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Fan Xing slowly helped Ms. Luo up. "You are already dehydrated, I will take you to the hospital to lose some glucose."

Ms. Luo nodded, she raised her head and saw that Fan Xing's arms were bleeding from trying to save her, and then looked down and saw his legs that were strangled red, she felt extremely guilty.

"Dr. Fan, I'm sorry, but your arm was injured …"

"I'm fine."

Captain Li stood up and said, "Dr. Fan, the ambulance is right below us."

Fan Xing supported Ms. Luo, but when they walked past Zhang Shi De who was restricted by the firefighters and had his mouth covered, Ms. Luo suddenly stopped.

"I was blind to marry you, scum!"

Zhang Shi De's eyes were wide open as he struggled and shouted. He could not even utter a complete word.

"You're waiting to receive my letter from the lawyer who sued you for domestic violence, and the divorce agreement."

Zhang Shi De was furious for a moment. He extended his foot and kicked at Ms. Luo.

Fan Xing pulled her away, and coldly laughed, "Everyone present heard the words you said to force Ms. Luo to jump off the building, and Ms. Luo's medical report was already out. You still dare to make a move in front of everyone right now … I've seen a lot of idiots, and people like you are really rare. "

Zhang Shi De's expression changed. Although he was still holding on to his life and felt that beating his own wife was a matter of course, but with so many people watching, he still silently withdrew his leg.

Ms. Luo no longer looked at this person who could change her mind and followed Fan Xing downstairs.

After settling Ms. Luo down, Li Baoni pulled Fan Xing and returned to the research room.

Li Baoni took out his medical case and cleaned up Fan Xing's wounds. Fan Xing immediately shouted, "It hurts, baby, you murdered your own husband!"

"You still dare to talk back?!" Just to give you some memory, I got a call from a colleague on duty saying you almost fell off the 32nd floor and had a heart attack. What do you think an intern like you would do? "

Li Baoni scolded, but the movements of his hands became gentler.

Maybe it was the story of a young bird, the first patient she came into contact with was a depressed patient. The people on the bus said that the person jumped off a building with a child in their arms, and she immediately thought of Ms. Guo.

"I just happened to pass by and saw someone about to jump off a building, so I went up to join in the fun."

"You still have the nerve to say that you want to join in on the fun? How can you be so badly injured just because you want to join in on the fun?"

"Ugh …" Fan Xing changed the topic, "You didn't see Zhang Shi De's sullen look, I guarantee you will laugh for the whole night."

Li Baoni who had already helped Fan Xing to treat her wounds raised his hand, and nodded her head, "Yes yes, you're right, you should be happy with what you have."

The door of the research room suddenly opened, and a man quickly walked in front of Fan Xing.

Li Baoni nodded to the man and walked out of the infirmary.

When Fan Xing saw the man rushing over travel worn out, and remembered the figure that flashed past her eyes while she was hanging in the air, her eyes turned red.

Wen Yiyan hugged Fan Xing tightly in his embrace. His breathing was unstable, and was a little hurried. Even though he hadn't said a single word, the woman could still feel his nervousness.

They drove home.

Wen Yiyan heated up the prepared dinner and carried it out. Looking at Fan Xing who was happily eating the food, the the depths of his eyes darkened.

"Don't do anything dangerous," he said.

Fan Xing swallowed all the food in her mouth and looked up at him. She felt her heart soften a bit.

After she had eaten her fill, Wen Yiyan leisurely cleaned up the dishes.

"Don't take a bath today, don't even touch water at the wounds."

Fan Xing nodded.

Fan Xing, who had finally finished washing up, returned to his room and laid on his huge bed. He began to sleep soundly, and today, he was truly too tired.

In the middle of the night, Wen Yiyan was woken up by a shout, he anxiously got off the bed and went to Fan Xing's bedside.

"No, don't …"

Fan Xing frowned, his forehead was full of perspiration, his head swaying left and right, his hands grabbing onto his blanket, and his mouth chanting.

Wen Yiyan held her hands, "I'm fine already."

The sleeping Fan Xing still had not calmed down.

Wen Yiyan opened the blanket and laid beside her, hugging her gently.

He lightly patted her back. "Don't worry, I'm here."

Fan Xing seemed like a magnet attracted to another end as she opened her hands tightly. With a "pa" sound, her hands coincidentally landed on the man's face.

The man stiffened and his face darkened.

Damn it, why is this woman so restless even in her dreams?

On the morning of the second day, Fan Xing slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes and looked at the bed. She didn't see anything.

Strange, why would she think that someone was sleeping with her?

She shook her head, forcing herself to wake up.

After getting up and changing, she was lured to the kitchen by a fragrant smell.

"What are you doing? It smells so good."

Wen Yiyan pointed to the pot, "Roasted pig's feet."

Fan Xing's face instantly flushed red. "You … Did you eavesdrop on my recording? "

"Isn't it just something you want to tell me?"

Wen Yiyan scooped out two bowls of dried Bei Yao pillar porridge and placed them on the table, along with a dish of side dish and pig's hooves.

He pointed at Fan Xing's hands that were wrapped in white gauze. "Eat more.