Chapter 337 Mr. Fu is afraid of pain from the injection, he’s just pretending!
That night, the couple slept in each other's arms and had a good dream.
Yun Zheng hadn't slept so well for a week.
During the days that Fu Linghe was in the ICU ward, she suffered from insomnia and couldn't fall asleep.
After Fu Linghe came out of the ICU, she would wake up from time to time every night to check on his condition and her sleep was not good.
Although Fu Linghe has lost some of his memory now, at least he has woken up, and the big stone in her heart has finally fallen.
Naturally, you will sleep well!
When Yun Zheng woke up, it was already noon.
When she opened her eyes, sunlight had already covered half of the bed.
Yun Zheng looked at the pure white ceiling, stunned for a moment, then came to her senses in an instant and quickly reached out to touch the place beside her.
As soon as her hand touched the warm skin, she heard a low, muffled groan from above her head.
Yun Zheng thought she had hurt him and subconsciously tried to retract her hand, but a large, bony hand held it firmly, forcing her palm to rest against his heaving chest.
Fu Linghe's heartbeat could be heard through the thin hospital gown, one heartbeat after another, heavy and deep.
"Did I touch your wound just now?" Yun Zheng looked up at him, her voice still soft as if she had just woken up.
Fu Linghe didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes and stared at her. There seemed to be a ball of thick ink that could not be dissolved hidden in his dark eyes.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his fingertips tightened slightly, gripping her slender wrist even tighter.
Yun Zheng could clearly feel the warmth of his chest, and even detect the gradually accelerating heartbeat beneath the thin layer of muscle.
She felt a heat on the tip of her ear and struggled slightly, "Fu Linghe, let go..."
"Don't let go." His voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of boyish stubbornness, and his fingertips gently stroked her wrist bone.
Before he could finish his words, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open and a nurse came in with a medicine cart. "Mr. Fu, it's time to change the dressing."
Yun Zheng pulled her hand back abruptly as if she had been scalded, her cheeks instantly turning red.
Fu Linghe's arms felt empty, his brows furrowed in displeasure, and he turned to look at the nurse with eyes so cold they could freeze.
The nurse's hands trembled when he stared at her, and she almost knocked over the tray.
Yun Zheng quickly sat up, coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment, and said, "Um... I'll go wash up first."
She was about to get out of bed when an arm suddenly crossed her waist. Fu Linghe pulled her back with one hand, resting his chin on her shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Lie down for a while."
Yun Zheng was startled by his sudden action. When she turned her head to look at him, she met his slightly red ears.
He was the one who flirted first, so why am I the one who got shy first?
She couldn't help but chuckle, "Mr. Fu, the nurse is waiting to change your dressing."
Fu Linghe pursed his lips, looked at her with resentment, and then reluctantly let go of her hand.
The young nurse kept her head down the whole time, pretending that she saw nothing, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up wildly. It turns out that this CP is really good!
She quickly changed Fu Linghe's medicine and then went out. The couple was so loving and affectionate, how could she have the nerve to disturb them?
In fact, what Yun Zheng didn’t know was that doctors came in to check on her early this morning, but Fu Linghe was afraid that they would disturb her rest, so he asked them all to leave.
Otherwise, Yun Zheng would have woken up by now.
But Miss Yun naturally didn't know.
Yun Zheng came out after washing up and habitually brought a basin of warm water with a light blue towel draped over the edge of the basin.
She walked to the center of the ward and suddenly stopped. Fu Linghe had already woken up and she no longer needed to help him wash his face and body.
"I forgot you can do it on your own..." Yun Zheng muttered softly and turned around, the basin of water in her hands making tiny ripples.
"Wait a moment." The man's low voice was like a feather sweeping across her eardrums. When she turned around, she saw that Fu Linghe had put down his phone.
He placed his left hand on his bandaged right arm, frowning slightly. "The wound hurts a little."
She placed the basin on the bedside table and Yun Zheng rushed to the bed in two steps.
Her fingertips hovered above the collar of his hospital gown, not daring to touch it as if it were fragile. "Did you not bandage it properly when you changed the dressing just now? Let me take a look..."
Before she could finish her words, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Fu Linghe's palm was hotter than warm water. His thumb, covered with thin calluses, gently rubbed her pulse point. "No need to look."
He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple rolling in the morning light. "Just help me wipe my face."
Yun Zheng was stunned.
"You were the one who wiped it for me when I was unconscious." Fu Linghe suddenly let go, his eyelashes drooping as he looked inexplicably aggrieved. "Do you dislike me now?"
Mist rose from the basin, and Yun Zheng saw the red tips of her ears reflected in the water.
"Close your eyes." She wrung out the towel, shook it out, and leaned closer to him, her voice softer than a feather.
When the warm towel was placed on his forehead, Fu Linghe's eyelashes trembled.
Yun Zheng's fingertips traced the curve of his brow bone through the towel. The shallow scar on his forehead left by the car accident glowed light pink in the sunlight.
When the towel slid to the bridge of his nose, he suddenly took a deep breath, "What a nice smell~"
Yun Zheng's fingertips trembled when he said "It smells so good" and the towel almost fell on his face.
"Don't talk! Shut up!" Her ears were burning, but her hands didn't stop moving, and she continued to gently wipe his cheeks.
Fu Linghe's skin glowed with health in the sun, and she looked almost unsick. It could be said that she had recovered quite well in the past two days.
He tilted his face slightly, letting her do whatever she wanted, but his eyes were fixed on her, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to carve her into his eyes.
"It smells so good." He chuckled, a hint of coquettishness in his voice, "The smell of you."
Yun Zheng's heartbeat quickened at his straightforward words, and she unconsciously increased the strength in her hands. Fu Linghe immediately hissed and frowned slightly.
"Did it hurt you?" She stopped hurriedly.
"Yeah." He nodded, but his eyes were cunning. "It will take a kiss to make it better."
Yun Zheng: "..."
Why did this guy become so clingy after losing his memory? Where did the aloof and abstinent Mr. Fu go?
She blushed and glared at him, but still leaned over and kissed him gently on the forehead, like coaxing a child, "Okay, stop it."
Fu Linghe was obviously dissatisfied with this perfunctory kiss. Just as he was about to protest, the door of the ward was pushed open again. Another nurse came in with a medicine cart. "Mr. Fu, it's time for the IV."
Yun Zheng felt as if she had been pardoned. She quickly stepped back and pretended to adjust the towel to cover her burning cheeks.
The nurse gave Fu Linghe an injection skillfully. He had a blank expression on his face the whole time, as if the person who had been acting coquettishly just now was not him.
After the nurse left, Yun Zheng just sat down on the chair beside the bed, and someone immediately revealed his true colors.
"It hurts." He frowned and looked at her with a wronged expression.
Yun Zheng: "..."
You didn't even frown when you were getting the acupuncture just now, why are you pretending to be weak now?
But seeing his pitiful eyes, she softened her heart and reached out to gently rub his fingertips. "Be patient, it will be fine soon."
Fu Linghe refused to give in. He lifted a corner of the quilt and patted the seat beside him, "Sit here."
"No, the needle will touch me." Yun Zheng shook her head and refused.
"Then..." He thought for a second, then suddenly supported himself with one hand and fell directly into her arms, "This will work too."
Yun Zheng was caught off guard by him and rushed to hold his shoulders. "Fu Linghe! Be careful!"
He was already leaning comfortably in her arms, his head resting on her shoulder, and he raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, "It won't hurt this way."
Yun Zheng was both angry and amused. She looked down at the large "pendant" in her arms and sighed helplessly.
His short hair rubbed against her neck, itchy and with a faint scent of shampoo.
Yun Zheng unconsciously raised her hand and gently rubbed the top of his head.
Fu Linghe seemed to be encouraged. He huddled closer to her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and said sullenly, "Injections are scary."
Yun Zheng: "..."
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the president of Fu Group would say such a thing.
"You weren't so afraid of injections before." She couldn't help but expose him.
Fu Linghe raised his head with an innocent look in his eyes. "I have lost my memory. I am only seventeen years old now."
Yun Zheng was amused by his self-righteous attitude. "Even at seventeen, you shouldn't be afraid of injections."
"That's different." He tightened his arms, holding her tighter. "I was seventeen, and it was my first time falling in love. It was also my first time getting an injection with my wife. I needed her to comfort me."
Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat.
He kept calling her "wife" so much that Yun Zheng was a little dazed.
The sunlight came in through the gap in the curtains, fell on his eyelashes, and cast a small shadow.
She suddenly remembered that many years ago, the boy she rescued in the rain also held her hand stubbornly.
"Okay, I'll comfort you." She said softly, combing her fingertips gently through his hair.
Fu Linghe closed his eyes contentedly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
The medicine in the drip bottle dripped drop by drop, and time seemed to be stretched out very long.
Until—"Gulp."
An untimely noise broke the silence.
Fu Linghe opened his eyes, and Yun Zheng covered her stomach awkwardly, "I... I'm hungry."
He sat up straight and reached for his phone. "I'll have lunch delivered."
"No need." Yun Zheng held his hand. "I'll go buy it. Just lie down and take care of yourself."
Fu Linghe frowned, "Then come back quickly."
"I know." She replied with a smile, and just as she was about to stand up, he grabbed her wrist.
"Kiss me again." He tilted his head back, his eyes full of anticipation.
Yun Zheng had no choice but to quickly touch his lips, then ran out of the ward like a frightened rabbit.
Fu Linghe touched his lips and smiled like a child who had stolen candy.
The sun is shining outside the window, and the wind is blowing the curtains gently.
He looked down at the needle on the back of his hand and suddenly felt that losing his memory didn't seem so bad!
Yun Zheng had just walked a few steps out of the ward when she heard rustling noises behind her.
She turned around suddenly and saw that Fu Linghe had already lifted the quilt and was trying to drag the infusion stand towards the door.
"Fu Linghe!" She rushed back in two steps and grabbed his restless hand. "What are you doing?"
The man's left hand was still holding the IV stand, and the collar of his hospital gown was open due to the excessive movement, revealing the bruise on his collarbone that had not yet subsided.
He blinked and said confidently, "I'll go with you."
"Are you crazy?" Yun Zheng's voice was shaking with anger, and she carefully avoided the needle on the back of his hand. "The doctor said you need someone to help you even get out of bed now!"
"Help me, then." He leaned his weight against her, his nose brushing against her earlobe. "I'm scared here alone."
Yun Zheng was so angry that she laughed at his poor excuse!
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