Chapter 49 Care

Wen Qingchuan was still wearing a military uniform, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He came in a hurry, and when he opened the door, he didn't expect that there were so many leaders in the ward in the middle of the night.

After being stunned for two seconds, Yang Junzhi spoke first: "Qingchuan is here, your wife just asked about you."

Wen Qingchuan walked into the ward, he lowered his eyes and saw that Shen Sangyu's face, which was originally as white as cream, was a little swollen, and one leg was wrapped with gauze by a straight wooden stick.

"What did the doctor say? Is there any bone injury?"

After saying this, Wen Qingchuan felt that he asked unnecessary questions, and Shen Sangyu's legs were almost like mummies.

"Don't worry, the doctor said it's nothing, just take good care of yourself when you go home." Shen Sangyu suddenly asked, "Have you dealt with it? I didn't have time to tell you before, Zhou Xinghua had someone kidnap me mainly because of Zhuang Youliang's incident. After she was suspended, she came to me and asked you to let her go, but I didn't agree. I didn't expect that she would take revenge on me."

She looked down on Zhou Xinghua, thinking that she had suffered such serious injuries, and that her translation work would definitely be difficult in the future. She pouted and said, "You go and tell the police what the law should sentence. Anyway, I don't forgive or reconcile!"

She thought of Zhou Xinghua's father's position in the military region, and suddenly worried about Wen Qingchuan's situation.

If she was so determined, would it be difficult for Wen Qingchuan to do his job?

Shen Sangyu was thinking when she heard Wen Qingchuan say, "I've already told Director Li that you should take good care of yourself and I'll take care of the rest."

Wen Qingchuan looked gentle and soothing, but there was already a fire burning in his heart.

When he came, Zhou Xinghua didn't explain why he kidnapped Shen Sangyu. Now that Shen Sangyu said this, he felt very guilty.

He knew that the Zhou family was not a good family, but he still let Sangyu get hurt.

Yang Junzhi, who was standing by, was furious after hearing this: "Sangyu, the leaders of the military region attach great importance to this matter and will definitely give you an explanation. It will not affect you and Qingchuan." Yang Junzhi

saw that the young couple still had something to say, so he gave them a few more instructions and left the hospital with the guards.

After everyone left, the ward suddenly became quiet.

Shen Sangyu was lying on the bed, her white and tender hands grasping the bed sheet and looking at Wen Qingchuan without blinking.

Wen Qingchuan glanced at the time. It was already four o'clock in the morning. The lights in the corridor of the inpatient department were still on, and footsteps could be heard from time to time.

"Wen Qingchuan..."

Shen Sangyu suddenly called out.

"Yeah."

Shen Sangyu looked at the man in front of him with messy clothes and a tired face, and said sincerely: "It's a good thing you found me today, otherwise I would really die."

Shen Sangyu's voice sounded a little soft, but it made Wen Qingchuan feel more guilty: "I shouldn't have reported Zhou Xinghua without considering the consequences, otherwise I wouldn't have hurt you."

When he knew that Zhou Xinghua said in the family compound that Zhuang Youliang was killed by him, even if he was calm, he was actually angry in his heart.

He didn't want to see Zhuang Youliang sacrificed, but there might be casualties when going on a mission. At that time, he and Zhuang Youliang stepped on a bomb in the minefield. He was physically stronger and escaped, but Zhuang Youliang was injured and died before he reached the hospital.

He was also injured at the time, and he was in the car with Zhuang Youliang, so he was the only one who heard Zhuang Youliang's suicide note.

Because of the suicide note, he took extra care of Zhuang Youliang's wife and children, but in the end, his wife almost died.

"It's not your fault."

Shen Sangyu suddenly spoke at this time, and his tone was much more serious: "Rather than saying that you forced Zhou Xinghua to say this, it's better to say that Zhou Xinghua's character is so vicious. The fault is that her poor upbringing made her do bad things. If I do something to make her unhappy in the future, do you believe that the same thing will happen today?"

Wen Qingchuan said nothing.

Shen Sangyu didn't know how much he had heard. The anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, and she felt sleepy.

She yawned and said, "I have to go to sleep." Wen Qingchuan reacted quickly, rolled the bed down, covered Shen Sangyu with a blanket, went to the independent bathroom to take a shower, and lay down on the empty bed next to her.

When she got up the next day, Shen Sangyu was awakened by pain.

She felt a pain in her sleep, and the pain gradually became stronger and stronger, as if thousands of nails were stuck in her legs, and she could clearly feel a swelling.

"Hiss..."

Shen Sangyu opened her eyes, her legs were a little numb, and she moved her legs a little. The next second, the pain became more and more intense, and she almost cried out in pain.

Before she could think about it, Wen Qingchuan suddenly appeared beside her, gently pressing her leg, and said anxiously: "Does your leg hurt? I asked the nurse last night, and she said it might hurt for a day or two after the operation."

"Will it hurt so long?" Shen Sangyu cried, she couldn't stand the pain, and tears fell as she spoke.

Wen Qingchuan was startled, and subconsciously used his rough thumb to wipe away Shen Sangyu's tears: "I'll ask if I can give her painkillers!"

After that, the man opened the door and went out, but he came back soon, followed by several doctors in white coats.

The doctor who examined her had a watch on his wrist. Shen Sangyu took a look and saw that it was only seven o'clock in the morning.

That means she had only slept for three hours.

"It will definitely hurt after the anesthesia wears off. This is normal. Just bear with it." Seeing Shen Sangyu sweating profusely from the pain, the doctor finally said with relief: "You can take painkillers. I'll prescribe them for you when we get back to the office."

Shen Sangyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, doctor."

But it was just as the doctor said. Except for the unbearable pain when I just got up, the situation is much better now.

After the doctor left the ward, Wen Qingchuan brought a basin for Shen Sangyu to wash.

Shen Sangyu saw Wen Qingchuan busying around and asked curiously: "Aren't you going to training?"

Wen Qingchuan thought to himself that since you are in this state, how can he care about training? But she was afraid that Shen Sangyu would worry, so she said: "I asked the army for seven days' leave, so I don't have to go to training."

"What about the big competition?"

"Let Shen Xu lead the team."

Seeing Shen Sangyu frowning and worried, Wen Qingchuan suddenly felt better: "The gang has almost finished training. I was injured before and couldn't play. It's a good opportunity to let Shen Xu experience it."

Wen Qingchuan wrung the handkerchief: "Does your leg still hurt?"

"It's a lie to say it doesn't hurt, but it's definitely not as painful as it was just now."

Shen Sangyu had just woken up, her head was swaying back and forth between drowsiness and wakefulness, and she started to feel sleepy again without saying a word.

Wen Qingchuan remembered that the doctor said that drowsiness, dizziness, or nausea were all normal phenomena, so when he saw Shen Sangyu's heavy eyelids, he stopped talking and said, "Go to sleep."

Shen Sangyu leaned against the pillow and murmured when she was about to fall asleep, "Wen Qingchuan, I definitely can't submit the manuscript normally this time, remember to ask for leave, and..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Sangyu had already fallen asleep.