After being thrown into the crazy literature, the author turned over a new leaf

Chapter 39 My Lord, I Have Nothing to Do with Him
She added, "Even if I didn't change lanes, I could only get you a top five ranking at best. Do you want this result? Also, would you rather choose to be vulnerable in front of me or expose your pain in front of those people?"

Feng Sichen is a typical example of someone who would rather save face than live up to it, so it’s no wonder that he likes to “pretend”.

Si Nian seemed to have given Feng Sichen the choice, but in fact she had already made the decision for him - he would not show his pain to anyone.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Feng Sichen's forehead, and his lips were now pale and bloodless: "Is it worth it?" His words were weak and limp.

Si Nian replied to him: "I can't just stand by and watch. Although I hate you, I have to admit that you have helped me many times. Feng Sichen, your body is your own. If you think you have lived too long, you can just jump off the building or into the river instead of committing chronic suicide!"

After all, it was a sports car, so it drove fast. After a while, we arrived at the hospital, which was the First People's Hospital of City A.

Si Nian supported him and went to the emergency room.

It would have been fine if he hadn't checked, but after checking, he found a lot of diseases. Si Nian couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion.

It is true that art comes from life, and Mr. Ba is really sick!

Thinking carefully about his daily routine, Si Nian logically felt that he deserved to have so many illnesses.

Considering the way he abuses his body and doesn't take care of it, it would be abnormal if he didn't have any disease!

This time, the person lying on the hospital bed was Feng Sichen. He had his eyes closed because he had just fainted.

It's really strange that such a big man could get scared by needles. No wonder he refused to go to the hospital.

Before he fainted, Feng Sichen looked at Si Nian intently, with a cautious look of testing and fear, and asked, "Will you leave?"

Si Nian really didn't know how to answer for a moment. She thought the questions he asked were weird.

Feng Sichen smiled inexplicably: "I'll hold you, so you can't leave."

That grab lasted from the moment he fainted after the IV drip was inserted until now.

The nurse who was giving the injection and the doctor next to her couldn't help but laugh: "Your husband really relies on you. It seems that he trusts you and feels safe with you."

Si Nian:??? What and what?

The more she explained, the more strange looks they gave her, as if to say, "I understand, I understand."

Yes, they think that we are either husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend, but the truth is that we are neither.

My Lord, Feng Sichen and I really have nothing to do with each other!!!

She looked at a person sleeping on the hospital bed, and thought of taking the opportunity to push his hand away, but she couldn't move it away no matter what she did.

Si Nian admitted defeat.

The drip flowed into his body through the tube little by little. She sat on a small chair, half supporting her head with her hands, looking at the door bored.

The hand he grabbed was his right hand. Si Nian was not used to using his left hand, so he turned on the phone and then turned it off.

The doctor gave him a lot of precautions, saying that his stomach was delicate and he should pay attention to his diet. Considering his severe anemia, he should take more iron supplements. His lifestyle also needed to be adjusted, and he should avoid spicy, irritating, raw and cold foods, and avoid smoking and drinking.

Si Nian recorded them one by one in his memo on his mobile phone.

As she looked, her gaze shifted to someone on the hospital bed.

Feng Sichen closed his eyes, and his usual hostility and unpredictable mood lost some of his normal look, becoming a bit gentler, like a well-behaved cat.

Time passed by little by little, it was already late, the night was falling, and Feng Sichen woke up.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to look at the person he was holding, but he didn't see him.

The ward was plain and simple, and a little narrow; it was just an ordinary triple room.

Feng Sichen looked around but didn't see Si Nian. Left again? Caught her or let her go easily? Feng Sichen felt an unknown emotion in his heart.

The IV drip next to him was almost empty, and Feng Sichen watched the liquid dripping out in vain.

The water in the drip bottle hasn't even been used up yet, and I haven't even woken up yet, and she's gone? After all, I'm a patient, she's really too... While Feng Sichen was daydreaming, the door of the ward opened.

Si Nian was carrying bags of different sizes in her hands, and her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her face.

"It's good that I came back before your IV drip was finished." Si Nian patted his chest and said with some relief.

She brought the things over and put them on the table next to her. Without looking at Feng Sichen, she said, "I bought you some porridge. You can have dinner after the drip is finished."

He was seriously ill and had to receive six bottles of IV drip at a time.

After a while, the nurse came over to remove the needle and reminded the patient of precautions. Si Nian nodded in agreement.

After the nurse left, they returned to silence again, and Si Nian seemed to have no intention of talking to Feng Sichen.

Feng Sichen bent his fingertips slightly, pinching the white bed sheet below, as if he was considering for a long time before speaking: "You didn't leave?"

"Where am I going?" Si Nian replied to him.

She bought him a bunch of daily necessities, washed them, and laid them out for him. "You can rest here tonight. I'll take you back tomorrow."

Si Nian saw Feng Sichen frowning, and she looked around the ward again.

"Well, you just have to make do with it. You fainted at the time, so I had to act on my urgency and open a ward for you, but my capacity is limited, so it can only be an ordinary ward."

I guess this is the only time in his life that he will stay in a ward like this because of my unauthorized arrangement.

Feng Sichen hummed softly and said nothing. Si Nian glanced at him secretly and saw that he didn't look displeased, so she felt relieved.

He stretched out his fingers towards the porridge on the table next to him, touched it and then retracted his fingers, "I can't lift it." Feng Sichen looked at Si Nian.

Si Nian: “…” Uh… Do you want me to feed you?
She came over and held the porridge in front of him, but he showed no intention of taking it.

"I'm sick." Feng Sichen said confidently, "I don't have the strength."

Si Nian: ??? excuse me??? She finally softened her heart.

She moved her chair a little forward, then took the porridge and spoon, blew them cool, and fed him one spoonful at a time.

Feng Sichen cooperated and did not resist. When the spoon reached his mouth, he ate it. After a while, he had finished the whole bowl.

At this time, his computer was delivered to him by his sister who had just returned to Bauhinia Apartment to pick up something. After delivering the things, Han Xingzi left.

She said: "I just got out of the hospital with great difficulty. I don't want to stay at work. I'm leaving now."

Han Xingzi works in the First People's Hospital.

It was now nine o'clock. Si Nian thought it was getting late, and he had woken up and eaten dinner, so she said, "Boss Feng, it's getting late, I'm going home first."

He looked up at her. Although his face was not as pale as before, he still looked a little weak. He said, "I'm sick."

"I know."

“Shouldn’t you be taking care of the sick?”

"But, you just have a stomachache, not an arm or a leg injury." Si Nian answered sincerely.

　Hahaha, I updated on time again. Don't worry, I will update steadily from now on - who can go against perfect attendance? - To celebrate my official debut, I will update 8,000 words to cheer you up.

　
(End of this chapter)