Before Xiong Miao could explain anything, Gu Yi disappeared.
Of course, the relationship between her and Zhan Yeling is already here, and even an explanation is just a cover-up.
Xiong Miao took a few heavy breaths to calm down his panic.
After calming down a little, she turned her eyes back and looked at Zhan Yeling on the bed.
Then he saw Zhan Yeling's furrowed brows and the painful expression on his face.
Xiong Miao's heart tightened, and she became worried: "What's wrong, Zhan Yeling, does it hurt?"
Only then did she realize that when she got up just now, she accidentally supported his chest with her hand, perhaps pressing on his wound.
I blamed myself and felt distressed again: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll go to Dr. Cheng to show you..."
She was about to leave after speaking, but Zhan Yeling grabbed her hand and stopped her: "No need, I'm fine..."
Xiong Miao looked at his chest, because he hadn't had time to button it, so he could clearly see his exposed chest, and there was no sign of red on the gauze.
That is to say, the wound did not open, and now, Xiong Miao's tight heart finally fell down.
Turn around and button him up.
"You really can't move around anymore, what if the wound opens?" Xiong Miao said to him angrily.
"It's okay." Zhan Yeling calmed down and said.
"Why don't you get in the way? Doctor Cheng said that if the wound is touched, it will probably hurt the lungs." Xiong Miao said nervously and annoyed.
"Listen to his nonsense!" Zhan Yeling's lips curled up slightly, obviously not paying attention to Cheng Jiuyuan's words.
In his eyes, Cheng Jiuyuan was just a quack doctor who made a fuss over a molehill.
"What nonsense, he's your attending doctor!" Xiong Miao reminded him, buttoning up his buttons while talking.
"You should be glad that I'm still alive under his scalpel." Zhan Yeling said in a low voice.
Xiong Miao blinked in disbelief: "Is Cheng Jiuyuan's medical skills so bad?"
She was successfully led astray by Zhan Yeling without even noticing it.
"Otherwise?" Zhan Yeling asked back.
Xiong Miao naturally believed in Zhan Yeling more.
"After that, Cheng Jiuyuan will be fired." Xiong Miao replied, still looking filled with righteous indignation.
Hearing Zhan Yeling's words, the corners of his lips twitched.
"Let's not talk about this for now, let's eat first." She walked to the tea table and picked up the porridge.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took a spoonful of porridge and fed it into his mouth: "Open your mouth."
Zhan Yeling was not polite to her, and ate the porridge she fed.
"Is it delicious?" Xiong Miao asked expectantly.
Anyway, she had eaten it before, and it was delicious.
"Taste it." Zhan Yeling didn't answer her, but asked her to taste it herself.
Isn't it delicious this time?
Xiong Miao blinked, took another spoonful, and put it into his mouth.
"It's delicious..." Xiong Miao said.
"Then you eat." Zhan Yeling stared at her with black eyes.
He still can't recognize her face, but listening to her voice, he can discern her emotions.
"How can that work? This is specially for you." Xiong Miao said, sending food to his mouth, but she knew the importance of it.
"You can eat." Zhan Yeling kept his mouth shut.
"I came here after eating at Yening Garden." Xiong Miao explained, "I'm not hungry."
After Zhan Yeling listened to her words, he turned around and ate the porridge she handed to him.
He worried that she would suffer from hypoglycemia when she was hungry.
Now that she is full, don't force her.