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After hearing his big brother's words, Han Qizheng remembered that he was no longer alone. He was also married, and there was still a woman waiting for him at home.

The window was slightly ajar, and a cold wind blew into the car. Suddenly, a strange smell entered his nose. After searching for a while, it turned out to be the strange smell of the perfume in the car, which was blown by the warm air of the air-conditioning system.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the perfume from the counter in front of the car and threw it out the window. He then revealed a look of disdain.

When he thought of the faint cherry blossoms fragrance that Du Xiaoyu had left on his body, a smile of happiness appeared on his face. A feeling of returning home suddenly rose from his heart, and on a deserted street, he drove very fast, wishing he could see her immediately.

After Du Xiaoyu finished showering, she found a shirt of Han Qizheng's from the closet and covered herself with it. She walked back and forth in the room, bare thighs, wondering how Big Sis and Big Sis were doing, whether Big Sis would complain to Big Sis, she was worried about Xu Muyun's health, after all, she was pregnant, so although she didn't understand, she at least knew that this time was very dangerous.

After getting used to the layout of her bedroom, she wandered around the room like she was in her own room. She didn't care at all. The biggest difference between this room and hers was that it had a desk and a swivel chair by the window.

As she walked in the room, she accidentally stepped on the wheels of the chair. The floor was smooth and reasonable; there was no resistance at all. The light swivel chair was directly sent flying after her collision, and she didn't even have the time to retract her feet. As the chair slipped away, her legs also followed along with her.

With no more support from her body, she instinctively wanted to grab onto something. However, before she could grab the chair, she slammed her leg onto the ground. The leg behind her heavily hit the stone floor.

In an instant, her entire body was engulfed in pain. She didn't need to look to know that she had lost a lot of blood because she could feel a sense of warmth.

Thus, when Han Qizheng returned home, he saw this wonderful scene. His wife was wearing his shirt, barefooted, and was practicing yoga on the floor, but why did she have such a strange look on her face?

"Du Xiaoyu, I only practiced yoga with grace and ease. What kind of expression is that? It's even uglier than eating sh * t." Han Qizheng sat on the edge of the bed and teased her. He didn't notice that she was injured.

Du Xiaoyu was in so much pain that stars appeared in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, "Hurry and help me. It's so painful that I can't get up."

Han Qizheng realized that the situation wasn't good. He got up and walked to her side. "What happened to you?"

Du Xiaoyu pointed at the leg behind her. When Han Qizheng saw the small puddle of bright red on the ground, he instantly felt his heart stop beating. He held her armpit and pulled her up from the ground.

He placed her on the bed, blood still oozing out from a large wound on his right leg. His gaze turned dark as he complained, "Why are you so stupid? How could you make yourself look like this in the room?"

Du Xiaoyu pouted at him resentfully. Since she was already like this, couldn't he be more gentle? He curled up his leg and urged her to blow on it with his mouth in an attempt to relieve the pain, but it was useless. It was still as painful as if he had been stabbed.

"Where's your clothes? Put them on, I'll take you to the hospital." Han Qizheng searched for a long time, but still couldn't find the clothes she changed into.

"Clothes, didn't you leave them on the car? I came back wearing that suit. It's okay. I don't need to go to the hospital. I can stop bleeding after a while." Han Qizheng raised his head and swept his eyes over her wronged but unaffected face. This woman truly didn't know how to see the wind and use the wind. In this sort of situation, if it were another woman, they wouldn't have waited for the opportunity to cry at him.

Han Qizheng didn't say anything as he turned and left the bedroom. Du Xiaoyu thought he was angry with her, but the pain in her leg made her not have the heart to care. Her hand lightly touched the wound on her leg.

Han Qizheng walked in from outside. With one hand holding the medicine box and the other holding a plastic bottle, he saw that there were four large words written on top of the bottle, "Medical Alcohol."

She was afraid of alcohol or iodine. It would hurt more if she put it on than if she dropped it. She quickly put her leg under the blanket and called out to him, "Um, I'm done. There's no need to apply the medicine."

"Extend your legs!" Han Qizheng's voice was cold, not allowing her to refuse.

Du Xiaoyu shivered and obediently stuck her leg out of the blanket. She saw that he was holding hydrogen peroxide in his hand. Luckily, this thing only bubbled when it was rubbed. It wasn't painful at all.

So she wasn't too worried. She closed her eyes and didn't watch as he attacked her. Surprisingly, his hand movements were very gentle. She only felt something brush against her leg, but she didn't feel any pain.

Only then did she open her eyes, but she wanted to close her eyes again. This guy actually took out an iodine, this thing was so painful, ordering it was heart-wrenching. Han Qizheng acted as if he was afraid that she would escape, but he actually used his hand to press against her leg, making it so that she couldn't break free.

Ye Zichen clenched his teeth and allowed the iodine in his hand to pour down on her wound.

The suffering was over, but it was as if Han Qizheng wanted to coat all the things in the medicine box for her. He took out a small bottle from the medicine box, and when she focused, it was actually red medicine.

She quickly stopped him from opening the bottle, "Big Brother, are you trying to save me, or are you trying to harm me!?"

"What's wrong?" Han Qizheng asked in confusion.

"Brother, you are holding a red potion, known as amalgam. It is a weak antiseptic and antiseptic, used to disinfect small wounds. It does not have too many side effects, nor is it irritating. But you just gave me iodine, the red liquid is the amalgam solution, if they meet the iodine in the red liquid with the red mercury bromide, it will produce the mercury iodide, which is a highly toxic substance, causing heart failure. So, do you want to save me or hurt me? Du Xiaoyu quickly waved her hands, not allowing him to poison her again.

Han Qizheng looked at the red medicine in his hand. When he was young, his big brother used to clean his wounds like this when he was injured.

"How come I didn't know that you study medicine? I thought you were studying in the entertainment industry." Han Qizheng couldn't help but mock her. He put down the red potion in his hand, took out a Band-Aid, and stuck it on her wound.