When Han Yixing followed him to the medical room on the first floor, he heard Fei Xiluo simply say that the young master was accidentally injured.
How could he possibly convince her with just such a sentence?
Han Yixing did not press him. When Dr. Zhang came out, he immediately asked: "How is he? Is his arm injured? Is it serious?"
"Young Mistress, it's a gunshot wound. It's just that the bullet has just been taken out. The young master is still weak, so he must go to see Young Mistress himself... Anyway, don't move around for the next two days. In addition to his arm, there is also a knife in the chest."
Before Dr. Zhang finished speaking, Han Yixing was already crying and nodded repeatedly.[
Then he rushed into the medical room. Meng Beichen was not asleep, with his eyes open and a look of exhaustion on his face.
Dr. Zhang went to prepare the medicine, while Fei Xiluo stood guard outside the door.
Han Yixing saw him lying on the bed, his heart ached with sadness, she was so disgusting, he was so seriously injured, and she just complained about him.
"Why are you crying again? Did Dr. Zhang scare you with his words? I'm fine at all. I just need to lie down for two days and I'll be fine."
"Meng Beichen, how could you be hurt? Why didn't you tell me why you were hurt? You don't think of me as your wife at all!" She accused with tears in her eyes. She sat beside his bed and saw that he had taken off his shirt and had a bandage on his arm.
, also on the chest, and I felt a little panicked.
"How dare I? I've told you everything now. Come here and let me hold you."
He raised his left hand and shouted to her that he didn't dare to distract himself from thinking about her these days. He used all his strength to severely injure Xiao Shike. Now he has hid back in France, but he doesn't dare to see the old man.
"No, you're hurt."
"Do you dislike me?" He deliberately showed a sad look.
Han Yixing immediately burst into laughter and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I must not touch your wound."
She thought for a while, sat back a little, put her arms around his waist, and said softly: "Meng Beichen, you need to get better quickly. Do you know that I'm scared?"
"Well, I know, you are the most timid."
"No, anyway, tell me what happened in the past few days after you recover from your injury. You should have a good rest first."
"Well, Xing'er, I'm so tired. Just stay here with me." He held her hand tightly with one hand and wouldn't let go.
Han Yixing nodded, stood up and covered him with the quilt, lying beside his bed and watching quietly.