"Mrs!"
Uncle Liu was very worried, so he and the driver quickly helped the person into the back seat and called the family doctor.
After examining Jiang Yilai, the family doctor straightened up and said, "There's nothing seriously wrong, but your health has been weak lately, and this cold will make it even harder for you to recover. You need to take good care of yourself."
Uncle Liu nodded hurriedly, saw the doctor off, and instructed the nanny to take good care of Jiang Yilai.
He strode into Fu Nanxiao's study.
Fu Nanxiao was handling official business, his face expressionless.
Uncle Liu approached, but he didn't even look up.
"Sir, Madam has fainted. The doctor just came and said that Madam is very weak and needs to rest carefully. She must not be cold or hungry."
Uncle Liu thought about Jiang Yilai's recent ordeal and added, "She can't afford to get hurt again."
Fu Nanxiao's expression remained unchanged, his voice icy: "No need to report to me."
Uncle Liu pursed his lips and said "Oh".
He turned to leave, but Fu Nanxiao suddenly spoke up: "Call the doctor over."
Uncle Liu nodded hurriedly.
The family doctor had been taking care of Fu Nanxiao for a long time. As soon as he came in, he opened the medicine box and said, "Mr. Fu, I'm here to change your dressing."
Fu Nanxiao nodded.
The doctor walked over and rolled up Fu Nanxiao's sleeve, revealing his forearm wrapped in gauze.
The gauze was unwrapped layer by layer, and the last few layers were soaked in red blood.
A bright red scar was clearly visible on his skin.
The scar hadn't scabbed over yet, and the exposed flesh looked shocking.
The doctor disinfected the wound and applied medication.
Fu Nanxiao's brows furrowed slightly due to the pain.
After changing the dressing, the doctor examined Fu Nanxiao's leg again. He straightened up and said carefully, "Sir, the burns on your arm are minor, but this leg..."
"Just say it."
"Your leg is still in the recovery period, so you can't overexert yourself. You walked around for too long without any protective measures the other day, which was not good for your leg's recovery. Your leg must have been very painful these past two days, right?"
Fu Nanxiao's expression remained unchanged: "It's alright."
“I will discuss the specific rehabilitation training with the therapist. It may be more painful than before. If you can’t bear it, I can prescribe some painkillers for you.”
"Um."
After the doctor left, Uncle Liu cautiously spoke up, "Sir, you were the one who saved Madam that day, why didn't you tell her?"
That day, the wife was trapped, and their people were blocked outside the Jiang family's building. The husband sent people to break in, and later, for some reason, he went in himself.
Their men were scattered throughout the Jiang family building, searching everywhere.
Uncle Liu didn't know the specific details, only that the gentleman found the person first and carried his wife out of the fire.
When they arrived that day, the husband was lying on the ground holding his wife. His face was ashen, and he was covered in blood, but he held his wife tightly and wouldn't let go.
But after his wife woke up in the hospital, her husband forbade them to mention the matter.
Fu Nanxiao glanced at him and said calmly, "I just don't want the trouble of losing my wife."
"..."
Uncle Liu thought to himself, losing his wife is troublesome, but almost losing his life isn't?
Sir, you're really stubborn!
When Jiang Yilai woke up, she found herself lying on a warm bed, feeling cozy all over.
Her clothes had been changed into comfortable pajamas, and even her previously wet hair had been dried.
Her head was still spinning, and she couldn't quite process what was happening.
What's she doing in the villa? Didn't she run away?
With a slight headache, Jiang Yilai tried hard to recall what had happened before she remembered that Uncle Liu had caught up with her and asked her to come back.
She couldn't help but laugh at herself.
What is she to Fu Nanxiao?
Something that can be summoned and dismissed at will, an irrelevant and dispensable object.
Jiang Yilai sat on the bed lost in thought when the door was gently pushed open again; it was the maid, Wang Sao.
Seeing that Jiang Yilai had woken up, Aunt Wang came over with a tray and said softly, "Madam, how are you feeling? Have a bowl of ginger tea. The doctor said you are weak and have caught a chill, so you have to be careful and not let it become a chronic illness."
Jiang Yilai was stunned for a moment.
She looked down at her clothes with some awkwardness, and just as she was about to ask a question, she heard Aunt Wang say with a smile, "We helped you change your clothes, and this ginger tea was brewed by the master."
She walked to the bedside and looked at Jiang Yilai seriously, saying, "Madam, don't be fooled by the fact that the master always has a cold face and seems unapproachable and has a bad temper. In fact, he is quite tolerant of us servants and is not a bad person."
Jiang Yilai pursed her lips and remained silent.
Fu Nanxiao is not a bad person?
There are really no good people in the world right now.
Aunt Wang handed over the ginger tea, which Jiang Yilai took and sipped gently.
The ginger tea was served at just the right temperature; after just one sip, I felt much warmer. The addition of longan, goji berries, and red dates further diluted the strong ginger flavor.
After drinking a bowl of ginger tea, she felt warm all over and smiled, "Thank you, Sister Wang."
Aunt Wang shook her head: "Madam, there's no need to be so polite with us. Just tell us what you need in the future."
Jiang Yilai did not respond.
She and Fu Nanxiao were going to divorce sooner or later.
There's no future then.
After watching her finish drinking, Aunt Wang turned around and walked out with the tray.
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