Chapter 29

"Don't be sorry. I should thank you for sending Mr. Yan back. I was too anxious just now. I didn't have a very good attitude. I hope Miss Luo won't take it seriously." Although Leng Sen was still expressionless, his attitude was a little better, and he was not as impatient as before.

After about ten minutes, the doctor just pushed out the door.

"How are you, doctor? How is Mr. Yan?" Lengsen asked first.

"Mr. Yan had a wound on his leg, but he didn't get a rest in time. Today, he did a lot of exercise, which led to the wound dehiscence and infection again. That's why he has a high fever, but it doesn't matter. After tonight, the fever will subside. However, his stomach disease is a bit serious. We can't neglect it. We must take good care of it. If we continue to neglect it, there is a great risk of cancer. "

The doctor slowly told Yan haoshe's condition.

"Thank you, doctor. I remember what you said." Lengsen nodded very politely.

"Well, if anything happens, ring me at any time."

After the doctor leaves, Xiaole makes a fuss about going to see Yan Haoyi. Luo xiaonuan takes a look at lengsen. After he gets permission, he takes Xiaole in.

"Miss Luo, I remember that you have always been Mr. Yan's personal nurse. I'm afraid you'll have to trouble you tonight."

Lengsen hands Luo xiaonuan a glass of water. He still has some things to deal with. He has no spare time to find another nurse. It happens that Luo xiaonuan is a nurse, and she can stay to take care of Yan haoshe.

Luo xiaonuan takes a look at Yan haoshe, who is in a coma. Most of the reason why he has a fever is because of her and Xiaole. It's reasonable for her to stay and take care of him.

"Don't worry. I'll take good care of Mr. Yan."

Now, Luo xiaonuan can't refuse.

"I'll trouble Miss Luo. I'll leave if I have something else to do."

While they are talking, Xiaole has climbed into bed by himself. The little man is lying beside Yan haoshe, holding Yan haoshe's tail finger in his little hand.

When Luo xiaonuan comes to the bedside, Xiaole has fallen asleep. Luo xiaonuan smiles and covers Xiaole with a quilt.

Luo xiaonuan touched Yan haoshe's forehead, the temperature has gradually subsided, at least not as hot as just now.

Sitting beside the bed, Luo xiaonuan holds his chin and looks at Yan haoshe quietly.

At this time, Yan haoshe did not have the usual domineering and cold, but his morbid face made him look more peaceful and peaceful. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow, and even his usually mean mouth also looked good.

Apart from his character, his appearance is really bad.

Looking at such a strange Yan haoshe, Luo xiaonuan's heart is a rare calm.

It turns out that he is just an ordinary person. He will be injured and sick as well.

Luo xiaonuan suddenly some want to understand some things.

If Lin Yuyan chooses to break away from the control of the Lin family in such a complex family, what about Yan haoshe? Although she didn't know what the Yan family was like, Yan haoshe was able to sit as president at a young age. He must have experienced more twists and turns and endured humiliation.

No wonder his temper is so uncertain, always think people to the bad, even a person who cares about him.

In the past ten days, Luo xiaonuan has never seen anyone visit him except lengsen and his subordinates.

Inexplicably, Luo xiaonuan felt a little bit of heartache for him.

He doesn't trust people so much because of the environment in which he grew up.

It's said that the Yan family is also a very big family, which has the most Affairs

Luo xiaonuan sighed. After seeing Yan haoshe, she was relieved about Luo fan.

Whatever the reason, Luo fan did cut Yan haoshe. When Luo xiaonuan found Yan haoshe that night, he was lying in the snow on a winter night, surrounded by blood, and had fallen into a coma.

There was no one nearby. If he hadn't found his trace and brought her home to stop bleeding, he would have died long ago.

From Yan Haoyu's point of view, if he didn't kill him directly, he would have let him go.

Luo xiaonuan talks bitterly. Although she doesn't agree with Yan haoshe's rules of the game, this is the bloody reality.

Yan haoshe seems to frown in pain. Luo xiaonuan, seeing his forbearance, reaches out his hand to touch his brow. It seems that he wants to use his own hand to soothe his sorrowThis is her first man. She always has some special feelings for him.

Yan haoshe didn't know how long he had been asleep. Before he passed out of coma, his last memory was Luo xiaonuan's words. He struggled in the dark, trying to find a way out, but he couldn't find it.

Cold, helpless, and hopeless

Suddenly, a warm little thing got into his arms, and he felt better.

When I woke up, I found that there was something round and fleshy in my arms. When I opened the quilt, I saw that Xiaole was lying in his arms and sleeping. He had not woken up yet, and his round face was red.

Yan haoshe can't help but smile, that kind of smile is so simple, without a trace of impurities.

What a lovely little fellow.

He sat up and changed the quilt for Xiaole. The wound was still a little painful. He looked around, as if it was the ward he was in at the health hospital.

Look in the trash can, there are disposable drops left after injection.

He was about to stand up when Luo xiaonuan came in with a bowl of porridge.

"You wake up, come and have something to eat!"

Seeing her coming in, Yan haoshe's smile immediately dissipated, and he regained the high cold and paralyzed face of the overbearing president. Then he made a silent gesture and took a look at Xiaole who was still sleeping.

Luo xiaonuan came in, put the porridge on the tea table, and said in a low voice, "you wake up. I think there is lean porridge in the canteen, so I brought some for you."

Yan haoshe didn't move. He didn't want to move. Instead, his leg was infected and he couldn't move

After a while, he stretched out a hand and said to Luo xiaonuan, "come and help me."

Luo xiaonuan knew that he was afraid of disturbing Xiaole's sleep, so he used to play the role of human walking stick and helped Yan haoshe to the sofa.

"Feed me." Yan haoshe spoke.

Luo xiaonuan a Leng, still want her to feed?

This man is really to give a little cheap, began to gain an inch.

"I'm a patient." Yan haoshe didn't have any consciousness.

Luo xiaonuan felt helpless, but he could only honestly pick up the spoon and feed it one by one, but he muttered in a low voice: "Xiaole doesn't need to be fed at all. It's such a big person, how can it be worse than a child?"

Yan haoshe raised her eyebrows and said, "what are you talking about?"

"No, nothing." Luo xiaonuan spits out his tongue bitterly. Fortunately, he doesn't hear her clearly.

"The porridge is good today." Yan Haoyi's mouth seems to be inadvertent.