He closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed, his face turning white.
On the sofa at the end of the bed, a nurse was recording something.
Seeing the British woman, the nurse raised her head and smiled at her.
When the British woman was seen, her expression was cramped and she greeted her a little embarrassedly, "Hello, Shangguan Yasita... are you awake?"
"I woke up for a while in the middle, took the medicine, and fell asleep again."
The British woman nodded, walked in lightly, and placed the chicken soup on the cabinet next to the hospital bed.
"This is the chicken soup that Chinese people like. I went to Chinatown to ask someone to help prepare the ingredients, and then went home to cook it myself. It is good for the wound. When Shangguan Yasi wakes up, please give him some drinks."
The British woman said, turning around and leaving.
Suddenly, my wrist tightened.
The British woman was shocked and slowly lowered her head.
Shangguan Yasi woke up at some point and was tightly clasping her wrist.
The British woman smiled unnaturally and wanted to pull her hands back.
Shangguan Yasi held it and refused to let go.
The British woman struggled for a long time and couldn't break free, so she had to say, "Mr. Shangguan, are you awake?"
"Well, I've been sleeping for a long time." Shangguan Yasi's eyes were staring at the British woman tightly.
The British woman was staring at her scalp and felt numb, "Can you... please let me go? This is not very good..."
"Yes." Shangguan Yasi nodded, but did not take action.
The British woman did not dare to be too big of a struggle, for fear of pulling Shangguan Yasi's wound.
So, it was a stalemate.
The nurse didn't know what they were doing, but she felt the strange atmosphere, silently put down her work, and temporarily retreated.
The British woman struggled again.
Shangguan Yasi still did not let go.
"Mr. Shangguan, I made some chicken soup according to your Chinese methods. Do you want to drink some?" The British woman tried every means to let Shangguan Yasi let go.
"My hands are inconvenient." Shangguan Yasi said.
This is the truth.
He had a fracture in his right hand, a thick plaster, and a little drip in his left hand, so it was impossible for him to drink chicken soup.
What's more, there was a broken rib.
"Let go first, I'll serve you a bowl," said the British woman.
Shangguan Yasi glanced at her deeply and let out a sigh of relief.
The British woman breathed a long sigh of relief, put out half a bowl of soup, and delivered it to Shangguan Yasi, "Mr. Shangguan."
"My hands are inconvenient, so let's put them on first." Shangguan Yasi was not interested in chicken soup. His deep eyes kept staring at the British woman, thinking about something.
The British woman's scalp was numb because of her sight and she didn't dare to look him in the eyes. "I'll ask the nurse to come in and help?"
As he said that, he was going to call someone.
"The nurse has gone far away," said Shangguan Yasi.
The British woman was shocked and went over to confirm.
It was discovered that the nurse had indeed left.
At the door, there were only two bodyguards guarding.
"How did you know she's gone...?"
"Listen to the sound of footsteps." Shangguan Yasi said calmly.
Footsteps?!
The British woman's chest was shocked, but she didn't show it, but she couldn't help asking, "Is Mr. Shangguan very sensitive to footsteps?"
"Madam is interested in this?" Shangguan Yasi raised his eyebrows and asked with a profound meaning.
"No..." The British woman avoided it, "I just heard that you Chinese are very good at kung fu, so I asked casually..."