Chapter 105 If the Oscar for Best Actor is not awarded to you, I, Zhao Yang, will be the first one to be dissatisfied.
Feng Mingzhou was half leaning on the hospital bed, and his complexion was much better than in the past few days.
"I say," Zhao Yang was peeling an apple, "you were too cruel."
"I was saying that guy looked weak, how could he really stab you. After all this time, you gave yourself up to him?"
"This move of yours... is really amazing, a suicide attack?" Zhao Yang sighed, with a bit of unbelievable admiration in his tone, "Are you not afraid of killing yourself?"
"I've calculated the position." Feng Mingzhou said calmly, pointing at his wound, "I know the position. There's a high probability that I won't die."
Zhao Yang stopped peeling the apple. He looked at Feng Mingzhou for a while before moving the knife again and cursing in a low voice, "Mad man."
Just then, the handle of the ward door turned.
“Click.”
The two stopped talking almost at the same time and exchanged glances.
Feng Mingzhou collapsed immediately. His originally clear eyes became somewhat dull and his brows furrowed, revealing just the right amount of weakness and pain.
The door was pushed open and Gu Manman walked in carrying a lunch box.
"What's wrong?" She walked to the bed and put down the lunch box.
Feng Mingzhou raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were fragile after being ill, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's okay, just... a little stuffy."
He coughed twice, as if the wound was hurt, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.
Gu Manman asked: "Do you want to call a doctor?"
Zhao Yang stood aside, watching Feng Mingzhou's acting skills switch in a second, and his eyes twitched.
When Gu Manman bent down to check Feng Mingzhou's wound and her vision was blocked, Zhao Yang silently raised a thumbs up in the direction of Feng Mingzhou.
If the Oscar for Best Actor is not given to you, I, Zhao Yang, will be the first one to be dissatisfied.
Gu Manman still called the doctor.
She looked at the person on the hospital bed with a frown on her face.
"Doctor, his wound has been there for several days, why does it still seem so painful?" she asked anxiously, with obvious worry in her tone.
The doctor looked at Feng Mingzhou, then at Gu Manman, and a troubled expression appeared on his face.
Mr. Feng has already given notice in advance, so we have to cooperate with him in this play.
He cleared his throat and started to talk nonsense: "Ms. Gu, this situation is normal."
He pushed up his glasses and said seriously, "As the wound heals, the nerve endings will reconnect, so there will be pain, even more sensitive than when the injury was first caused. This is a sign that the body is repairing itself, and it's a good thing."
"Good thing?" Gu Manman thought this statement was a bit strange.
"Yes, that's good." The doctor nodded affirmatively, "It means the patient is recovering well. As for the family, we will take good care of him, keep him in a good mood, and feed him a light and nutritious diet. That's better than anything else."
"Oh..." Gu Manman was skeptical.
Zhao Yang was standing nearby and couldn't help but twitch his eyes.
Good job.
He looked at Feng Mingzhou, who looked so weak that he might fall down at the slightest breeze, and silently gave a thumbs up to the doctor in his heart.
The doctor prescribed some medicine to "promote healing" and gave a few more instructions. Zhao Yang immediately understood: "Doctor, I'll take you there."
Only Gu Manman and Feng Mingzhou were left in the ward.
Gu Manman walked to the table and opened the lunch box she brought.
She scooped out a small bowl of bird's nest porridge and brought it to the bedside: "The doctor said to eat a light diet."
Feng Mingzhou looked at the bowl of porridge, then at Gu Manman: "My hands... don't seem to be able to exert much strength."
As he spoke, he tried to raise his injured arm. His brows instantly furrowed as if the wound was hurt, and a painful expression appeared on his face.
Gu Manman put down the bowl and went forward to check: "What's wrong? Is the wound open?"
"Hmm..." Feng Mingzhou responded softly, with a weak nasal tone in his voice.
Seeing him like this, Gu Manman knew that he was not able to move around easily, so she had no choice but to pick up the bowl, scoop a spoonful of porridge, and put it to his mouth: "Drink slowly."
Feng Mingzhou looked at the porridge that was brought to his mouth, then looked at Gu Manman's worried eyes, and felt satisfied.
He opened his mouth and took the spoon in it.
The warm porridge slides into the stomach, bringing a warm feeling.
But what made him feel even more comforted was Gu Manman's gentleness and patience at the moment.
She fed him spoonful by spoonful, her movements gentle.
He looked at her drooping eyelashes and her slightly pouted lips due to concentration, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.
These few days were the most peaceful days in his life.
"Oh, right," Gu Manman said as she fed him, "I asked someone to check on that group of people. It was Uncle Qin who brought them here."
"That group of people" refers to the employees who caused trouble at the Qin's door that day.
Gu Manman continued, "The police have arrested Uncle Qin."
Her voice was calm, without much emotion, but Feng Mingzhou knew that this incident was another heavy blow to her.
Her last bit of fantasy about the Qin family may have been completely shattered.
He looked at her, wanting to say something, but just nodded slightly to indicate that he heard her.
He enjoyed her care at the moment and this rare closeness.
As for the Qin family's mess, he will clean it up for her.
Gu Manman finished feeding the porridge and put down the bowl.
Feng Mingzhou looked at her packing and felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his chest.
“Manman…”
She turned around: "What's wrong?"
"Thank you." His voice was a little hoarse.
Gu Manman shook her head: "I should thank you."
"If you weren't there that day, I might have been the one who got hurt."
Feng Mingzhou's eyes lit up instantly and he stared at her intently, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his mind.
"Then..." He paused for a moment, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, "In the ambulance, you promised me."
"Does it still count?"
Gu Manman lowered her head and her eyes fell on the back of her hand: "At that time... the situation was urgent."
The implication is that such promises cannot be taken seriously.
"So, it doesn't count?"
Gu Manman could feel the change in his mood. The panic of being abandoned was spreading in his eyes, which was exactly the same as his state when he had a depression attack.
She turned back and met his nervous eyes: "Let's talk about it after you recover from your injury."
The light in Feng Mingzhou's eyes flickered, and finally turned into cautious hope.
"Well... okay." He responded simply.
As long as she doesn't regret it, he can wait as long as it takes.
In the following period of time, she continued to perform her "caretaker" duties.
He always found reasons to keep her close.
After a while, he said the wound was itchy and he needed her help to see if it was healing normally.
After a while, he said he wanted to drink water, but it hurt to raise his arm, so he insisted that she hand the cup to his mouth.
After a while, he said that the pillow was too high and asked her to help adjust the angle.
Although Gu Manman felt that he was making a big deal out of nothing, she couldn't say no when she thought of the moment when he blocked the knife for her that day.
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