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Chapter 101 Illness Benefits (1)
The person on the bed frowned and made no response.

"Xiachu." He stubbornly shouted again and again, "Xiachu." Worried, panic, helpless, distressed... Too many emotions intertwined in his eyes, becoming turbulent.

He wrapped her hands in his palms, and his hands were cold and trembling slightly.

He leaned over, stared at her face, kissed the side of her stiff lips: "Xia Chu, answer me."

"I am cold."

Jiang Xia Chu's voice was like a gnat, as if she was talking in her sleep, but after all, she responded to Zuo Cheng, her beautiful eyebrows fixed.

The flustered man was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, but he seemed at a loss again. After a while, he whispered to the sleeping man: "Xia Chu, I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Cheng reached out his hand and turned off the light. In the darkness of the room, only his pair of cool eyes were shockingly brighter than the stars in the night.

The apricot-yellow streetlights outside the window leaked in, illuminating that person's hands exquisitely as if they were in a painting, with trembling fingertips, she lifted the corner of the quilt and unbuttoned her black shirt.The weak light hit his delicate side face, and there was only a pale face in his eyes.

He must have never had any experience in taking care of others, Zuo Cheng's movements were clumsy and flustered, his eyes trembling with ups and downs, it took a lot of trouble to change Jiang Xiachu into clean clothes, and wrap her up tightly.

"Is it still cold?" A thin layer of sweat broke out on Zuo Cheng's forehead, and he stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Xiachu's forehead, it was scorching hot.

She curled up, trembling all over, her face was frighteningly white, and said drowsily, "It's cold." Her voice was hoarse and hoarse.

There seemed to be dense needle pricks in his heart, and the feeling of piercing was distressing. He had never been so distracted. The man who was always omnipotent was now panicking like a child, and his hands were also trembling. , even with the quilt tightly hugging the person who loves to the bone, kissing her forehead lightly as if walking on thin ice: "Would it be cold to hold you like this?"

The person in his arms was just trembling, his lips bit his skin.

His eyes are like the twilight in late autumn, they are soft and black, he leaned over, kissed her lips, and coaxed softly, "Good boy."

A man who is usually vigorous and decisive, he is full of gentleness and unreserved.

How many men in the world can treat a woman like this?
He hugged her, but was silent for a moment, and she suddenly murmured: "It hurts."

The sober Jiang Xiachu never yelled for pain, but precisely because of this, that one word was enough to make Zuocheng lose all his sanity, and he only remembered to call her name in horror: "Xiachu."

So what if her heart is as heavy as the sea and full of scheming, she is not as clumsy and helpless as a child when facing the piece of meat in her heart, she just stares at her blankly and hugs her.

"I hurt." Jiang Xiachu's pale face was covered with a layer of sweat, but his body was cold, and he began to twitch slightly.

"Where does it hurt? Xia Chu, tell me, where does it hurt?" The hand holding Jiang Xiachu didn't seem to dare to use force, his obsidian eyes seemed to be covered with gray, and he couldn't see clearly.

"It hurts so much." She was unconscious and just moaned.

"Where does it hurt?" His hoarse voice was choked, "How can I make it so that you don't hurt? Tell me." He held her face, his clear fingertips were trembling slightly, and even his breathing became tense. Be careful.

In this world, he could hold life and death in the palm of his hand, but this was the first time he hated such powerlessness so much.

He thought that if she could be safe, even if he gave everything he had, he found sadly that everything he had was useless to her.

"Zuocheng." She fell into a deep sleep, and blurted out these two words.

Some people say that when a person is in a nightmare or deep sleep, the person who speaks and reads is always the one who hides the deepest and deepest in his heart. Because it is hidden so deeply, no one knows, even herself.

Zuo Cheng...she seldom called his name like this, it was less cold and unguarded, purely as if it was a kind of concern, a kind of peace of mind.

However, this night was originally an unconscious and unreal dream. Zuo Cheng never woke up, because he felt distressed, forgot to calculate, forgot to speculate, and forgot about it. He only remembered a feeling, which is called heart piercing.

"Chu Xia." He still only called out this name, the two words carried all the unbearable emotions and became heavy.

"Zuocheng." She grabbed his sleeve tremblingly, her teeth seemed to be trembling, her voice was a little unclear, "I hurt."

"The doctor will be here soon." His eyes flashed brightly, his pupils were reddish, "Good boy, the pain will be gone soon."

It must have been in excruciating pain, and even she, who never said it was painful, couldn't bear it anymore, she just frowned stubbornly.

"At the beginning of summer." Under the dim light, Zuo Cheng's long eyelashes were stained with clear tears.

She was in pain, but she couldn't cry. He couldn't hurt for her, so he cried for her.

Some men have cried for many women in their lives, some men have cried many times for one woman, and some men have cried once for one woman in their lives.

Zuo Cheng must have loved this woman so badly, so his tears are a derivative of Jiang Xiachu.

The world seemed to be silent, he hugged her, he was trembling, because she was trembling in his arms.

The endless waiting in fear came to an abrupt end when Uncle Jin entered the door.

"Master."

The man who was regarded as a god by the Zuo family and believed in was not even wearing shoes at this time. He was muddy, downcast, and panicked. He grabbed the man in white behind Uncle Jin by the collar: "Help her, she keeps crying out for pain." .”

The man in white is called Zuo Zuo, he is a private doctor with the Zuo family's surname, his appearance is too tender to tell his age, in the years of Zuo's family, he has never seen such an appearance of his immediate master, he was stunned for a moment.

"Did you hear that, treat her quickly, if—"

"It hurts." The person on the bed groaned unconsciously, and the irrational man suddenly calmed down, let go, turned back to the bed, hugged the person on the bed, and coaxed softly: "Xia Chu, the doctor is here, The pain will be gone soon."

Uncle Jin was probably not surprised by the strangeness, and the left and right were dumbfounded.

"Did you hear that? She is crying for pain, no matter what method you use, stop her pain first." The gentle man turned into the king who killed life with one word in a blink of an eye, and every word made people's hearts jump.

The left and right who were thinking about it immediately trembled: "Yes, sir."

Before that side started, cold sweat broke out on the left and right sides, and he had never been so nervous to take out the bullet from the side of the human heart. He was sure that if there was a slight mistake, he would never be able to get out of this door.

Holding the stethoscope in his hand trembling slightly, he looked up, and the man holding the woman didn't seem to have any intention of avoiding it, he hesitated left and right and asked: "Sir, you need to untie your clothes."

(End of this chapter)