"Alright, everyone go back and get some rest. I'll be here tonight!"
Ning Yuan took a deep breath, pointed rudely to the door, and said in an annoyed tone.
Chen Chen and another tall man glanced at the "experimental sample" on the hospital bed.
The "test sample" nodded slightly to them, and they quickly chuckled awkwardly and left, saying, "Sister-in-law, we'll come again tomorrow."
Forget it, they shouldn't try to be tough tonight. It's obvious that the young lady wants to teach the captain a lesson. If they hear that, the captain will lose face.
Ning Yuan nodded impatiently, suppressing the urge to slap each of them on the head.
Especially the culprit in bed, she was afraid that she might slap him and cause him serious harm.
I read a book in my past life—the plot was heart-wrenching and full of twists and turns. The male and female protagonists survived a near-death experience and both went to the hospital for surgery.
When the two met, the female lead, who was shyly pushing the male lead's face after he had just undergone head surgery, said, "You rascal!"
Then, the male protagonist didn't die at the hands of his enemies, but was slapped to death by her—he died of a post-operative concussion.
She cursed him a thousand times in her mind, leaving a deep shadow—this author is definitely taking revenge on society!
From then on, she remembered that seriously injured patients after surgery are more fragile and vulnerable, so she decided to be a little dramatic.
"Do you have to do this? Work is important, but it won't be the end of the world if it's a week late!" Ning Yuan finally couldn't hold back and slapped his thigh twice in annoyance.
An upper body injury will not affect the thigh!
Rong Zhaonan hissed softly and grabbed her hand in return: "Don't hurt your hand. I've been lying in bed for ten days, unable to do anything, and I've been using good medicine, so I thought I was much better... Dr. Chen just checked my wound and treated it, so don't worry."
He didn't expect that the wound, which seemed to be healing well, would bleed again when he wasn't careful when getting out of bed.
We were wounded on the battlefield and beaten when we were demoted; we weren't that fragile.
But he couldn't say that, for fear that the rabbit spirit would get even angrier.
Ning Yuan didn't dare push him away, lest she aggravate her wound; she just rolled her eyes at him.
"Get lost! Who's worried about you? Let me tell you, I'm going back to Shanghai next week. The renovation of the department store there and the procurement of supplies for the Heart of the Era have been delayed for a long time, and I've missed classes too."
As she spoke, she frowned and pinched his handsome face with her other hand: "Let go, I want water."
Rong Zhaonan had no choice but to let go, but the expression on his cold and handsome face turned somewhat unpleasant: "How long are you going back? Didn't you apply for a year's leave of absence? You just need to take the exam and pass, right?"
Ning Yuan let go of his hand, sat down on the bed next to him in a huff, took an enamel cup and drank some cold water to calm down: "I'll have to stay here for at least half a month."
Rong Zhaonan gave a soft "hmm" and looked up at her: "I'll take good care of myself. Come back soon, my wife."
He regretted it a little; he should have known better than to be so stubborn.
Ning Yuan looked at him and pouted, "Come on, you're already being lenient by not bringing your gang to cause trouble. It's still under investigation, and you're already starting..."
Young Master Rong probably knew he was in the wrong, so he obediently listened to the reprimand.
He looked at the cup she was holding, and hesitated.
"Would you like some water?" Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow.
I wonder if Old Chen was retaliating, since his right hand had just been re-bandaged and slinged around his neck on Old Chen's orders.
He was not allowed to move his injured right shoulder and right hand, while his left hand remained in place for an IV drip.
Ning Yuan took the cup and held it to his lips: "Drink."
Rong Zhaonan lowered his head and took a sip from her hand, then coughed lightly: "Um, I need to... go to the bathroom, the IV drip... went too far."
He wasn't actually that thirsty, but the IV drip never stopped from morning till night.
He'd been fussed over by Old Chen for an hour, being criticized and having his dressing changed, and he'd been holding it in the whole time.
Upon seeing this, Ning Yuan instinctively turned around and called out to Chen Chen, "Chen Chen..."
After she finished calling out, she realized, oh right, Chen Chen is gone!
She put down her teacup and reached out to help him: "I chased them away after I scolded them. I'll help you go, but be careful!"
Rong Zhaonan was taken aback and remained silent for a while.
Ning Yuan not only politely reached out to lift the IV drip, but also said, "What are you being so fussy about? I'm quite strong. Why don't you ask the caregiver to come over?"
Rong Zhaonan could only slowly move his long legs off the bed.
Ning Yuan supported his left arm: "Slow down, slow down, don't pull on the wound again!"
Previously, Chen Chen and his brother had always helped Rong Zhaonan into the restroom, and they refused to let her follow them in.
Rong Zhaonan didn't take it seriously: "Yes, I'll be careful."
He had actually been out of bed for a few days and was recovering quite well; the bleeding from his wound in the afternoon was just a minor accident.
The two slowly entered the restroom. Rong Zhaonan stopped and glanced at Ning Yuan, who also looked at him.
The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.
After a while, he lowered his long eyelashes and coughed lightly: "You can go out now, I can do it myself."
Ning Yuan glanced at his right arm, which was in a sling, and then at the IV drip in his left hand: "Never mind, I'll do it."
A little while later, the needle came out, and the doctor came in and yelled at him again!
Before Rong Zhaonan could react, she pulled down his hospital pants.
Rong Zhaonan froze, his face instantly turning crimson: "No..."
He was fine under normal circumstances, so why would someone just take off his pants like that!
After Ning Yuan finished, she realized that although he was her man, she seemed to have been a bit "presumptuous".
but……
"Hey, it's nothing, hurry up, we're an old married couple, why are you blushing?" Ning Yuan immediately said in a very loud voice.
This also helps to cover up the embarrassment of her own recklessness.
Actually... they've only been husband and wife for about half a year, and she usually avoids him when changing clothes.
Just consider it her being dramatic; it just feels kind of weird.
But things are different now. He's injured, so it's not right for my man to be so dramatic.
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes. That's right, they're husband and wife now... Why should he be so pretentious in front of his wife? It's embarrassing enough.
He gritted his teeth and made a firm decision...
Yes, open the sluice gates and release the water.
When it was over, his face turned red to his upper body, his eyelashes drooping, and he said in a low, muffled voice, "All done...wife."
Ning Yuan's mind was in turmoil, but she remained calm: "I'll wipe it for you with a tissue."
Rong Zhaonan: "...Okay..."
Actually, men usually don't need to wipe with paper; they just shake it clean. But he just couldn't bring himself to say it.
Ning Yuan wiped him down with paper, washed her hands with soap, flushed the toilet, and then helped him out.
After helping him to the bed, Ning Yuan cleared her throat again: "Have some water."
Rong Zhaonan's face was still flushed when he immediately shook his head: "No, I won't drink."
Ning Yuan glanced at his pale eyes, which were tinged with a hint of red, and then at his pants...
She was a little puzzled: "Did you not finish using the toilet just now? Otherwise, why would you still be..."
"No!!" Young Master Rong immediately interrupted her, his face turning even redder.
Ning Yuan suddenly fell silent for a moment, then suddenly understood, and her face flushed slightly: "What are you doing... You're still injured, and you've become a 'test subject' for drugs, yet you're still not behaving yourself."
Young Master Rong pursed his thin lips, turned his flushed face away, and snorted coldly in embarrassment and anger: "This is not what I wanted! This is not the way Chen Chen and the others are helping!"
Ning Yuan looked at him like that, thinking about how Chen Chen had helped him... and her eyes twitched instantly.
But looking at the handsome yet annoyed young master Rong in front of her, she had a unique charm.
Ning Yuan felt a tickle in her heart and suddenly lowered her head to kiss his face: "Then I'll go take a shower first, you can sit here and cool off."
Rong Zhaonan suddenly grabbed her hand with his left hand and raised his clear, cold phoenix eyes: "Wait... when are you going back to Shanghai?"
Ning Yuan looked at him like that, then suddenly lowered her head and kissed the corner of his lips: "Next Friday, you stay here and rest well, don't cause trouble. I'll be back in half a month at most after I finish my business."
Rong Zhaonan felt like he was being treated like a younger brother, but... he narrowed his eyes and thought it wasn't so bad.
The young wife responds better to gentle persuasion than force.
He grabbed her arm, then suddenly parted his thin lips slightly and gently bit her lip, his tongue lightly prying at her small white teeth: "Then I'll wait for you... to come back."
His warm breath brushed against the tip of her nose, and she froze for a moment.
She gently held the back of his head and turned her face away, but her back was numb. She muttered, "Don't do anything rash... you'll be the one who feels uncomfortable later."
He's still injured, and she doesn't want to get scolded by Old Chen. She absolutely won't go along with his nonsense; only he will suffer.
"It's okay, I'll bear it," he whispered, resting his face against her chest.
Young Master Rong's high, straight nose gently brushed against her fair collarbone, and he even licked it once.
"No, I haven't showered..." Ning Yuan trembled slightly and immediately held his head to prevent him from moving.
Rong Zhaonan gently rubbed her palm, pressing his thin lips to her palm: "Just one kiss, my wife, you're always so sweet."
She's going to be gone for half a month, and he just wants to kiss her more, but he can't move around right now, so he can only seduce the rabbit spirit to take the initiative.
Ning Yuan felt the man's warm, damp breath on her palms, like an electric shock, gently sweeping across her heart.
The lower half of his face was in her palm, with only his cold eyes staring straight at her.
Ning Yuan felt a tingling sensation run through her body, a strange numbness that crept up her spine from her palms.
Ah, this version of Young Master Rong is really... he seems to be able to do whatever he wants to people, and he's incredibly charming.
She gave a soft hum, knelt on the bed, carefully cupped his face in her hands, lowered her head and kissed his thin lips, letting out a soft moan: "Mmm... just a kiss then..."
Anyway, I've kissed him a few times these past few days.
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