Wedding Night, My Vegetative Husband Kissed Me Until I Was Breathless

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Chapter 189, /.

Pei Fengzhi's consciousness drifted as he gazed at the person intently performing surgery, his head bowed. Meeting those familiar eyes, a faint medicinal scent mingled with the light sweat that had seeped from her skin, lingering around his nose.

That familiar smell...

Pei Fengzhi remembered that during the three years he was in a coma, he had vaguely dreamed countless times of a woman with disheveled hair.

Long hair covered the woman's face as they entwined themselves passionately.

The air was filled with the same faint medicinal fragrance as at this moment.

Pei Fengzhi opened his mouth, his throat hoarse and strained, uttering a silent, muffled sound.

"Who...who are you talking about..."

Pei Fengzhi struggled to raise his hand, trying to reach the mask on Ye Ningwan's face.

Ye Ningwan also noticed Pei Fengzhi's unusual behavior. She leaned back slightly to avoid the hand that was reaching towards her.

Jiang Yinglin was also startled.

"Ninth Master!"

Although he called out Pei Fengzhi's name, he was looking at Ye Ningwan.

When he saw that Ye Ningwan was surprised, but her hands did not stop or make any mistakes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Pei Fengzhi's hand remained stubbornly outstretched in mid-air. Ye Ningwan frowned and decisively gave an order to Jiang Yinglin.

"Jiang Yinglin!"

"ah?"

"Knock Pei Fengzhi unconscious!"

Jiang Yinglin's handsome face, hidden behind his mask, was contorted with fear.

"Wh...what?!"

Ye Ningwan didn't expect that even though she had increased the dosage of the anesthetic, Pei Fengzhi still woke up suddenly during the surgery.

If we leave him awake and do nothing, no one knows whether it will affect the surgery.

Ye Ningwan glanced at Jiang Yinglin, who was still hesitating, quickly stitched up the last tendon in Pei Fengzhi's palm, then put down the surgical instruments and held Pei Fengzhi's hand.

"Jiang Yinglin, you do the stitching!"

Jiang Yinglin then realized what was happening and obediently picked up the needle and thread to begin the final stitching, though he still secretly glanced in Ye Ningwan's direction out of the corner of his eye.

Her hand was intertwined with Pei Fengzhi's, and Pei Fengzhi seemed to sense something, raising his head slightly to look at her.

The next second, Ye Ningwan's fingers gripped the back of Pei Fengzhi's neck, quickly and firmly pinching his neck with a slight force.

Pei Fengzhi didn't even make a sound before collapsing against Ye Ningwan's chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Ningwan's heart was pounding.

That bastard Pei Fengzhi actually leaned against her...

Ye Ningwan's cheeks were flushed, and her ears and neck were stained with blood. She wanted to throw Pei Fengzhi out of her arms, but she was still in surgery and couldn't do it out of professional duty as a doctor.

Fortunately, Pei Fengzhi in her arms had fallen asleep again, saving Ye Ningwan a lot of trouble.

Jiang Yinglin secretly glanced at the two of them, and had a strange feeling that the two were inexplicably well-matched and harmonious no matter how you looked at them.

Just as Jiang Yinglin was about to ponder something further, Ye Ningwan's voice suddenly rang out.

"Jiang Yinglin! Hurry!"

She couldn't hold back any longer!

When Ye Ningwan scolded Jiang Yinglin, his hand trembled and he almost stitched the needle crookedly. He didn't dare to look around anymore and buried his head in the work of stitching carefully. After all, the person lying on the operating table was his own Ninth Master. If he stitched the needle crookedly, the other party would definitely kill him!

Finally, the surgery was over, and Ye Ningwan and Jiang Yinglin both breathed a sigh of relief.

With a thud.

Ye Ningwan didn't take anything, simply threw Pei Fengzhi back onto the operating table, and turned to leave.

But suddenly her sleeve was grabbed.

"Don't go..."

Ye Ningwan turned around and frowned.

"Let go!"

Pei Fengzhi, lying on the operating table, showed no reaction and no sign of waking up; it was merely a reflexive movement while he was unconscious.

Seeing this, Jiang Yinglin took off his mask, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to Ye Ningwan.

"Immortal Physician, Ninth Master is just like that. Why don't you stay a little longer? He should wake up soon. The main thing is to check on the rehabilitation of his hand."

Ye Ningwan rolled her eyes inwardly.

How could she possibly wait here for Pei Fengzhi to wake up? Wouldn't that expose everything?

Without hesitation, she took off her surgical gown and walked away, leaving Jiang Yinglin looking on in astonishment.

"Leave the rest to Ye Ningwan; she is my apprentice."

Jiang Yinglin glanced at Pei Fengzhi, who was tightly clutching her surgical gown on the operating table, then turned to look at Ye Ningwan, who had already disappeared. Only then did he realize what was happening and called out.

"Wow! Immortal Healer, wait a minute! Leave your contact information!"

But Pei Fengzhi was still lying in the operating room, and Jiang Yinglin couldn't leave, so he was even more reluctant to hand her over to someone else.

"Never mind, we can check it later."

But at this moment, Pei Fengzhi, who should have been unconscious, opened his eyes groggily and murmured in a hoarse voice.

"No... we can't let her get away."

Just as Pei Fengzhi was about to move his surgically operated hand, Jiang Yinglin, who reacted quickly, pressed it down.

"Ninth Master! Don't move!"

Pei Feng's breath was barely a thread; the effects of the anesthetic made him almost unable to move, and he could only struggle against his fading consciousness with his strong self-control.

"try to find……"

Jiang Yinglin immediately agreed.

"Alright, alright, you lie down. I'll send people to look for him and bring him back to you safe and sound!"

Pei Fengzhi finally seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, and his whole body went limp on the operating table.

Soon, medical staff came in to help lift him onto the hospital bed, but Pei Fengzhi's eyes remained stubbornly open until he returned to the ward. Eventually, he could no longer withstand the effects of the medication and fell into a deep sleep again.

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