"Then only if he has a chance to know." Di Yating shrugged nonchalantly, pulled Gong Yue over, and walked quickly out the door.
"Little Baozi, please slow down, don't hurt the wound!" Gong Yue was pulled by him and saw his big movements, and became anxious.
"Come on, little old lady, I'll walk slowly, okay? You're so arrogant, the enemy discovered it before they even got there, how could I catch you by surprise?" Di Ya Tingxi sighed.
Gong Yue was stunned and pouted in confusion, "What enemy?"
Could it be that someone got into Dinghua?
Gong Yue suddenly became a little nervous, and her first reaction was to go back to Beibei's ward.
Seeing that she had misunderstood, Di Yating quickly grabbed the person and pulled the wound on his back with a big movement. He took a breath and said, "Kitten, don't move. No one is sneaking in. You don't have to be so nervous."
Gong Yue breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to glare at him, "Then why did you talk about enemies? You scared me to death."
"..."
Does his love rival count?
Di Yating pursed his lips and said nothing.
Slowing down his pace, he approached the ward next door.
Gong Yue didn't know what he was thinking. As soon as she reached the door, she raised her hand to knock on the door, but Di Yating grabbed her little hand and held her back.
"Shh-"
"What are you doing? It's rude to go in without knocking. What if it's inconvenient for others?" Gong Yue poked Di Yating with her elbow and whispered.
"What's the inconvenience of being alone and alone?" Di Yating grabbed the door handle with his big hand. He originally planned to inquire about the enemy's mood, but was reminded by Gong Yue. Without saying a word, he unlocked the door and pushed in.
…
In the ward.
Ou Ya was leaning on the bed, wearing a blue and white hospital gown. Her short black hair was scattered around her face, making her small cheeks look very delicate.
Sitting quietly, there was no blood on her face and she looked very pale, but it made her look a little fragile, which made people feel distressed.
The cuts on the palms and scrapes on the arms have been treated, covered with gauze, and placed weakly on the quilt.
Manji sat in front of the hospital bed, staring at her without speaking.
His dark brown pupils revealed a hint of gentleness, and his good-looking face looked even more noble in the dim light. Coupled with the compelling aura on his body, just sitting quietly made it impossible to ignore his presence.
"I'm fine, why do I have to lie down?" Ou Ya pursed her lips and asked softly, her eyes a little dull, but she never dared to look into Manji's eyes.
"Your injuries are not serious, but you are very exhausted and there are signs of cold. It is the doctor's advice to give you more rest." Manji said every word with tenderness.
The body sitting on the chair moved slightly, picked up an apple from the cabinet next to the hospital bed, picked up the fruit knife, and peeled it gently.
Carefully cut the peeled apple into small pieces, put it on a plate, and then put it in front of Ou Ya, "Eating more fruits will help the recovery of your wound."
"...I don't want to eat, Manji, I want to go see Di Ya Ting." Ou Ya looked at the fruit plate in front of her and couldn't help but say something.
As she finished speaking, she clearly saw Manji's hand holding the fruit plate swaying, then quickly stabilized it again.
He raised his head and smiled gracefully, "With so many doctors here, he will be fine. You are also a patient yourself. When you feel better, I will accompany you to see him."
