That guy is extraordinary, how could he be so...
After comparing them in her mind, Ye Zihan finally settled on the yam.
Believe it or not, I believe it.
Ye Zihan finally drifted off to sleep around 4 a.m. The usually aloof girl had an indescribable dream, the subject of which was naturally Li Changfeng.
The two flew entwined, inseparable, their love blossoming to the ends of the earth.
This is what they call "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night."
"Why hasn't Brother Changfeng woken up yet? He's not moving at all. Is there something wrong with the surgery? Is he about to die?" In the early morning, Chen Qiqi sat on the edge of the bed and muttered to herself, feeling depressed.
Does this girl even know how to talk? What does "almost there" even mean? A critical hit first thing in the morning.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's bad luck." Mu Xiaodie scolded, "Quickly spit three times and touch the bed."
"Pah, pah, pah!" Shen Qiqi realized she had said the wrong thing and spat three times in a row.
We have a similar saying here: if someone accidentally says something unlucky, they have to spit three times and bump into the wooden bed to take away the bad luck.
"Mr. Li's condition is currently stable and there are no major problems. The reason he hasn't woken up yet is probably due to physical weakness."
"After all, it's normal to experience a deficiency of qi and blood after surgery."
"It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone or muscle, let alone major surgery," Mu Xiaodie analyzed.
"Li Changfeng woke up in the middle of the night yesterday, you didn't know that." Ye Zihan had just come out of the bathroom when she heard the two women's conversation and chimed in.
I had a wonderful dream all night, but some parts are a bit damp, so I need to take care of myself in the bathroom.
"What? Brother Changfeng is awake?" Shen Qiqi exclaimed in surprise.
"How come I didn't know?"
Ye Zihan: "..."
"You sleep like a log. If someone carried you out of the hospital and sold you, you might not even know it."
To be honest, I'm not lying at all.
Li Changfeng knew all too well how soundly Shen Qiqi slept.
I remember once when Ye Zihan was kidnapped, Li Changfeng called out to Chen Qiqi but couldn't wake her up. In desperation, he simply pulled back the covers.
"Then you have to wake me up too. What an exciting moment, we have to celebrate."
The two women: "..."
What are you celebrating in the middle of the night? How about having a drink? Is that what you mean?
"Shen Qiqi, you're such a jinx, I can't even sleep a little longer." Li Changfeng said quietly, speechless. His mother opened the door for Wuyu—Wuyu was home.
"Ah!" Shen Qiqi screamed, "Brother Changfeng, you're really awake."
"I'm not deaf, it would be strange if I didn't wake up with your loud voice."
"I'm sorry, Brother Changfeng, I was just worried about you," Chen Qiqi said coquettishly.
"Alright, I'm fine now. I'll be discharged." Li Changfeng really didn't want to stay in the hospital; he couldn't stand the smell.
"No way," Mu Xiaodie was the first to object. "We should stay for at least seven days, observe the situation, and leave when it's better."
“Exactly,” Ye Zihan said, taking her position.
“I think the two sisters are right,” Shen Qiqi added.
"Come on, I know my body better than any of you. If I say I'm fine, then I'm fine."
"Don't forget, my medical skills are quite good. Going home or staying here makes no difference." Li Changfeng was being modest. His medical skills were not just good, they were extremely good. Was there even a third of the people in the entire hospital who could match him?
"Furthermore, I am Zihan's bodyguard, and I am responsible for her safety."
"What? You think you can protect me now?" Ye Zihan rolled her eyes.
"It can be done tomorrow." Li Changfeng wasn't bragging; he was absolutely certain if he dared to say that.
His recovery ability is astonishing, and his physique is terrifyingly strong, bordering on freakish. Being blown up in the back is considered a minor injury.
Previously in the Middle East, a shell landed three meters away from Li Changfeng, turning him into a black man. When he was sent to the hospital, his pulse had stopped. He was able to walk freely in less than seven days after being rescued, and it did not hinder him from doing anything.
Since Li Changfeng became an apprentice, he has taken a medicinal bath every seven days. His master personally gathers the herbs and brews the medicine. His physical functions have reached their peak. While he wouldn't say he has a body of steel or indestructible bones, he is several levels stronger than the average person.
Tomorrow, Li Changfeng will be full of energy and vitality, and this is not just empty boasting or bragging.
Li Changfeng's mistake this time was entirely unfortunate. Without Ye Zihan, and all alone, it would be a miracle if Yu Wencheng could even scratch him. It would be a miracle if his ancestors had intervened from the afterlife.
"Li Changfeng, don't do anything reckless. I'll be careful these next few days. I'll go to the company early and come back early."
"I'll just not go. If it's important, I'll have my secretary come to me." Ye Zihan was thinking of Li Changfeng; she was willing to give up her work for him.
Only Li Changfeng would go to such lengths as to be a workaholic.
"I won't stay here," Li Changfeng insisted.
After some debate, in the battle between the three women and the one man, Li Changfeng emerged victorious.
He's really good with words; you can't out-argue him, you simply can't win.
We agreed that we would stay at the hospital until dark and then go home.
The three women were furious, and Shen Qiqi was even more direct, spitting a mouthful of saliva on Li Changfeng's face.
If you want good skin, you have to try Tai Tai Oral Liquid.
Around 11 a.m., a nurse came in with two bottles of medicine. She was wearing a mask and a nurse's uniform.
The hospital prescribes all medications via IV drip, sometimes four or five bottles at a time, sometimes seven or eight. Once one bottle is finished, the IV drip is immediately replaced.
The three women stayed with him like that, and sometimes Mu Xiaodie would go to other wards to check on him.
"Nurse, how many bottles of medicine are left?" Shen Qiqi asked out of boredom.
"Uh, there are two more bottles left," the nurse said as she changed the dressing.
"Nurse, how many years have you been a nurse?" Li Changfeng's eyes kept scanning the woman's body, like a lecherous wolf.
"More than three years."
"Brother Changfeng, there's something wrong with your eyes. What are you staring at? Do you have a crush on that nurse?" Shen Qiqi, with her sharp eyes, was a little disappointed and unhappy.
"You men always like such cheesy stuff. What's so great about a nurse's uniform? My cute style is much better!"
It's just that they're all different. There's a saying that cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness.
There's another line that goes, "Sexiness is nothing compared to uniforms."
Li Changfeng ignored Shen Qiqi and stared straight at her, "Nurse, something's not right. You've been doing this for three years, and you seem a bit rusty."
"I've been having trouble sleeping lately, sorry."
Is it really true?
A cold glint flashed in the nurse's eyes. She pulled out a gleaming scalpel from somewhere and plunged it into Li Changfeng's heart.
Danger always strikes unexpectedly and is impossible to guard against.
A nurse said she would do it and then did it.
Li Changfeng was meticulous and noticed something was wrong as soon as he entered the room. The nurse was a martial artist; she walked lightly, with a slight breeze, and her hands were rough, unlike those of a normal woman.
When asked how many bottles of medicine she had, she clearly paused briefly.
Another factor was intuition; Li Changfeng sensed a dangerous aura emanating from her.
Most martial artists possess a characteristic that makes them easy to identify; it can only be said that her disguise was ineffective and had loopholes.
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