She saw that he always looked energetic and arrogant, but she didn't expect that he had such a weak side?
"Mr. Luo, you...what's wrong with you?" The anger on Su Wanqing's face faded, she bent down slightly, stretched out a hand, and patted his shoulder gently.
"It's okay." Luo Xichen raised his head, catching the flash of worry in her eyes, and his heart suddenly warmed up.
She, indeed, still cares about herself.
"Tuo, come and help Mr. Luo. He seems to be in pain." Su Wanqing frowned and took the initiative to help Luo Xichen's arm. "He is too heavy. I will help him by myself."
Don’t move.”
Tuo raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and looked extremely reluctant. His hoarse voice was a bit frivolous: "If it's too serious, just leave him alone. Sister Wanqing, how do you know whether he is really sick or fake?"
, maybe I’m just pretending to get your sympathy.”
Luo Xichen's face was pale and he gave Tuo a hard look. This little cub was really an immature wolf and would bite people anytime and anywhere.
"But - he doesn't seem to be pretending." Su Wanqing looked at Luo Xichen with a look of dismay, took out a tissue and wiped the pink foamy phlegm that overflowed from the corners of his lips, "I am an amateur repairman.
After practicing pharmacology for a period of time, his symptoms are symptoms of mild left heart failure caused by a bad heart and stimulation."
"Oh, Tuo, stop grinding and come up and help me. And Ming, go to that glass of water and give your father a mouthwash." Su Wanqing looked serious and commanded the scene. She stretched out her hand and took out Luoxi.
Chen looked at the delicate little bottle in his pocket carefully and said, "Nitroglycerin? You have symptoms of mild heart failure. How can you do it if you only take nitroglycerin?"
"Hey, you, go and call the doctor." Su Wanqing pointed to the man in black who was scolded by Luo Xichen just now, and said sternly, "What are you doing so stupidly? You only know how to report to your mistress.
, I don’t know how to find a doctor!”
"Ah - yes, yes." The man in black, who looked a bit naive, immediately had a headache, turned around and ran towards the tall castle to the east.
With Tuo's reluctant help, Su Wanqing helped Luo Xichen lie on his back on a chair under a sun umbrella, gargled his mouth and wiped away the pink foamy bloody phlegm.
"Wan Qing——" Luo Xichen called her name with some excitement. Although he felt uncomfortable physically, his consciousness was very clear. Knowing that she was looking after him like this, his heart was filled with emotion.
She, indeed, still cares about herself very much.
"What's it called? It's called soul." Su Wanqing gave him a roll of the eyes and scolded him, but there was no tone of blame at all, "You are still talking when you are like this, I let you say it!"
As she said that, she stretched out her hand and gave him a mouthful. There was a loud "pop".
Luo Xichen was stunned for a moment. After she lost her memory, her temperament seemed to have become much tougher. She was no longer as gentle and easy to talk to as before.
There was no pain at all, just a slight numbness. This may be because his sensory nerves were not yet developed not long after the skin grafting.
But this scene, in the eyes of Sirius, who rushed over with a look of distress and anxiety, was a completely different scene.
The woman who caused his son to be shot, caused her son to be disfigured, and caused his son to suffer for eight years, how dared to slap Xi Chen?!