I started walking.
"hiss……"
Fu Yanshen gripped my arm tightly, his breath coming in gasps, his brow furrowed, and his head bowed.
Following his gaze, I saw that the blood had spread to my ankle, and I frowned.
"Go back to your ward immediately," I said coldly.
Suddenly, a weight settled on my shoulder.
"You support me." Fu Yanshen put his arms around my shoulders, leaning his whole weight on me, and said in a deep voice.
I:"……"
I helped him back to his bed and sat him down. I was covered in sweat and pressed the call button to call for medical staff.
The attending physician arrived quickly and said that his leg was bleeding from exertion. He told me not to push him any further, as doing so would not only delay his recovery but could also cause the wound to become infected or even ulcerate.
The nurse disinfected and re-bandaged his wound.
"My crutches are still in the bathroom, please get them for me." Fu Yanshen said softly to me as soon as the nurse left.
"What are you planning to do now?" I raised an eyebrow.
This person is really dramatic.
"Go to the restroom," he said casually.
I:"……"
I gave him crutches, and he supported himself with both arms, bent his injured leg, and went into the bathroom by himself.
When he went to the bathroom earlier, Shi Jin wanted to help him, right?
I caught them red-handed.
...
I was preoccupied with work and tried to leave the ward several times, but Lin Xiao stopped me each time.
He has already found someone to take over my work for the past few days, so I can focus on helping Fu Yanshen recover.
I also noticed that Fu Yanshen's physical condition and immunity are significantly worse than before. After taking care of him for three days, he had a high fever every night.
In the past, even if he was shot, he could take a normal shower and recover in a few days.
He also takes an extra medication every day, which I don't know what it is and don't want to ask.
It is speculated that it is related to an injury sustained two years ago.
At 8 PM, the live stream of Muye's birthday party started, and I set up my phone, munched on sunflower seeds, and sent him gifts to support him through the screen.
Rockets, airplanes, yachts, sports cars... one after another.
"Qiaoqiao, I want to wash my hair!"
The brooding male god drew my attention back.
I turned my head and saw the man on the hospital bed, his brow furrowed. "I've called you so many times."
"You can't catch a cold now, and you can't wash your hair. Just bear with it for a few days," I said loudly, and continued watching Muye play the piano and sing.
"I can't stand it. You said last night that you'd wash it tonight," Fu Yanshen said again, his tone clearly dissatisfied, as if he were complaining about me.
This guy, he's always causing trouble.
However, he had been clamoring to wash his hair for the past two days, but I kept putting it off.
I have a high fever every night, why bother washing?
I turned off my phone and walked closer to him.
"It stinks, can't you smell it?" he said, looking self-satisfied.
I leaned closer to his head and took a sniff.
It didn't smell bad, but it had a very strong odor—his masculine scent.
But it is indeed very oily.
This guy is also a germaphobe.
I moved the bedside table over, and Fu Yanshen sat on the edge of the bed. The height of the bedside table plus the basin was just right for him to bend over and lower his head.
He was only satisfied after washing it three times.
That's troublesome, and it also prevented me from supporting Makino.
When I dried his hair with a towel, my movements were simple and rough; I pulled hard, even more roughly than when petting a dog.
"Dry it yourself, I'm busy."
I took the hairdryer from the bathroom and tossed it onto the bed.
Fu Yanshen looked at me with a seemingly resentful expression.
What is he complaining about? It's not his hands that are injured.
I ignored him.
There was no sound of a hairdryer in the ward for a long time. I raised an eyebrow and heard a series of "achoos".
That jerk, he's such a drama queen.
Refusing to blow-dry her own hair is a sure sign of catching a cold.
I went over, turned on the hairdryer on the highest setting, and kept blowing hot air into his head while haphazardly pulling at his hair with one hand.
He didn't get angry at all and let me do whatever I wanted.
When the wind blew the bangs on his forehead, I pressed his drooping forehead up.
Without realizing it, I saw him smiling, his intense gaze fixed on me, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He looked very touched.
I was slightly taken aback.
The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my reverie. I turned off the hairdryer and immediately grabbed my phone.
"Ono, what's wrong?"
The call was from Makino.
"Sister Qiao, everyone wants you to appear in the live stream. Can you come?"
Listening to Muye's voice, I opened the live stream on my tablet.
Makino was calling me while he had hundreds of thousands of online fans.
"Okay, I'll be right there," I replied without thinking.
"I'll have the driver pick you up. See you in twenty minutes."
In the live stream, Muye had a big smile on his face.
On the live stream, Muye's fans were all commenting, "Wow, Sister Qiao is so doting on Muye."
After hanging up the phone, I quickly packed my bag and headed towards the ward door.
Where are you going?
Fu Yanshen's voice called out to me.
"I'm rushing to Makino's birthday party. You should get some rest. I'll come over tomorrow." I turned to look at him, my tone indifferent.
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