Chapter 1386

Her husband was hurt for another woman, and she had to take care of her. It was a lie to say that she didn't hold her fire. In a flash, Ji Qianyu felt like vomiting blood. When she walked out of the elevator, her strength stomped on the floor and the stairs all made a sound.

"No, just a small injection!"

"Mr. Feng, your wound is very inflamed. It's mainly due to the rust on the iron ware, so the first treatment is not so clean. You'd better listen to the doctor's advice. If it recurres and sutures again, it's easy to fester and cause other complications."

"I said it's ok if it's OK. Why are you so wordy? I'm really in a hurry to get home. Hurry up

"Two little, half an hour! No matter how urgent it is, isn't it? If you don't, you will be disabled! "

"For half an hour, I was -"

... "

Ji Qianyu goes to the door and hears the argument. He pushes the door open and sees Feng Yiting pulling his clothes with his shoulder. The two little nurses are at a loss. Their faces are very ugly. They roll their eyes and Ji Qianyu says angrily;

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

"What are you talking about? What are you doing here? "

There was a flash of bright light at the bottom of his eyes. Feng Yiting's body, who was eager to get out of bed, was slack. When he spoke, his eyes swept past Jiang Hong who came in behind him with a little displeasure. With the intersection of his eyes, he could only shrug his shoulders helplessly:

didn't he call people?

Similarly, give him a big white eyes, Ji Qianyu directly to the nurse: "bar, trouble you!"

Before, Ji Qianyu directly took Feng Yiting's hand and gave it to him. At the same time, he gave him a warning look: "is money important or body important? If I give you 20 billion yuan, can I buy your life back? "

Ji Qianyu muttered again: "I've lost my mind --"

her mouth is very angry, but her action is very gentle. She watched the nurse put a needle into him, almost holding his hand back. 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 heart went back to his stomach.

"Brother Ting, I've finished all the procedures. If it's OK, I'll go back to the company first!"

"Well ~"

nodded and changed his eyes, then Jiang Hong stepped back.

Hang a hangtag on him and bandage his half exposed arm. It seems that the area is not small. He looks pale and his whole body is obviously haggard and tired. Ji Qianyu holds him back and cushions him with two pillows. After adjusting his position, he pulls the little nurse to the corner and lowers his voice:

"Miss nurse, My husband What happened? Does it matter? "

"Don't worry, madam. It's all skin injuries. I didn't hurt my bones and muscles. As Mr. Feng said, I didn't get hit. But part of the billboard that fell off wiped his body. The strong impact and sharp knife edge made the wound deeper and longer. It lost a bit of blood. In addition, the billboard may be some years old. It may be rusty in the sun and rain, so it was hurt Iron filings and rust are left in the mouth, which leads to inflammation and infection. We have already dealt with it again. You'd better advise Mr. Feng to stay in hospital for two days. If the wound grows well and then finds something strange, it will be cut and treated again and sutured at that time. It's not only more troublesome and will suffer a second crime, but also may aggravate the disease due to ulceration, causing greater damage to the body - "

" I'm sorry He will be advised to cooperate with the doctor! Thank you ~ "

on the other hand, he was busy until midnight and hurt again. He was very tired, and he was holding a needle. When he saw his beloved woman, he was suddenly sleepy. The familiar image was shaking 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 corner of his lips had been raised.

Inadvertently, the sight of a collision, Ji Qianyu's hand meal, the next second, lips also followed down, put down the towel, step forward, and then pulled a pillow on the side, did not ask him to get up, raised his hand to try the temperature of his forehead, and quickly back.

“……”

Before opening her mouth to make a sound, Ji Qianyu has turned her body, her heart is thumping, and Feng Yiting has a clear consciousness:

is she angry?

Subconsciously, he had already supported his elbow and moved up. He leaned on one side of the pillow. As soon as he was stable, a small white bowl had been put by the table. The strong smell of rice porridge came to his nostrils. As soon as his eyes fell, Feng Yiting was also a little depressed: there was only one bowl of porridge, nothing but this!

Lift Mou, just want to say what, but see quarter thousand language and turn around to busy oneself of, unexpectedly a words all have no?Looking at the porridge in front of him, he had a deep consciousness: it was prepared for him, and there was no choice!

Porridge is still steaming, and the back of her hand is clean. She has her heart, but her attitude also conveys another meaning: have opinions - have deep opinions on him!

Think of the things before and after the injury, Feng Yiting probably also guessed: it is estimated that he went to save Ding Ruoxue, but also brought back the injury, and bothered her to take care of it, let her not happy!

There should be concern for him, and anger is indispensable, so it's like this? On the one hand, he served and took care of him, on the other hand, he gave him a shake?

Eat or not?

I can't say I'm hungry. I have no appetite, but subconsciously Feng Yiting feels that he hasn't eaten for a long time. He should eat a little! What's more, she took it. If she didn't eat it, it would be a great sin!

His hands moved and his shoulders ached. Involuntarily, his wrists still trembled. With a flash of inspiration, he turned his body sideways. It seemed that he didn't lift the bowl, but put a spoon into his mouth and made a big noise intentionally.

As expected, his third spoon had not yet touched the bowl, and the small bowl had already been carried up. The next second, Ji Qianyu grabbed the spoon in his hand, scooped a spoon and sent it to his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Are you mad at me?

The sight of a collision, Ji thousand language but directly don't open the head, however, the spoon did not take back, secluded ground, seal a ting can only lightly sigh a tone.