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Her husband was injured for other women. She was worried and had to take care of her. It was a lie to say she didn't hold the fire. In an instant, Ji Qianyu really felt like vomiting blood. When she walked out of the elevator, the strength under her feet stamped the ground and the stairs made a sound.

"No, just a small needle!"

"Mr. Feng, your wound is very inflamed, mainly due to the rust on the iron, so the first treatment place is not so clean. You'd better listen to the doctor's advice. If you relapse and sew again, you'll suffer more. It's also easy to fester and cause other complications!"

"If I say nothing, I'll be fine. Why are you so wordy? I really have to hurry home and hurry! "

"Two less, half an hour! No matter how urgent it is, it doesn't need this Kung Fu? If you don't do it well, you will be disabled! "

"I spent half an hour -"

……

Ji Qianyu went to the door and heard the argument. When he opened the door, he saw Feng Yiting still pulling his clothes with his shoulders. At the same time, the two little nurses were at a loss. Their faces were ugly and turned their eyes. Ji Qianyu angrily said;

"What are you talking to him about? Just stick it! There are no Mr. Feng, no two, only patients. You has the final say.

"Yuer? Why are you here? "

A bright light flashed across the bottom of his eyes. Feng Yiting's body, which was eager to get out of bed, was slackened at this time. While talking, his eyes glanced slightly unhappily over Jiang Hong coming in behind him. When his eyes met, he could only shrug helplessly:

He didn't call people, okay?

Similarly, he gave him a big angry eye. Ji Qianyu directly said to the nurse, "tie it, please!"

Come forward, Ji Qianyu directly took Feng Yiting's hand and handed it to him. At the same time, he gave him a warning look: "is money important or health important? Give you 20 billion, can you buy your life back? "

When the voice fell, Ji Qianyu muttered again: "I'm out of my mind -"

Her mouth was very angry, but her movements were very gentle. She watched the nurse prick him with a needle, almost holding his hand back in both hands. She didn't know that Feng Yiting was in a hurry to leave. In fact, he wanted to see her. After all, he didn't go back all night. He was injured and didn't dare to call her. When she came, his hanging heart returned to his stomach.

"Brother Ting, I've gone through all the formalities. If I'm okay, I'll go back to the company first!"

"Um ~"

Nodded and changed his eyes, Jiang Hong immediately withdrew.

Hang a tag on him and wrap a bandage around his half exposed arm. It seems that the area is not small. He looks pale and the whole person is obviously haggard and tired. Ji Qianyu holds him back, cushions him with two pillows, adjusts his position, and doesn't say anything. He turns around and pulls the little nurse to the corner and lowers his voice:

"Miss nurse, my husband... What's the situation? Does it matter? "

"Madam, don't worry. It's all skin trauma. It didn't hurt the muscles and bones. According to Mr. Feng's words, it wasn't hit, but part of the falling billboard rubbed his body. With strong impulse and sharp knife edge, the wound is deep and long, and there is a little blood loss. In addition, the billboard may have been in the sun and rain for some years, and it may be rusty, Therefore, there are iron filings and rust left in the wound, which makes it a little inflamed and infected. We have already treated it again. You'd better persuade Mr. Feng to stay in hospital for observation for two days. If the wound grows well and finds something different, it will be cut and sutured at that time. It will not only be more troublesome and suffer a second crime, but also aggravate the disease due to ulceration and cause greater harm to the body -- "

"I'll persuade him to cooperate with the doctor! Thank you ~ "

On the other hand, he was busy until midnight and injured again. Feng Yiting, who was tired physically and mentally, shot a hanging needle and saw his beloved woman. Suddenly, he was sleepy. The familiar image shook in front of him, and there was the most beautiful lullaby in his ear. Slowly, he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar figure quietly busy in front of him, tucking him in and wiping his hands with a warm wet towel.

He blinked his eyes vaguely, and the corners of his lips had been raised.

Inadvertently, Ji Qianyu's eyes collided with each other. The next second, the corners of his lips also drooped. He put down his towel and took a step forward. Then he pulled over a pillow and put it on one side. He didn't ask if he could get up. He raised his hand to try the temperature of his forehead and quickly took it back.

“……”

Before he could make a sound, Ji Qianyu turned sideways, and his heart clicked. Feng Yiting also had a clear consciousness:

Is she angry?

Subconsciously, he had moved up with his elbow and leaned against one side of the pillow. He had just stabilized. At the table, a small white bowl had been put in the past. The strong smell of rice porridge came to his nostrils, and Feng Yiting was a little depressed: there was really only one bowl of porridge. There was nothing except this!

Lifting his eyes, he just wanted to say something, but saw Ji Qianyu turn around to work on his own again. Unexpectedly, he didn't say a word?

Looking at the porridge in front of him, he had a profound consciousness: it was prepared for him, and there was no choice!

The porridge was still steaming, and the back of her hand was clean. She had some intentions, but her attitude also conveyed another meaning: there are opinions - deep opinions on him!

Thinking of the events before and after the injury, Feng Yiting probably guessed that he went to save Ding Ruoxue, brought the injury back, and bothered her to take care of it, which made her feel aggrieved and unhappy!

There should be care for him, and anger is indispensable. Therefore, it has become such a thing in front of you? On the one hand, he served and took care of him, on the other hand, he shook his face?

Eat or not?

I can't say I'm hungry. I don't have an appetite, but subconsciously Feng Yiting feels like he hasn't eaten for a long time. I should eat some! Moreover, she took it and didn't eat it. It's estimated that she's guilty again!

His hands moved and his shoulders hurt. Unconsciously, his wrists still shook without strength. With a flash of inspiration, he turned his body sideways. He seemed to be struggling not to pick up the bowl, but scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and deliberately bumped it into a big noise.

After a thousand seconds, his bowl was scooped up, and his spoon was delivered to his mouth.

"Yuer?" Are you angry with me?

The sight collided, but Ji Qianyu didn't open his head directly. However, the spoon didn't take back. Faintly, Feng Yiting could only sigh gently.