"No, I'll wake you up late at night and work overtime. How can I ask you to help me guard my wife again? You go to bed. I'll call you when this bottle of infusion is finished."
Yi Ziming saw that he was so tired and still had to guard Shengge, and for no reason he remembered that Shengge had sent medicine for him late at night for testing.
"The relationship between you and your wife is really enviable. It would be great if you didn't have so many struggles and could live a peaceful life."
Ji Yuting held Shengge's palm and said, "Yes, these hardships will pass. Shengsheng and I, as a family of four, will definitely be happy to the end."
"Oh, then I'll stay with you. I can't sleep anyway."
Yi Ziming sighed and took a chair to sit next to him.
He keenly saw the broken, red and swollen scars on Ji Yuting's wrist and took a closer look.
"Brother Yu, you are seriously injured. The wrist is the easiest place to be discovered and it is difficult to cover it up."
Ji Yuting glanced at his wrist casually, "It's okay, it's a small problem, I will take care of it."
Yi Ziming sighed for the third time, and reached out to pat his back to comfort him. Halfway through, he remembered the injuries all over his body and was unable to do anything.
His hand froze for a minute in the middle, and Yi Ziming chose to take it back angrily.
"Brother Yu, can't you apply medicine to the injury on your back? Sit down and I'll help you apply it."
Ji Yuting shook his head and refused, "I already took medicine before I came out. I used anti-swelling spray on my back. Anyway, it's not in the way and doesn't affect my daily life, so I won't use your special anti-swelling medicine."
Seeing that he was quite determined, Yi Ziming stopped trying to persuade him, knowing that he could not be persuaded, and silently accompanied him to watch Shengge's infusion.
The two of them stayed up late together for more than an hour. Ji Yuting couldn't stand, so he put one hand on the bed and closed his eyes for a while.
Yi Ziming was very worried about him, "Brother Yu, if my sister-in-law gets sick again tomorrow, it's better to inject her with a strong sedative. Don't be a human punching bag. Look at your injuries. I think you can survive another beating."
Can’t live.”
He didn't speak, and was adjusting his breathing disordered by pain.
Yi Ziming was beside him helping him think of a solution, chattering nonstop: "Otherwise, it's better for you to prepare a set of protective gear to wear on your body tomorrow night than to use your skin to bear my sister-in-law's venting."
Ji Yuting said casually and perfunctorily: "Let's talk about tomorrow night. I just want to accompany Shengge for infusion tonight."
Thinking of the treatment, he asked: "Will the infusion tonight have a big effect on Shengsheng's mania?"
Yi Ziming: "How can it be so fast? It will take at least a week before there will be a significant improvement."
Ji Yuting was very calm, "Okay, as long as the disease can be cured, it's not a big problem."
...
Finally letting Shengge finish lifting all the water, Ji Yuting carefully carried Shengge out of the laboratory, with Yi Ziming standing by to help.
Not long after, the luxury car returned to Ji's house.
By the time he got his wish and walked down the winding alley of Ji's house, it was already half past four in the morning.
He could still sleep for more than four hours when he returned. When he slept until eight or nine o'clock the next morning, he would get up to help Shengsheng make porridge and supplement her dietary regimen.
After struggling all night, he was finally able to lie down on the bed. His whole body was bruised and he didn't know whether to lie down on his stomach or flat.
It hurt when he fell asleep on either side, so he chose to sleep on his side with Shengge in his arms.
After closing his eyes, Ji Yuting was finally able to relax and let go of his fatigue, and fell asleep within two minutes.
Noon the next day.
Perhaps it was because of the infusion. When Shengge woke up, her body was not as tired as yesterday, and her mental strength was much better.
After hearing the rustling footsteps, she stood up and sat on the bedside.
A minute later, Ji Yuting, neatly dressed in a suit and tie, walked into the bedroom carrying a bowl of porridge.
She stared at him, her face serious, and it was really weird to keep reading the same script for three days in a row.
But she hid the suspicion in her eyes and didn't ask anything.
She waited until Ji Yuting walked to the bed and sat down before she said, "What kind of porridge is today?"
Ji Yuting's face turned slightly pale and he answered softly: "Vegetable and shrimp porridge."
She quietly watched him come over, assessed his condition, and asked in a calm tone: "What's wrong with me recently? Why do I feel weak every day? Although I feel better today, I still slept until noon."
Ji Yuting gently sat on the edge of the bed, gently stirred the porridge bowl with his slender fingers, and said while blowing the cold air: "Perhaps the season has changed recently, and Shengsheng is a little lazy, which is normal."
"Yeah?"
She frowned slightly, taking in Ji Yuting's handsome face. When she saw him handing him a spoonful of porridge to feed, she reached out and grabbed Ji Yuting's wrist, "No, I want to eat by myself today."
It was obviously a very casual movement, Ji Yuting frowned, and the skin of his wrist trembled slightly in an almost instinctive reaction.
Shengge immediately noticed something strange: "Husband, what's wrong with you? Your face doesn't look too good. What's wrong with you?"