Before reattaching the broken bone, Chu Qingwan gave the patient a homemade anesthetic. After reattaching the bone, when he woke up, he had to keep him awake for four hours.
He may develop symptoms such as fever later, which requires special attention.
But it had been a long time since she had concentrated on it for so long, and she was really tired.
Seeing this, Duan Junyan said: "Xiao Wan'er, you go back and rest, I can handle it here."
Chu Qingwan rubbed her swollen temples and said, "Call me if you need anything."
Duan Junyan nodded, put her on the carriage, and told the driver to be steady.
On the way back, Chu Qingwan leaned against the car wall and fell asleep. When he got off the car, he was a little confused.
She glanced at Tao Ranju, then at Prince Qi's Mansion, and entered the latter's door.
Mo Jingyu would have to give Mo Jingyu acupuncture and massage in the evening, so why not just sleep in the palace for a while to save the hassle of going back and forth.
Chu Qingwan went straight to Haitang Courtyard.
Mo Jingyu was discussing matters with a group of people in the study. Hearing a report from his servants that she was here, he hurriedly turned out, but only caught a glimpse of her back.
Chu Qingwan walked into the house where he used to live and said without looking back: "I'll sleep for a while, wake me up later."
Before Mo Jingyu could say a word, she closed the door.
Mo Jingyu didn't bother him, and went back to the study to continue the discussion, and didn't come out until nightfall.
The door of Chu Qingwan's room was still closed, and the servants were holding food at the door, unable to move in or out.
Without him, the palace of Prince Qi was full of men. There were differences between men and women, and those were those who might become princesses. They did not dare to enter.
Mo Jingyu raised his hand and tried the dish. It was a little cold, so he said, "Make it again."
After saying this, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, calling warmly: "Wanwan, it's time to get up and have dinner."
There was no movement in the room. He hesitated for a moment, opened the door, controlled the wheelchair and walked in.
Chu Qingwan was lying on her side on the bed, with her porcelain white face pressed against an arm, a few strands of broken hair falling on her cheeks, and her sleeping face was cute.
Mo Jingyu's heart softened and he looked at her intently.
Seeing the tiredness on her face, he felt a little distressed and was reluctant to wake her up.
It's still early, let her sleep a little longer.
Mo Jingyu retreated outside, picked up a book and read it, accompanying him silently.
The candle flame goes out, and the sand in the hourglass falls rustlingly.
Suddenly, there was a "dong" sound inside, followed by Chu Qingwan's soft cry: "Ah——"
Mo Jingyu immediately put down the book and turned around the screen: "Wanwan, what's wrong?"
Chu Qingwan rubbed her forehead, looking a little annoyed: "I got up too quickly and hit my forehead."
Mo Jingyu couldn't laugh or cry: "Why did you wake up?"
Chu Qingwan actually woke up with a start, because she remembered to treat him, and her subconscious forced her to wake up.
She yawned and asked, "What time is it?"
Mo Jingyu said: "The time of the year is right."
Chu Qingwan was startled and frowned: "Why didn't you call me?!"
Mo Jingyu answered honestly: "Seeing that you are sleeping soundly, I thought I would let you sleep a little longer."
Chu Qingwan was a little annoyed: "Don't you know your leg needs treatment?"
Mo Jingyu was innocent: "It shouldn't be a problem if it's later."
Chu Qingwan glared at him: "You are the doctor and I am the doctor?"
Mo Jingyu shut up and stopped talking.
Chu Qingwan pushed him out: "Next time, no matter how deep I sleep, you will call me when the time comes, remember?"
Normally, she would not be angry, but after all, the treatment was in the final stage, and the plan had just been changed, and the scene of him burning to the point of unconsciousness was still vivid in her mind, and she was still frightened.
Next, as a doctor, she was so asleep that she almost missed the patient's condition, and she blamed herself.
Mo Jingyu wanted to defend himself, but feeling her anger, he had no choice but to listen to the lecture silently.
The diagnosis and treatment ended late that night. Chu Qingwan didn't even have dinner, and he didn't say a word when he left.
Mo Jingyu lay on the bed after taking a medicinal bath, thinking melancholy: Wanwan is angry, how should I comfort him?