"Doctor, doctor, come quick!"
The man looked haggard; the blood on his face had been washed away, but the blood on his body had dried and turned a dark brown.
He reached out to grab the woman's hand, but Xiang Nanzhi gripped his large hand tightly.
It had little strength, felt limp and weak, as if it were wrapped in cotton.
After confirming that there was no major problem, Xiang Ciyuan gave Xiang Jingyi a look, and the two left the ward at the same time.
Once everyone left, only Shen Shixun remained, sitting by the woman's bedside.
The Xiang family's nanny cooked a lot of porridge and laid it out on a large table, probably dozens of bowls.
Which porridge would you like?
Plain congee.
He looked and saw that all kinds of porridge were available, except for plain porridge.
"If you don't eat something soon, I'm afraid you'll starve to death."
The man sat back down on the side. "Would you like something else to eat?"
Her neck hurt; she was nearly strangled to death last night, and she still had marks from the strangulation. "Shen Shixun, you're right. When people ask me for help..."
“I will definitely not help strangers who ask me for help.”
Upon hearing this, tears welled up in her eyes and fell onto her pillow.
The man's fingers wiped away her tears; his hands were still large and strong. "Don't cry."
Are you hurt?
"without."
It's just some superficial injuries.
"Eat something."
Where are the children?
"The child is here, he is doing well."
The man pressed his forehead against hers. "I'll feed you something. Be a good girl and eat a little."
"I want to drink plain congee."
She is Xiang Nanzhi, and I cannot settle for less.
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