Speaking of this, Lu Jingyu felt a little depressed.
On the way back to the hospital, she was warned several times by Huo Beijue.
Like an ignorant child, he was educated.
Hearing this, Bao Sihan's depressed mood suddenly became clear, and the feeling like a stone in his heart suddenly disappeared.
"So how is your hand now?" He saw Lu Jingyu holding the needle, her hand movements smooth and steady, her sleeves were long and loose, and he couldn't see her injury.
"It's okay, he's the only one making such a fuss. I'm a doctor myself, and I still want to stand on the operating table. How could I not cherish my own hands so much?" Lu Jingyu said while inserting the last injection.
But Bao Sihan said uneasily: "Come here, let me take a look."
Lu Jingyu hesitated briefly, then stretched out his hand.
The swelling has subsided, but the color of the bruises on it has turned dark purple, which looks a bit scary, but it is a sign that it has begun to improve.
"Does it hurt?" Bao Sihan's fingers didn't exert any force and just rubbed it gently.
"It doesn't hurt." Lu Jingyu shook his head.
Not only did it not hurt, but being touched like this by Bo Sihan even made her feel a little itchy.
Lu Jingyu wanted to pull his hand back, but was caught by Bao Sihan.
"What's wrong?" Lu Jingyu looked at him doubtfully.
Bao Sihan pursed his lips and the heroine hesitated for a moment. He wanted to say: Don't let others touch you next time, he will be jealous.
But with his current status, he was in no position to say such possessive things to Lu Jingyu.
Bao Sihan let go of his hand and said calmly to Lu Jingyu, "It's nothing."
Lu Jingyu felt that Bao Sihan's behavior tonight was a bit strange. There was still the residual warmth left by Bao Sihan on his wrist. After thinking about it carefully, that place suddenly felt a little hot.
Lu Jingyu put his hands behind his back and suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.
Those emotions that had been suppressed in the deepest part of her heart, Lu Jingyu quietly brought them out again when she returned home.
Her feelings for Bao Sihan are different from those for others.
Maybe they just like each other, they have contacted each other, understood each other, protected each other, accompanied each other...
But for things like feelings, it might be better to just let things take their own course and not be too deliberate.
Lu Jingyu was thinking like this when she suddenly heard footsteps coming downstairs. She turned around and saw that it was Lu Xijue.
"Have you finished treating Mr. Bo?" he asked.
"Yes." Lu Jingyu responded to him, "How have you been feeling lately? Besides sleeping, are you still feeling anxious and manic frequently?"
This was the first time Lu Jingyu talked about his illness with him.
In the past, Lu Xijue went from resisting to cooperating with her treatment, but most of the time, he was silent.
"Much better." Lu Xijue was in a good mood. A rare smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. With his handsome face, it was quite eye-catching.
Lu Jingyu also laughed.
"I heard from the children that thank you for teaching them painting. I heard that you are engaged in art. Have you ever held an art exhibition?" Lu Jingyu asked.
She actually didn't know much about any of the Lu family brothers, she only heard about them.
In fact, it's not just about painting. Like Lu Beichen, Lu Xijue also likes the three little ones, but he is not as emotionally expressive as Lu Beichen's expression.
"I've done it." Lu Xijue pursed his lips, "It's just that this year's works are not very good."
Lu Jingyu knew what he meant. His serious illness, anxiety, and insomnia all affected his creation.