The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 41
Zeng Li fell ill and was not sent to the hospital, but a private doctor came to see him at home.

In her room on the fourth floor, Zeng Li was leaning against the bed, her red and swollen eyes were no longer as cold as usual, and she was staring blankly ahead. The doctor was helping her with the bruise on her forehead.

In fact, the injury on her forehead was not a big deal. What was more serious was that her right leg and shin muscles were strained.

The demonic low curse is still ringing in your ears, Zeng Li, now let you taste the feeling of not being able to move freely...

Zeng Li couldn't help shivering. Subconsciously, Zeng Li was afraid of Mo Zhiqian, a demon.

Mo Zhiqian was the same age as Zeng Li, even half a year younger than her.

During Zeng Huiyun's hospitalization, Zeng Li felt deeply guilty and apologetic towards Mo Zhiqian, so even if she was treated coldly, she still felt that she deserved it.

But this guilt turned into hatred the moment he was possessed by him, a deep-rooted hatred, but now, that hatred was replaced by fear at some point, the fear that came from the depths of his heart.

Sometimes Zeng Li really hates his cowardice.

If she could be stronger, if she could be more selfish, if she could be braver, perhaps she would have been freed long ago.

Dr. Li put the last piece of adhesive tape on, and reminded me aloud while packing up the medicine box.

"The bandage is done. Don't let the wound get wet before it heals, otherwise it will leave scars. The tendon in the right leg is severely strained. There is also a slight misalignment of the hip bone. It has been straightened, but I can't get out of bed and walk around in the near future, otherwise the misalignment will continue."

"How long ago?" Zeng Li turned his eyes, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked at Dr. Li with a dull gaze.

Dr. Li was still tidying up the medicine box. He raised his head and glanced at her, his eyebrows tightened indistinctly, and then lowered his eyes to continue tidying up.

"It will take at least half a month, but it also varies from person to person. If you are in good physical condition, you may be able to recover in about ten days. If you are in poor physical condition, you may not recover in a month."

"Thank you." When Dr. Li picked up the medicine box and was about to leave the room, Zeng Li mechanically thanked him, and then turned his dull eyes to look forward.

Mo Zhiqian stood in the corridor on the fourth floor, with a cigarette between his fingers, leaning against the wall, the lingering smoke clouded his eyes, and he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes with his downcast eyes.

"The shot was too heavy." When Dr. Li passed by him, he reached out and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly.

Mo Zhiqian raised his eyes, followed Dr. Li's figure until he disappeared around the corner of the stairs, then he slowly raised his hand, brought the smoke between his fingers to his lips and took a sip, Hei Yao's eyes narrowed slightly.

Aunt Liu came over with a small bowl of chicken soup, and greeted politely when she saw the male owner smoking against the wall of the corridor.

"gentlemen."

Mo Zhiqian glanced indifferently, but did not respond, but when Aunt Liu walked into Zeng Li's room, he threw most of the cigarette butt on the marble floor, and followed him in.

"Miss in-laws, I made chicken soup for you. I added ginseng and a few traditional Chinese medicines in it. They are all nourishing to your body. Drink it while it's hot. After drinking it, your body will recover quickly."

Zeng Li turned his head to look at the nanny standing in front of the bed, his gaze was dull, and after a long time, he reached out to take the soup bowl, said in a low voice, "Thank you." Then he took the bowl and went to drink the soup.

"Eat this." Mo Zhiqian said in a timely manner before the chicken soup entered his mouth.

(End of this chapter)