"You eat first." Mu Honghui said, "I have something else to do, so I'll go upstairs first. If you have anything, you can come to the second floor to find me."
There was an elevator at home, so Zhu Yuanqing wasn't worried: "Go ahead."
Mu Honghui is gone.
The Mu family's house is very large. A huge luxurious stone dining table is placed in the center of the restaurant. Expensive porcelain and jade are placed on the rosewood display shelves in the corner. The crystal chandelier hanging above the head is diligently emitting light, and the whole space seems a bit empty.
It would have been fine if Mu Honghui hadn't left. Once he left, the only sound left in the room was the occasional sound of chopsticks and spoons hitting the bowl.
Zhu Yuanqing didn't eat for long. He ate a little quickly and left. Just then, he received a message on his phone. He paused, thought for a moment, and went upstairs.
It has been more than half a month since Zhu Yuanqing came to the Mu family. This is the first time he has seen Mu Honghui go upstairs. He originally didn't want to disturb Mu Honghui, but for some unknown reason, he still went upstairs.
The corridor was very long, with doors on both sides. Some of the doors were open, revealing the piano and bookshelves inside. Zhu Yuanqing even saw a large pile of fitness equipment.
He took a look at the door and was roughly sure that these things had not been used for a long time.
Zhu Yuanqing was in a state of mixed emotions: [007, is it impossible for Mu Honghui's leg to recover?]
[Host, his legs never stood up in the original story. Unless a miracle happens, I'm afraid they won't be healed.]
[Besides, after all these years, if it could be cured, Mu Honghui would have done it himself long ago, and it wouldn't be our turn to worry about it.]
Zhu Yuanqing naturally knew it, but he still wanted to ask, after all, what if?
At the end of the corridor, a man in a white coat stood there, holding a few pieces of paper in his hand, and it was unknown what was written on them.
Hearing footsteps, the man raised his head and asked, "Are you Assistant Xu?"
Zhu Yuanqing nodded, and the man said, "It will take a while inside, please wait."
Zhu Yuanqing probably had some guesses and waited outside for a while. Soon the door opened.
As soon as he entered the room, Zhu Yuanqing saw the medical equipment, including CPM machines and other rehabilitation equipment. Several doctors in white coats were busy inside, and Mu Honghui was just trying to sit up by holding the bed rails.
He was wearing a pair of shorts that didn't reach his knees, and his legs, which were slightly thinner than normal, were draped limply on the bed, with a long and narrow scar running from his thigh to his knee.
His upper body slowly lifted from the bed, his arm muscles clearly defined and veins bulging out.
Mu Honghui took off the glasses he always wore, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his fox eyes, which always looked at Zhu Yuanqing with a smile, were lowered. His facial features were sharp, like a ferocious beast that was bound.
Zhu Yuanqing didn't expect to see such a scene. He even couldn't imagine how this man could complete simple tasks for ordinary people such as dressing and washing by himself every day.
Even these ordinary things may require all of Mu Honghui's energy. Besides, this man never asks for help. With such a huge fortune, he is not even willing to hire a caregiver.
For a moment, Zhu Yuanqing felt that his so-called life assistant was just a freeloader.
The body moved faster than the mind. Zhu Yuanqing's mind was full of thoughts, and his legs had already walked over quickly to support his back.
His body was touched unexpectedly. Mu Honghui looked up suddenly and saw Zhu Yuanqing standing close to him. He then loosened his clenched fists.
"Why are you here?" A flash of panic appeared in Mu Honghui's eyes.
Helping him sit up, Zhu Yuanqing explained, "The designer of the banquet dress just sent a message, wanting to schedule a time with you to measure your physical data. I came over to ask you."
Mu Honghui was stunned and rubbed his temples: "Tomorrow afternoon, you can discuss the specific time."
There was a quilt on the bed. Mu Honghui pulled it over to cover his legs and smiled bitterly: "It's ugly, isn't it?"
Zhu Yuanqing frowned: "It's not ugly."
Although Mu Honghui's legs look a little thin, his legs are in good shape and do not have the tendency to be as thin as a bamboo pole. They are just a little thinner than normal people.
As for that scar...
Zhu Yuanqing didn't think it was a big deal. He had seen countless injuries in the face-slapping department.
He had even seen ruthless people who practiced their own spirits, so Zhu Yuanqing really didn't take such a small scar seriously.
"This is your body. As long as you don't think it's ugly, who cares what others say?"
After saying that, Zhu Yuanqing looked up at an old man who had been looking at him and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yes, there is!" Elder Liu pointed to another bed and asked his assistant to lift it to the right angle. "We've finished the examination. Move him over here. We're going to prepare for acupuncture."
Zhu Yuanqing nodded and turned his gaze back to Mu Honghui: "Shall I carry you over?"
Mu Honghui pursed his lips, his heart beating faster and faster, and then nodded.
Pulling off the quilt on Mu Honghui, Zhu Yuanqing stretched one hand to Mu Honghui's back, placed the other hand under Mu Honghui's legs, and used both arms to lift him up steadily.
The first feeling is lightness. The second feeling is coldness.
It's not noticeable in the wheelchair, but it becomes very obvious once he's picked up. This person is much lighter than a healthy adult man.
His hand rested on Mu Honghui's leg. The skin he touched was cool and cold, and he could almost feel the bones through the weak muscles.
I don’t know how to take care of myself.
Thinking of the high salary offered by Mu Honghui and his daily workload, Zhu Yuanqing felt a pang of conscience that hadn't been felt for a long time.
Mu Honghui was very nervous.
The strong arms behind him tightly wrapped around him, and the heat from his lower back continuously penetrated his skin, almost burning his heart.
He had never felt anything in his legs, but when Zhu Yuanqing placed his hand on them, he felt a surge of warmth the moment he touched them...
His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and the sound of "dong dong dong" was almost ringing in his ears, making Mu Honghui wonder whether this sound would reach Zhu Yuanqing's ears.
At an angle that Zhu Yuanqing couldn't see, Mu Honghui's eyes stared greedily at Zhu Yuanqing's chin, as if his real sight slid from his angular jawline to his erect Adam's apple, and then swept across his exposed skin inch by inch, as if he wanted to eat every inch of it.
The moment he was put down, Mu Honghui's nose moved and he seemed to smell the sweet and bitter fragrance again.
Chocolate flavor.
Zhu Yuanqing had no idea what Mu Honghui was thinking during those few tens of seconds. After putting the man down, he walked to the other side and watched the doctors in action.
Some people were checking the test results on the computer in front of the instrument, some were analyzing the data, and Mr. Liu took out the tools he had prepared long ago, which contained needles of different lengths.
Acupuncture...
Zhu Yuanqing was about to move aside when the person on the bed suddenly grabbed his clothes and looked up at him with inexplicably pitiful eyes.
Seeing him looking at him, Mu Honghui gripped the cloth in his hand even tighter.
"pain……"
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