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Ye Ye's tired wound had been cut open a little, and he still had to stitch up the needle again.

This would make things difficult for the doctor. Previously, Mr. and Mrs. Ye had instructed that if anything happened, they would be notified immediately.

Should he inform them about the big matter of resuturing?

With a frown, Ye Chong urged, "It's only two or three injections. There's no need to use the anesthetic, hurry up and sew it up!"

The doctor had no choice but to obey Ye Wen's orders.

When everyone in the ward was about to leave, Ding Han and Pei Qingcheng had just turned around when they heard a tired voice, "My wife is staying."

The doctor was a bit troubled. "Mrs. Ye, it's better if you leave."

"I'm afraid I need my wife with me."

The needle in the doctor's hand almost fell on Ye Wen's chest. Was it a little strange to hear the word 'tired' coming out of Manager Ye's mouth?

A person who didn't even use anesthetic to sew needles was actually afraid?

Pei Qingcheng lowered her gaze and said to Ding Han, "You can leave first, I'll stay behind."

Ding Han walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

Pei Qingcheng walked to Ye Wen's side and was about to get close to him when he grabbed her hand.

The doctor tried his best to focus on sewing the needle, forcing himself to ignore the fact that his long, tired fingers were gently sliding down the back of Pei Qingcheng's white hand.

Although he couldn't figure out the background of this Madam Ye, she seemed to be the Pei family's second young miss.

He also did not know about the feud between Mr. and Mrs. Ye, who had been at loggerheads just before he woke up.

However, this wave of dog food was now being stuffed full of food.

He was caught off guard.

Thankfully, doctors were skilled in medicine. Those who were able to personally treat Ye Xiu were all first-rate doctors.

After a few minutes, the stitching was done and the bandage was redone. Pei Qingcheng walked with the doctor to the door.

The doctor looked at Pei Qingcheng, who said, "If you have something to say, then say it!"

Only then did the doctor speak slowly. "Mr. Ye has just woken up. I suggest that you don't do it due to intense exercise."

Intense movements?

Perhaps because she hadn't slept or eaten since yesterday, her reaction was somewhat slow. After thinking for a moment, she finally understood what was going on.

She blushed again. "It's not what you think."

"Oh, I'm just suggesting, just suggesting." With a smile, the doctor carefully looked at Nightmare who was lying on the bed, closed the door, and left.

After the false alarm just now, Pei Qingcheng no longer dared to approach Ye Wen.

It was clearly not what they were thinking, yet they made a big mistake.

"Sit here." Ye Wen pointed to his side and said to Pei Qingcheng, who had her head lowered.

Pei Qingcheng hesitated for a moment before standing up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

It was rare for her to be so well-behaved, but Ye Xiu wasn't used to it.

Pei Qingcheng pursed her lips, looking at the white gauze covering his chest. There was no blood on his body, making her feel much more comfortable.

"Are your wounds still painful?" Pei Qingcheng whispered.

"It doesn't hurt." After he finished writing, he stared unblinkingly at Pei Qingcheng's face, "Your face is so unsightly, have you never slept?"

Before she could answer, Nightingale called Ding Han. Just as she heard Ding Han trotting in from the outside, she was slightly out of breath, "Master, what's wrong?"

"Send my wife home to eat and sleep." Ye Wen said wearily.

"Yes."

Ding Han was about to walk over to help her, but Pei Qingcheng stood there motionlessly.

She had no appetite and was not too sleepy.

The most important thing was that Nightmare had just woken up, and his wounds were already bursting open. Who knew what would happen next?

He was injured to such an extent by her, Pei Qingcheng felt that she should stay in the hospital.

Therefore, he said to Ding Han, "Bring me some food. If I'm tired, I can sleep on the sofa here."

There was a very comfortable sofa in the ward, Pei Qingcheng could sleep on it all by herself.

Ding Han hesitated to look at Ye Wen. Pei Qingcheng was very determined, and Ding Han could not say anything.

Although he did not know why Pei Qingcheng wanted to stay, he was still happy to see her at all times.

He raised his eyebrows and said to Ding Han, "Ask the family kitchen to bring us some things that madam likes to eat."

"Alright." Ding Han replied, "Let the kitchen make more blood replenishing soup."

"No need." Ye Wen frowned. "Go on!"

Nightmare had always hated the soup, but as for the blood tonic, it was not very tasty.

This man who endured the pain was actually picky with his food.

Pei Qingcheng raised her gaze and glanced at his pale lips, "The supplementary products must be eaten."

Ye Wen did not utter a word as his gaze landed on Pei Qingcheng's face.

Pei Qingcheng avoided his gaze, "What do you like to eat, or what supplements do you accept? How about the Western Ginseng Cooked Chicken? "

"I don't like Western ginseng."

"Can I give you a cooker?" Pei Qingcheng's voice was soft, but it was like a clap of thunder in Ye Chen's ears.

"I like ginseng." The man on the bed immediately changed his words.

Change at will, like a child.

Pei Qingcheng pursed her lips, "I'll go back and cook some food in the afternoon."

The way she pursed her lips was a bit shy. Her cheeks still had two red patches on them.

She had become different from the Pei Qingcheng of the past, or perhaps she had become the Pei Qingcheng of a few years ago.

It wasn't the look of someone who had a belly full of hatred written all over his face or someone who was completely on guard.

If the blow to his chest could cause Pei Qingcheng to temporarily release her hatred towards him, he would rather take a few more blows.

Nightingale was still burning with fever. She closed her eyes and was half asleep.

Pei Qingcheng sat at the side, watching him. She had never seen such a strong man before.

He woke up without a single word of complaint. It was as though no matter what Pei Qingcheng did to him, he would never regret anything.

Would she be able to withstand such love?

He seemed to be dreaming, frowning.

Pei Qingcheng couldn't help extending her hand and gently stroking his brows, attempting to smooth them over.

For some reason, she suddenly recalled the scene at the ball seven years ago when she had tiptoed and caressed Yin Ha's brow.

Her hand rested on Ye Xiu's tired eyebrows. Like needles, they pricked her fingertip.

Actually, there was no difference between eyebrows as long as the hair was thicker, right?

It was just that Yin Ha's hair was thin and soft, but his eyebrows were the same as Ye Xiu's. They were very hard and sharp.

"Inclined." The sound of sleep talking scared Pei Qingcheng so much that she quickly retracted her hands and looked at Ye Wen, who had yet to open his eyes. He was in a dream.

He did not know what he had dreamed of, but his forehead was covered in sweat.

Pei Qingcheng used a dry towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Just as she was about to retract her hand, she was caught by him.

"Qing Qing, don't go." He groaned in pain.

It must have hurt. It must have hurt a lot to have almost killed him last night when she stabbed him.

Pei Qingcheng dared not imagine what would happen if Ye Wen died of fatigue.

Would he be hacked into pieces by Madam Ye and Mr. Ye?

It was as if she wasn't afraid of these things. She didn't think too much about staying, she just wanted to stay by Nightingale's side.

Why? Because of guilt?

Wearily, she held her hand, but she did not pull it back. She just let him hold it.

The room was quiet. The sound of the medicine dripping into his veins could be heard.

Leaning on Ye Wen's side, Pei Qingcheng slowly fell asleep.

When Ye Wen woke up, he was drenched in sweat.

If you sweat, the fever will subside a little.

Just as he was about to move, he saw Pei Qingcheng, who was snuggled up to him.

She fell asleep, her bangs resting on her smooth forehead. She slept soundly, breathing evenly, like a obedient kitten.

Her hand was still in his.

Nightingale raised her other hand with difficulty and touched her soft hair. She moved very lightly, afraid that she would wake up.

He couldn't move now, or he would have to carry her to bed. It would be uncomfortable to sleep on all fours.

Just as Pei Qingcheng was sleeping soundly, her phone rang.

This phone was ringing at an inopportune moment because Pei Qingcheng was sleeping soundly.

The ringing sound of her cellphone was extremely ear-piercing. Pei Qingcheng's body trembled as she woke up.

She straightened herself and met Ye Wen's tired eyes. She was stunned for a moment before asking, "You're awake?"

After what seemed like half a day, she was the one who fell asleep.

She didn't answer the phone first. Instead, she reached out her hand to touch his forehead. A hint of surprise jumped in her eyes as she said, "The fever seems to have gone down a little. You're sweating!"

Seemingly sweating is an incredible feat, the girl's eyes were filled with glee.

This type of person was two different people from her from last night, who was filled with hatred.

Noticing that Nightingale had been watching her, Pei Qingcheng hurriedly stood up and picked up the phone that had been ringing on the table.

The phone call was from Tang Kexin. In the past two days, so many things had happened that even Pei Qingcheng had forgotten about this person.

It should be said that he deliberately avoided thinking about her.

She didn't want to answer her phone, but she and Tang Kexin still hadn't fallen out. She wanted to know what else Tang Kexin could do to her.

She thought for a moment before answering the phone.

The moment the call connected, Tang Ke's heart was thrown into disarray as he asked, "Qingcheng, I heard that something happened to Director Ye. Is it true?"

How did the news leak out? Even Tang Kexin knew about it?

She was really concerned about him, asking him the moment she opened her mouth.

Pei Qingcheng's voice grew colder as she asked, "Where did you hear that from?"

"Rumor has it that Chairman Ye was hurt because of a pile of apple peel?"

Pei Qingcheng's cell phone was ringing loudly, and since the room was very quiet, Ye Wen heard it too.

They both frowned at the same time.

Ding Han's story was too disappointing.

Pei Qingcheng coldly snorted, "Then you have to ask him yourself."

"You don't know?"

"I don't know."

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Sleeping."

"Where are you sleeping?" Tang Kexin asked until the end.

Initially, she wanted to just say a few words to explain herself, but then her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She looked at Nightmare who was lying beside her and blurted out, "Of course, sleep by her side."

She could clearly feel that Tang Kexin was stunned on the other end of the phone. She probably did not expect that Pei Qingcheng would say such things to her.

She paused and then laughed dryly, "How is that possible? Why did you sleep with him? Don't you hate him? "

At this moment, Ye Wen suddenly leaned towards Pei Qingcheng and spoke in a low voice. His voice was hoarse and he had just woken up, "Qing Qing, let's sleep a little more."