Rose Manor

Chapter 7 The scum goes to death
Well done, being slapped for the first time in my life.

Fu Jichen's face was as dark as water. He grabbed the culprit's wrist and held it firmly. His cold voice floated in the room: "You have clearly seen who I am."

It's strange that Shen Jianian, who is dizzy with burning head, can listen to the words.

"Go away. Go to hell, scumbag..." Her hands were controlled and her legs and feet were free. She kicked hard and refused to give in. "I won't let you succeed even if I die!"

Fu Jichen was kicked a few times in succession, one hit between his legs, his lower abdomen tightened, he gasped, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

If he was kind enough to save people, but didn't get anything in return, he would beat him up instead. Even a saint should be angry, not to mention that he is not a good-tempered person in the first place.

After kicking the slippers into bed, Fu Jichen straddled the girl's body on the bed with long legs, suppressing her wobbling legs, and the threatening words were extremely oppressive: "Move again and throw you out, believe it or not?"

The voice was ruthless, without any warmth, but Shen Jianian miraculously calmed down.

Because the sound had nothing to do with the lewd laughter of the demon in her memory.

The restless air fell into tranquility again. At this time, the door was opened from the outside. Before entering, Zhou Rongzhen was stunned by the scene in front of him, almost unable to stop.

The husband spread his legs and straddled both sides of the injured girl's body with an absolutely overwhelming momentum. He grabbed her two thin white wrists with one hand, and his face was close to hers, with the tips of their noses almost touching.

The difference in size between the two is there, like a majestic lion throwing down a kitten.

Zhou Rongzhen neither advanced nor retreated, so he hesitated to break the silence: "First, sir..."

Fu Jichen felt like he was just waking up from a dream, the gloom on his face receded like a tide, he loosened his grip on the person under him, turned over and got out of bed, straightened his loosened nightgown, turned his back to the door and said, "Please come over, Xiao Jingshan." trip."

"Hey."

Zhou Rongzhen withdrew her gaze and left in a hurry.

Fortunately, she came up every hour to take a look, thinking that if anything happened to the girl, she would be able to find out in time.

Xiao Jingshan got up from the bed and came to the third floor with sleepy eyes. Fu Jichen held a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers, and his brows were depressed.

There was a suspicious blush on his fair skin, as if he had been beaten.

Xiao Jingshan secretly denied, who would dare to beat Fu Jichen?

"Go and have a look, he seems to have a fever." Fu Jichen saw him coming up, his face didn't ease much, and he pointed to the room on the left.

Xiao Jingshan lost his sleep and took a professional attitude to diagnose and treat patients.

After Fu Jichen finished smoking a cigarette, he came in. Xiao Jingshan held up the thermometer and showed him, "The fever is over 39 degrees, and my brain is burning and confused. I need an infusion, but I didn't bring anything with me."

Fu Jichen frowned, no wonder he couldn't wake him up.

Seeing his face change, Xiao Jingshan immediately said: "I'll call my assistant, it will be soon."

Fu Jichen hummed lightly.

Xiao Jingshan: "You haven't slept, you've been guarding me until now?"

Fu Jichen looked at him without saying a word, his eyes seemed to say that he was talking nonsense.

Xiao Jingshan raised his eyebrows resentfully. In this house, the owner said little and the servants kept silent. He still hasn't figured out the identity of the person on the bed.

*
The rain outside the window continued, and the patter of banana leaves never stopped, occasionally mixed with a few muffled thunders from the distant sky.

Xiao Jingshan's assistant stepped into Rose Manor 10 minutes later. There was a layer of rain falling on his shoulders. He had no time to wipe it off, so he handed him a large silver-white medical box first.

Fu Jichen didn't go to rest. In order to drive away the drowsiness, he smoked a few cigarettes and leaned on the sofa to watch Xiao Jingshan give needles to the unconscious person on the bed.

The sharp needle picked up a piece of skin and pricked it several times. It hurt just to look at it.

"Do you know how to do it?" Fu Jichen frowned into the word "Chuan".

Xiao Jingshan frowned deeper than him.

Fu Jichen propped himself up on the armrest of the sofa and came to the bedside to see him get another needle, leaving a few needle holes on his thin skin, which was bruised and purple, and there seemed to be some red rashes.

Before he could get angry, Xiao Jingshan said, "I'm doing a skin test for her. It's really rare. She is allergic to penicillin, azithromycin, and cephalosporin, so she can only take left oxygen."

Fu Jichen, a layman, didn't understand. She could only hear the person on the bed humming softly because of the pain. Looking up, her bloodless lips were tightly pressed together, her fingers unconsciously grabbed the bed sheet under her body, and the tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

For a while, Fu Jichen wasn't sure whether she was in pain or dreamed of something sad.

After Xiao Jingshan got the needle, he fixed the needle with medical tape, heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head, and saw Fu Jichen holding the girl's hand that hadn't got the needle, and freed the crumpled bed sheet from her palm.

Shen Jianian felt a trace of warmth in her sleep, she grasped it greedily, loosened her pursed lips, and murmured: "Mom..."

"Ahem." Xiao Jingshan cleared his throat, "I have to lose two bottles in total. I'll take a nap for a while, and someone will call me when I need to change the medicine."

He didn't expect Fu Jichen to respond either, so he left the room alone after speaking.

Fu Jichen looked down at the hand holding him. The slender fingers were slightly bulging due to exertion, and the interlaced cyan blood vessels on the back of the hand were clearly visible.

His eyes fell on her face, and the teardrops seemed to be broken, falling non-stop, soaking the pillow towel.

Fu Jichen didn't know where his patience came from, and wiped away her tears one after another.

*
Shen Jianian slept deeply for a day and a night, during which she woke up for a while, was lifted up by Zhou Rongzhen and fed some ginseng soup to supplement nutrition, and fell asleep again.

It wasn't until the third day that I regained a few percent of my physical strength and was able to get out of bed on my own.

She was wearing a loose men's shirt, soft flannel, which didn't hurt the skin as pajamas.She moved slowly to the door of the bathroom, and Zhou Rongzhen happened to come in with food. Seeing the situation, she hurriedly said: "You are not in good health yet, I will help you."

Zhou Rongzhen put the tray in her hand on the chest of drawers at the entrance, and quickly stepped forward to hold her arm: "Slow down, you are covered with injuries, but you must not touch them."

Shen Jianian remembered the woman's voice. When she was so weak that she could hardly open her eyes, she was the one who fed herself soup, wiped her sticky sweat, and helped her to the bathroom. She was always gentle and patient.

"Thank you." Shen Jianian didn't speak for a long time, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished on sandpaper.

Zhou Rongzhen smiled: "I don't dare to take credit. It was my husband who asked me to take care of you. If you want to thank me, just thank him."

Shen Jianian was unfamiliar with the "Mr." in her mouth. In her chaotic memory, the last scene was that she escaped from Qin Zhongtian's house, curled up and hid in the green belt, waiting for someone to pass by and rescue her.

The rain poured down on her body continuously, and during the long wait, it almost wiped out her hope.

When she was desperate, she waited.

The man stepped into the rain holding a black umbrella. The night was too dark and she couldn't see the man's face clearly. She only knew that he was her only chance. If she couldn't seize it, she would fall into the endless abyss.

So, she used all her strength to grab the leg of the suit trousers and asked him for help.

Shen Jianian looked around, the scene was so strange that it made people feel insecure, but everything in front of her eyes proved her bet was right and she was rescued.

Zhou Rongzhen helped her lie on the bed, returned to the door, and picked up the tray from the cupboard: "Eat something, and then take the medicine later. The cold will be cured soon."

Shen Jianian pinched her collar in a daze, she was not wearing underwear...

"Xiaoqin and I changed the clothes for you." Zhou Rongzhen guessed what she was thinking, and took the initiative to explain her doubts, "You can't wear the original skirt on you anymore. After asking Mr. for instructions, I took a piece of his." shirt."

Shen Jianian pursed her lips slightly, shaking her head to express her indifference.

After walking through the gate of hell, these are not worth mentioning.

After slowly finishing a bowl of white porridge and eating a few bites of side dishes, Shen Jia Nian felt better. When he wiped his mouth with paper, the door was pushed open and a person walked in. The tall shadow in his peripheral vision looked familiar.

(End of this chapter)