room.