Yin Shaojie covered his face with his hands and yelled angrily.
His lonely roar echoed in the deserted cloakroom...
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Lu Yichen returned to the downstairs of his home. He was afraid that acquaintances would see the injuries on his face, so he kept his head down as much as possible to avoid other people's eyes.
Just as he was about to walk into the building, a petite figure suddenly came out and stopped in front of him with open hands.
"How are you?" A familiar voice sounded from the front.
Lu Yichen was just afraid of bumping into someone at first, so he stopped, but he didn't expect to hear a familiar voice. He raised his head and met Han Qiqing's concerned eyes.
He frowned, "Why are you here?"
Han Qiqing moved closer, trying to see his injuries clearly. There was no light in front of the building, so it was a little dim.
You know, the heir to a top wealthy family like Yin Shaojie has received special training since he was a child, and his skills are not comparable to ordinary people.
So Han Qiqing was really worried about Lu Yichen's injuries, fearing that he would be injured internally by Yin Shaojie.
After seeing Lu Yichen leaving at the bar, she separated from the others and asked the driver to drive quickly to Lu Yichen's home.
Lu Yichen might have taken the bus, so he came back slowly. She had been waiting for him downstairs for more than ten minutes.
Noticing Han Qiqing's approach, Lu Yichen took a few steps back with a sullen face.
He said indifferently, "I'm fine, how do you know my home?"
Han Qiqing didn't want him to be so wary of her, so she quickly explained, "Xiao Xiao brought me here. I'm not following you, nor have I checked you."
Lu Yichen nodded to show that he understood, and said to her, "It's very late. You should go home. I'm fine. Just rub the medicinal wine on this injury and it will be fine."
He wanted to bypass her and walk home, but Han Qiqing blocked him with another step.
"No! Look at the corners of your mouth, they are all broken! There are also red and swollen patches on your face. There will definitely be congestion tomorrow. Even if you apply medicinal oil, it will be useless. Your face will become bruised and purple. , how can you go to the hospital to take care of your aunt tomorrow if you look like this? Aren't you afraid that she will be worried? "
The last sentence seemed to hit Lu Yichen's acupuncture point.
Lu Yichen steadied his steps and looked sideways at her.
Han Qiqing looked at him with concern and said, "I know a Chinese medicine uncle who is very good. Ask him to help you deal with it. I guarantee that these congestions will be almost gone in a day or two."
Lu Yichen knew her identity. It wouldn't be difficult if he really knew some senior Chinese medicine doctors.
Nowadays, powerful Chinese medicine doctors are not available to ordinary people, and they basically only serve the powerful.
After hearing her words, I have to say that he was a little moved.
Although he doesn't fight often, everyone has bruises from time to time, and the bruises will take at least several days to dissipate. What's more, his current injury is unlikely to heal in three or four days.
Just like she said, how dare he go to the hospital to take care of his mother with such a face
Moreover, he has been very stable since he was a child and has never had a fight. If his mother knows that he gets into a fight, she will definitely be frightened and she will definitely ask him what's going on.
In addition, my mother likes Xiaoxiao so much. If she knew that Xiaoxiao had gone back to the United States, she would be reluctant to leave her, right
Lu Yichen thought about his mother's condition. The doctor also told her that it was best to keep her in a happy mood so that she could better overcome the disease. Otherwise, if she was constantly worried, it would make the condition worse.
(End of chapter)