But before he got up to find Sheng Mian, Wen Sihe said from the side, "How about I feed you?"
"roll."
Fu Yancheng's face was very dark, as if he had been struck by a diaphragm.
Wen Sihe shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand and glanced at the time. He indeed had something to do and left first.
"Okay, I'll see you again tomorrow."
After he left, Xie Feng also stood up, "I have to keep an eye on the progress over there, and I'll ask someone to come in and feed you."
"Need not."
Fu Yancheng didn't want others to see him like this.
Xie Feng didn't say anything, he just walked to the next ward.
Sheng Mian could actually be discharged from the hospital this morning, but for some unknown reason, she never went through the discharge procedures.
At this moment Xie Feng came to her, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Yancheng wakes up, you go and be his nanny."
After saying that, he didn't care about Sheng Mian's reaction and left directly.
Sheng Mian slowly got out of bed and came to Fu Yancheng's side.
She thought about it and knocked politely first.
Fu Yancheng thought Xie Feng had really found a nurse. He was already in a bad mood, and now his brows were furrowed even more, and he had already tried to pick up the spoon again.
"roll."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the ward opened and Sheng Mian standing at the door.
When she heard him tell her to get out, she hesitated to close the door and leave.
"Come to the bed, what are you doing standing there in a daze?"
Seeing that it was her, the spoon in his hand fell back into the bowl, and Fu Yancheng simply smashed it.
"No energy."
Sheng Mian knew that she owed him for this matter, so she really rolled back and closed the door.
The anger in his heart has dissipated a lot, but he still feels uncomfortable. She has just come now?
Why don't you wait until he's dead before you come back?
Sheng Mian walked to the hospital bed, took the spoon, stirred the porridge a few times, thoughtfully added some side dishes, and then fed it to his mouth.
"Fu...Fu Yancheng."
I originally wanted to call Mr. Fu, but after struggling for a long time, I finally called my name.
Fu Yancheng snorted coldly, "What's wrong? The cat swallowed your tongue?"
Sheng Mian didn't say anything. Seeing that he had finally eaten, he breathed a sigh of relief and took another spoonful.
Fu Yancheng felt quite comfortable being served and glanced at her face.
This face is really pleasing to the eye.
Why does he like it so much?
Damn it.
"Would you like this soup?"
Sheng Mian asked, took a small spoon for soup, blew on it gently, and put it to his mouth.
Fu Yancheng took a sip before asking.
"I heard that you haven't come to see me for more than half a month?"
Sheng Mian lowered her eyelashes and quietly stirred the soup in the bowl.
If she doesn't speak, that's her acquiescence.
Fu Yancheng was so angry that he really wanted to slap all the soup and vegetables away.
But he didn't have the strength, so he just leaned on the bed.
"I'm full. Put some hot water for me. I want to take a bath."
Sheng Mian put away the small table on the bed and helped him out of bed.
The single room has its own bathroom and kitchen, and it has been renovated to take care of his mysophobia.
Sheng Mian put hot water in the bathtub, but Fu Yancheng's trauma was so serious that he couldn't go in directly and could only wipe it with a towel.
In order to make him more comfortable, Sheng Mian specially brought in a chair that he could lean on.
"Sit down and I'll wipe it for you. Don't get any water on your wound."
Fu Yancheng felt a little more comfortable and stretched out his legs, as if he was waiting to be served.
Sheng Mian didn't care about him, knowing that he was feeling depressed.
Fu Yancheng, when he was angry with her, he made it clear with words written all over his face - Come and comfort me quickly.
So she didn't show any pretense and took off his hospital gown, but when she saw the exposed gunshot wound, her fingertips trembled.
It was very, very close to the heart. If it had been any further away, he would have died.
She recalled the scene of holding him that day, her palms covered with blood from him, and him leaning on her fragilely, silently.
Sheng Mian took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling of her fingertips, and took off her hospital gown.
She dipped the towel in water and wiped his body bit by bit.
Fu Yancheng had a mysophobia and couldn't stand being unclean, so he frowned when he saw her just wiping with a towel.
"Use some soap."
"There are too many wounds, so we can't do it for the time being."
"Sheng Mian, it's up to you, I want to use it."
Sheng Mian clenched her teeth. She felt that what her master said back then was right. It was pretentious and pretentious! It was so gross!
She lowered her eyelashes and used soap on a small area.
Fu Yancheng's eyebrows relaxed.
It only took an hour to wash my upper body.
When Sheng Mian took off his pants, he was somewhat afraid to look at it.
There were no wounds on her lower body, so she took the shower head and started washing it, quickly applying soap and rinsing it off quickly.
Fu Yancheng was unhappy and his face darkened.
"Sheng Mian, you are so perfunctory."
Sheng Mian re-applied soap to every piece of skin underneath him, worried that his mind would be full of yellow waste later, so he changed the subject.
"We were swept away by the flood that day. Did you wake up later? Did you treat my foot injury?"
Fu Yancheng's fingertips curled up. He really didn't want to recall such a embarrassing and desperate moment.
"No, I fainted too."
Shengmian didn't speak, and quietly washed her with water.
"Get up and I'll dry you with a towel."
Fu Yancheng stood up, while Sheng Mian knelt down to wipe him.
But as she rubbed it, she felt something pressing against her forehead.
She was so frightened that her hands trembled, "Fu Yancheng!"
I can't wait to slap this towel on his head!
Fu Yancheng lowered his eyes innocently, "It's none of my business, it will stand up on its own."