Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

She turned her face away, looked at him, and smiled.

Chang Mian's face was somber.

Changshang has already turned around and continued to wash him.

In a confined space, with such a moody man, every minute and every second is suffering, but she has no choice, so she doesn't want to struggle for too long.

Because of entanglement for too long, the mood will become bad and it will hurt the body.In fact, she took it lightly and faced him with a very calm heart. No matter how moody he was, she could retreat completely.

After washing his whole body, Chang Mian reminded her that there was a set of clean clothes in the cabinet next to the hospital bed, so she went to find them out and carefully put them on for him. The only thing he could wear was the top, but the trousers were because he was wearing a plaster cast. Temporarily unwearable.

She took the quilt to cover him, looked into his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep.

Maybe he was really tired, but he fell asleep in a few seconds.

Chang Chang just woke up, not feeling sleepy.

Although she was very afraid of him, seeing that he had always had an indescribable sense of trust in her, she thought that if she could tolerate the patients, she should be more tolerant, but then again, what if she was not tolerant, Chang Chang shook Shaking his head, he sat beside him with his mobile phone and played.

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The medicine dripped down in the infusion tube, and Chang Mian barely opened his fluffy eyes after sleeping. He hadn't raised his legs to sleep so aggrieved in many years, and woke up feeling so stiff that he wasn't his own.Fortunately, his physique has always been tough, and he doesn't even catch a cold.

He wanted to raise his hand, but found that his hand without the needle was numb and blocked with blood.

He looked down and found that Xin Changshang's head was pressed against his hand, lying on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

She fell asleep, breathing evenly, her slender eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time, her skin was as delicate as ceramics, and her beauty was beyond real.

He twitched his hand lightly, and the sleeping man pouted his mouth unhappily.

Chang Mian pinched the center of his brows, his heart itching with hatred, he didn't sleep well all night, but she seemed to sleep well, he was the most impatient person, but he was so considerate that he didn't withdraw his hand.

There were only the two of them in the huge ward, with the soft morning light shining in, Chang Mian looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

With a creak, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

The nurse came in to check whether the infusion was finished, and at the same time, performed a routine temperature and blood pressure check on Chang Mian.

When she was about to quit at the end, Chang Mian handed her over: "Bring a blanket and cover her up."

He pouted his chin and pointed to Xin Changshang who was sleeping beside him.

"Okay, wait a minute."

The nurse withdrew, quickly brought a blanket, and rushed to Chang Mian's body, and then asked Chang Mian what she needed, Chang Mian waved her hand, and she walked out lightly.

Chang Mian raised the hand that had finished the infusion and picked it up. After looking at it twice, she went to her phone book. There were only a few people on it, and his nickname was Zhenger. In the Eight Classics, the word "Chang Mian" was changed, and it was no longer "Hundred Days to Wear the Intestine".

After he let out a long breath, he felt an inexplicable emptiness again.

He conveniently changed it to "Hundred Days of Intestine Piercing", and it was a hundred days of intestinal piercing. Chang Mian is not uncommon for a name that is serious and unemotional.

Chang Mian propped her head on one hand, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, staring at the ceiling indifferently, and fell into deep thought again.