Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

Lu Lingche said softly: "I really don't need to be hospitalized. I can just use your ointment. How about I stand up and take a few steps to show you?"

Qiao Yin was afraid that he would really stand up and walk to show her, so she hurriedly held down his shoulders: "Don't stand up! You must be hospitalized!"

Seeing that she was so determined this time, Lu Lingche was afraid that she would be angry, so he had to agree: "Then let's stay one night first. I should be fine tomorrow. It's just a fever. Don't make such a big fuss."

Qiao Yin knew in her heart that he had more than just a fever. She pushed him out with red eyes, went through the hospitalization procedures for him, and then pushed him into the ward.

As soon as Lu Lingche entered the ward, he asked with some surprise: "You picked the best ward in your hospital for me?" This level of luxury is comparable to that of a five-star hotel.

"Yes, this is the top presidential ward in our hospital."

"Am I treated so well?"

Qiao Yin was silent for a moment, looking at his abnormal expression and his legs that were very swollen even in his pants, she felt a little pain in her heart: "I am the largest shareholder of the hospital, I still have this power, you saved me , I naturally want you to live in the best place."

Lu Lingche felt a little more comfortable now. After all, when her eldest brother was here with Qiao Yin, she didn't use her power to let her eldest brother stay in the presidential palace.

He felt that he still had some place in Qiao Yin's heart.

Qiao Yin helped Lu Lingche onto the bed, raised the pillow for him to make him lie more comfortable, and then reached out to unbuckle his belt.

Lu Lingche immediately held her hand down: "Don't look at it. Give me the ointment and I'll apply it myself."

Qiao Yin looked at him curiously: "Do you still know how to be shy?"

Lu Lingche smiled softly: "I am quite thick-skinned and will not be shy. However, the injury on my leg is not very pretty, so you'd better not look at it."

He actually still worries about whether it looks good or not?

Did he want to show her only his most handsome side? Are you afraid that she will dislike him if she sees his bad side?

It's a bit silly.

Qiao Yin didn't say anything. She took away Lu Lingche's hand and helped him take off his pants.

What came into view was his completely swollen thigh. The thigh was a dark purple color, and there was a bandage wrapped around the wound. The bandage was now stained red.

It looked very painful, but he acted as if nothing was wrong.

Qiao Yin only checked his injuries in the ambulance, and they were not serious at that time. She didn't expect that his legs would look so scary after a while.

"Lu Lingche, the congestion in your legs is too serious, and the nerves have also been damaged extensively. If this continues, the blood circulation will be poor, and your legs will soon lose feeling!"

Lu Lingche actually felt that he felt that his legs were losing feeling right now, but he thought that this was a normal phenomenon after injury. Looking at Qiao Yin's anxious look, it turned out that this was not normal?

"Wait for me here, I'll go back to the office to get the medicine kit!"

"I'll go get it with you. I'm not worried if you go alone."

"This is in the hospital, what are you worried about? If you go with me, you have to put on your pants again and sit in a wheelchair. It's such a waste of time!"

Lu Lingche said nothing, but held Qiao Yin's hand tightly.

Qiao Yin was angry and anxious. She really had no choice but to lower her head and kiss him on the face: "I'll be back soon, okay?"

Lu Lingche didn't expect that she would take the initiative to kiss her. In shock, he slightly let go of Qiao Yin's hand.

Qiao Yin took the opportunity to break free, turned around and ran out of his ward.

Lu Lingche reached out and touched her cheek, with a faint smile on her lips. Would she still coax him? Not easy.

A few minutes later, Qiao Yin came back with her own unique medicine box.

She pulled up a chair, sat in front of Lu Lingche's bed, carefully and carefully sterilized the needles, and then began to give him acupuncture.

At first, Lu Lingche didn't feel much, but as her frequency of acupuncture increased, he found that his legs were getting more and more painful. Later, he turned pale in pain and could not speak at all.