Loyal Husband, Be Gentle Please

When he was about to walk to the door, he suddenly thought of something and turned to An Hao, "Oh yes, he might have a fever at night, so remember to help him cool it down. If his fever does not subside tomorrow morning, you will have to bring him to the hospital, even if he does not want to, you have to bring him along, if not force him to his death, alright?"

An Hao was struck a little dumb by his words. "I said that I want to go home later, I can't take care of him."

Su Chen did not even bother with her for a moment, and just opened the door and left as soon as he finished speaking.

An Hao was even speechless and pointed to the door. He looked back at Lin Lang with an especially depressed expression and said angrily: "He … He … How could he be like this? Isn't he your friend? "

"He was just a doctor when he didn't want to be nosy." Lin Lang felt a little tired, he raised his arm to his forehead and closed his eyes: "If you want to go then go. It's so late, you have to be careful by yourself, if you can't go home you'll have to find an inn, don't wander the streets alone in the middle of the night."

An Hao pursed her lips and did not say a word.

Lin Lang waited for a moment but did not hear a sound, he raised his arm that was covering his eyes and looked at her, then sighed: "You can leave without worry, your wounds have already been treated, even if you have a high fever, you will not die."

His voice was very soft and somewhat hoarse. His two sword-like eyebrows were knitted together the entire time. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and his gaze carried a sickly haziness. He looked extremely uncomfortable.

An Hao still did not speak, and it was unknown whether he was unconscious or sleepy. Right now, he only wanted to sleep, he once again placed his arm on his forehead and casually said: "If you leave, remember to close the door."

He was ready to go to sleep.

An Hao pursed her lips and stared at him, she was suddenly a little angry in her heart, but she did not know who to be angry at, why did she run all the way to that street in the middle of the night, and why did she meet him? If they hadn't met, then there wouldn't have been so many problems. Heaven knows how many times she didn't want to bother with him.

She took a deep breath and walked to the side of the sofa. Perhaps it was convenient for her to treat her wounds, but Lin Lang had stripped down to his four-cornered underwear, and a thick layer of gauze wrapped around his upper body. It was the same on his right thigh.

Seeing him like this, An Hao couldn't even muster up any awkward thoughts, and said with a bad tone: "You're planning to sleep on the sofa in the hall for the whole night?"

Lin Lang's thoughts were no longer clear. Upon hearing the voice, he instinctively opened his eyes and was a little surprised to see her: "Didn't you want to go home?"

"Just treat it as me owing you in my previous life." An Hao huffed and puffed as he bent down to support his arm, wanting to help him up: "Get up, I'll bring you to your room to sleep."

Lin Lang was not courteous, he directly wrapped his arm around her neck and used her strength to stand up.

When he touched her skin, An Hao felt that his entire body was burning hot, and had already developed a high fever. She could not help but mutter: "You still say that you won't die, and if you keep burning like this for the night, even if you don't die, you'll still become an idiot."

Looking at her wrinkled little face, Lin Lang couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and retort angrily: "Don't tell me you still need me to beg you to stay?"

This voice sounded like it was about to die, causing people to feel extremely uncomfortable. An Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Quickly stop talking, I feel uncomfortable listening to you."