Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

The action on the hand of the man who is eating deeply pauses for a moment, raises eyelid, thin and sharp eye looks at her.

Jiang Nuan was almost abandoned by his real sight. The air was quiet for a time. She took a deep breath in the dull atmosphere and bravely looked at his sight.

The two lines of sight meet in the air.

Ginger warm put down chopsticks, abnormal calm, "I know, your left leg injury."

Fu Yi's neck seemed to be pinched, his voice was low and hoarse, and his throat was dry. "Who told you that?" It's not that he won't let her know.

"At the beginning, Ning Meng chatted with me and mentioned it by accident. I didn't feel at ease. I called my grandmother and asked her. She didn't want to say it. I pestered her for a long time before she told me that your leg had fallen down. Later, I went to find Xu Qingrong. Xu Qingrong said that the old wound on your left leg recurred after you went back from Beijing. The wound was soaked in water and inflamed, and the meat on it was rotten. Zhang Yan operated on you, but still left irreparable injuries. "

Jiang Nuan watched him sit quietly and listen to himself, neither admitting nor denying. His lips murmured for a moment, and he said, "Zhang Yan specializes in orthopedics, I study neurology, and his professional knowledge in muscles and bones is not as good as me. I have checked cases of this type of situation all over the world, and the site of permanent trauma is generally not on bones, but on nerves. You might as well let me show you. Maybe I can think of a better way to recover than now. "

Postoperative rehabilitation is a long process, especially after major surgery, if people want to return to the previous physical state, they must actively cooperate with the rehabilitation doctors.

In recent days, she specially checked the relevant cases and came up with a set of systematic rehabilitation methods for him. She only had to check the degree of his left leg injury in person.

Jiang Nuan's expression was sincere and his tone was mixed. He threw down his chopsticks and grabbed his hand. "I know you don't want me to see it. Please, I can't sleep if I don't try."

"..." Fu Yi's eyes moved to her hand.

Regardless of shame, Jiang Nuan clutched his hand hard, cheeky and pleaded with his eyes, "please, Fu Yi, let me have a look for you, OK?"

The relapse of his old injury can't be said to be caused by her, but she knows that she can't be indifferent. This man is Fu Yi. He's no one else. It's not clear who's right and who's wrong that day, and she doesn't want to worry about who's wrong a little more. She doesn't want to see a man who has been proud all his life fall into lifelong disability because of a small misunderstanding.

He has a long way to go and a bright and broad future.

She can't be a streetlight for him, at least she doesn't want to be a roadblock to destroy him.

She wants him well.

Even when she hated him deeply five years ago, she wanted him well.

They can't go back to their youth, but in her memories of youth, Xinghe is a person, ideal is a person, once like and admire is also, has always been the son of heaven called Fu Yi.

He was born with his own light, living brilliantly, shining around the people, but also lit up her life.

He was the world in all the days from her teens to her 25th.

"Please, Fu Yi." Ginger warm heart is very heavy, a sour nose, eyes are also hot up, as if there is water gas or gas gushing out.

She can't imagine that the man in front of her is really disabled. Just thinking about it, she can't stand it. She prefers that the person who is disabled is herself, which is better than Fu Yi and makes her feel uncomfortable.