The young nurse is gentle and beautiful. She always smiles and is very attentive to Wenxin. After cold compress treatment, the bleeding in her ankle has stopped. The doctor followed Jian Yao's instructions and gave her acupuncture to activate blood circulation.
"Ms. Wen, don't be nervous. Acupuncture is actually not as painful as you think." Seeing that her face turned pale, the old Chinese doctor comforted her with a smile.
Wen Xin stiffly curved the corners of her lips, "Hmm..."
Looking at the thin and long needle, as the old doctor twisted his fingers, it penetrated the skin bit by bit. There was indeed no severe pain, and Wen Xin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Afterwards, the silver needles started to prick the acupuncture points and began to take effect. A burst of pain slowly developed in the ankle. Wen Wen frowned and endured it. When the time was almost up, he used a cupping cup to pull out the congestion.
Although the whole process was uncomfortable, Wen Wen gritted her teeth and endured it. Even the old doctor smiled and said that she looked weak and weak, but she was strong and brave on the inside.
Wen Xin listened and smiled.
The day passed quickly. Wen Xin was sitting alone on the big bed with a laptop on his lap. He was chatting with Su Yiyi and sent her the photos he took in Jingshan.
Su Yiyi asked about Rong Li. Wen Xin hesitated for a while and decided to find an opportunity to tell her the matter in person.
The two chatted for a long time, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, Su Yiyi said that she was going to bed because she had to go to class the next morning. She even joked that she envied Wen Xin and could sleep in late.
Wenxin was also about to go to sleep. When she was about to turn off the computer, a message suddenly appeared in the lower right corner of the screen. When the name came into view, Wenxin's fingers froze.
The other party then sent another message.
Finally she clicked on the conversation window.
"Wenxin, are you there?"
"are you asleep?"
Wen Xin pursed her lips and typed a few words on the keyboard with her fingertips, "What's the matter?"
After receiving her reply, Lu Wenyou's warm eyes flashed with a meteor-like brilliance, which dimmed again in just a short moment.
"I heard that you sprained your ankle. I originally called you, but I didn't know you had changed your phone number. Are you feeling better now?"
Wen Xin was startled, remembering that Rong Li had chosen a new phone number when he changed his phone, so naturally Lu Wenyou would not know the new number.
"Thank you, I'm much better now. I'll be able to walk again after another week of rest."
The politeness in his words made Lu Wenyou smile bitterly, and he suddenly forgot everything he had planned.
"That's good."
"Well, I'm going to bed, so I'll get off first."
Lu Wenyou's hands that were typing were stagnant, and bitterness crept up the corner of his lips. He deleted the sentence "Are you at home or in the hospital?"
"Go to sleep and have a good rest."
Just as his message was sent, the other person's profile picture turned gray.
Lu Wenyou stared at her dimmed head, obscurity wrapping around his heart like vines. He slumped back in his seat, covering his eyes with his palms.
Is this what it means - only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it?
Wenxin quickly turned off the computer and turned off the light. She pulled the quilt to cover herself and stared at the ceiling.
Rong Li left for five days. During this period, he did not make any calls. He stayed in the villa warmly and had another acupuncture treatment. Coupled with Jian Yao's special medicine, his ankle recovered well.
That night, while she was walking slowly in the room, the bedroom door suddenly opened. She thought it was Aunt Qiao. When she looked up, she suddenly stopped talking.
The man in black clothes and black trousers is as handsome as ever, as noble as an indifferent king.
She blinked and whispered, "Rongli, are you back?"