Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Shen Qingyue looked at him, her voice firm and caring: "Mingyuan, I know you are strong, but sometimes, accepting others' care is not a bad thing. You can't always carry everything alone."

Shen Qingyue's every step was cautious, for fear of causing any discomfort to Jiang Mingyuan.

Jiang Mingyuan, on the other hand, tried to minimize his discomfort and did not want Shen Qingyue to worry about him.

In the middle of the night, Shen Qingyue could not suppress her emotions and scolded Jiang Mingyuan softly: "Mingyuan, you are always so stubborn. In that case, even if you let them leave first, it will be no problem to wait for the police to arrive tomorrow to deal with it."

Jiang Mingyuan's expression was still calm, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes: "Qingyue, I understand your worries. But if we let them go, they may look for opportunities to destroy the evidence. In this way, our punishment will be It’s even more difficult.”

Shen Qingyue's brows furrowed, and there was a trace of helplessness in her voice: "I know you are trying to protect the evidence, but you must also consider your own safety. If there are any shortcomings, what is the use of the evidence?"

Jiang Mingyuan gently held her hand, trying to calm her emotions. His voice was calm: "Qingyue, I promise to pay more attention to safety in the future. But at that moment, I can only do that."

Shen Qingyue looked at Jiang Mingyuan, and a look of understanding gradually appeared on her face.

Shen Qingyue's eyes were filled with distress, and they were locked tightly on Jiang Mingyuan's face.

Her eyes revealed her deep concern for Jiang Mingyuan, as if she could feel every pain in his body.

Jiang Mingyuan noticed the emotion in Shen Qingyue's eyes, and he gently moved closer to her.

This move caught Shen Qingyue a little off guard. Her face turned slightly red and she unconsciously wanted to retreat, but she seemed unwilling to leave Jiang Mingyuan too far.

"Qingyue, I feel a little embarrassed when you look at me like this." Jiang Mingyuan's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of teasing.

Shen Qingyue bit her lip gently and lowered her head in embarrassment.

The worry in Shen Qingyue's heart and her deep concern for Jiang Mingyuan intertwined into silent emotions at this moment.

Her eyes were worried and warm, unable to conceal her concern for him. Under the cover of night, her mood was complicated and deep.

Jiang Mingyuan felt Shen Qingyue's hesitation, and he gently approached her, their figures getting closer and closer under the street lights.

Although this gesture is simple, it implies a deep intimacy.

Shen Qingyue's cheeks were slightly red, and her heart was filled with ups and downs. Her hand gently rested on Jiang Mingyuan's arm. Although the movement was slight, it revealed deep care.

Jiang Mingyuan gently put his arm around Shen Qingyue's shoulders. The distance between them became closer at this moment, and they seemed to be able to feel each other's warmth with each other's breath. Jiang Mingyuan's eyes were soft, revealing a rare tenderness.

In the gentle night, Shen Qingyue and Jiang Mingyuan walked slowly. Along the way, their figures looked particularly harmonious.

Under the street lights, their shadows intertwined together, as if telling a quiet story.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital. The hospital lights are bright and warm, creating a peaceful contrast to the night.

In this place full of vitality and hope, Shen Qingyue's worries eased slightly.

"We are finally here." Shen Qingyue's voice was soft, but still a little nervous.

In the hospital late at night, the corridor seemed extremely quiet, with only the occasional footsteps and slight conversations of medical staff breaking the silence.

Shen Qingyue carefully placed Jiang Mingyuan on a waiting chair.

Her movements were gentle and careful, as if she were afraid that any slight touch would cause him discomfort.

After Jiang Mingyuan sat down, Shen Qingyue asked softly: "How do you feel now? Do you need me to do anything?"

Jiang Mingyuan smiled and shook his head, his voice still calm: "I'm fine, you go find a doctor. I'll wait here."

Shen Qingyue hesitated slightly, but nodded, then turned and walked towards the reception desk of the hospital. Jiang Mingyuan looked at Shen Qingyue's back from his chair, his heart filled with gratitude to her.

Shen Qingyue communicated with the medical staff at the front desk of the hospital for a long time, and finally found the doctor on duty.

She quickly returned to Jiang Mingyuan and led the doctor to his chair.

"Let's take a look at your injury." The doctor's voice was calm and professional. He gently opened Jiang Mingyuan's sleeve, exposing the wound on his elbow.

There were obvious bruises on the wound and obvious swelling on the skin, which looked quite serious.

When the doctor saw this situation, he couldn't help but gasped.

"This injury is serious. We need immediate treatment." The doctor's expression became serious, and his eyes revealed a sense of urgency.

Shen Qingyue's face suddenly became more worried, and her eyes were fixed on the doctor's every move.

Although Jiang Mingyuan tried his best to stay calm, it could be seen from his slightly frowning that he was also enduring pain.

Under the doctor's careful examination, he gently moved Jiang Mingyuan's arm, trying to assess the severity of the injury.

Every movement, although gentle, made Jiang Mingyuan frown, and a look of pain appeared on his face unconsciously.

Shen Qingyue stood aside nervously, observing every subtle change.

Seeing Jiang Mingyuan's face twisted in pain, her heart tightened, and a trace of anxiety flashed in her eyes.

"It seems that the injury is more serious than imagined." The doctor's voice was heavy, and he put down Jiang Mingyuan's arm to avoid causing him more pain. "The bruising and swelling here indicate possible bone damage."

Jiang Mingyuan took a gentle breath. Although he tried to hide it, the pain was still difficult to completely hide.

"Okay, let's trouble the doctor." His voice was still calm, but it was not difficult to tell that he was trying to stay calm.

As the doctor continued to examine Jiang Mingyuan's injuries, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "What kind of work do you do? This kind of injury doesn't look like an ordinary fall."

Jiang Mingyuan smiled slightly. Although his face was in pain, his voice was still calm: "I work in a transportation team."

A glimmer of understanding flashed in the doctor's eyes, as if he connected Jiang Mingyuan's injury with his profession, "The work of the transport team is indeed prone to various accidents. This injury looks like it suffered a larger impact."

Jiang Mingyuan nodded lightly without explaining too many specific details of the situation. He turned his eyes to Shen Qingyue, revealing a tacit understanding in his eyes.

Shen Qingyue stood quietly aside, her eyes locked on Jiang Mingyuan. Although she tried to hide it, the worry in her eyes was still obvious.

As the doctor continued to treat Jiang Mingyuan's wounds, the atmosphere seemed particularly solemn.

The doctor's approach was professional and meticulous. He carefully cleaned the wound to ensure that no foreign matter was left behind that could cause infection.

Shen Qingyue stood nearby, watching every step nervously. Her brows furrowed slightly, concern shining in her eyes.

Although she tried to remain calm, her inner uneasiness could be seen from the occasional bite of her lips.

Jiang Mingyuan sat on the diagnosis and treatment chair. His face was slightly pale, but he still maintained his unique composure.

His eyes fell on Shen Qingyue from time to time, seeming to convey comfort with his eyes.

After the doctor cleans the wound, he begins by gently applying ointment to reduce swelling and pain.

His movements were gentle, trying to avoid causing more discomfort to Jiang Mingyuan.