Yu Yan continued, "... and don't use any force on your injured hand for now. It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, so you need to rest for at least two or three months before you can lift anything heavy."
Ye Wangchuan said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
"Okay. Just remember to follow the doctor's orders." Yu Yan put away the small notebook in his hand, and with satisfaction, he turned his head to ask the nurse to prepare gauze and change the dressing.
I caught a glimpse of someone coming in from the corner of my eye.
He waved at the girl and said, "You've come at the right time."
Qiao Nian walked over.
Yu Yan pursed her lips and said, "Well, I was just about to change his dressing. Since you're here, I'll leave this task to you!"
He pointed out the location of the gauze and alcohol to Qiao Nian and called the nurse next to him: "Come with me out first."
"Okay, Doctor Yu."
The nurse waited for half an hour thinking she could change the dressing for the man on the bed, but someone unexpectedly showed up. She looked at the handsome man on the bed reluctantly, and followed Yu Yan, looking back every few steps...
Qiao Nian noticed the nurse's last lost look, walked over, dragged a chair to the side of the bed, and then returned to the corner to get the medicine box.
She walked closer to the bed, put the medicine box on the chair, opened the box, and fiddled with it with her fingers to check whether the items inside were complete.
Then he took out all the things he needed, such as scissors, gauze, and anti-inflammatory drugs, and put them outside. Then he leaned over to the man on the bed and reached out to take off his clothes: "I'll help you change the dressing."
Ye Wangchuan could feel her breath spraying on his neck, which touched his heartstrings. He quickly grabbed the girl's hand that was about to unbutton his clothes, and his voice was more than twice as hoarse as before: "I'll do it myself."
"Okay." Qiao Nian immediately stepped aside and let him do it himself.
Ye Wangchuan was wearing a hospital gown. The light blue striped cotton gown added a noble temperament to him, making him look like a high-end luxury brand.
Qiao Nian stood aside, squinting her eyes as she watched his slender fingers unbutton the buttons on his collar one by one, revealing his thin collarbone from neck down.
But these were not the focus of her attention. The only thing Qiao Nian saw was the shocking gauze wrapped around his right shoulder.
She stared at him, paused for a moment, and walked over to help. The moment she lowered her head, she revealed her current mood: "You haven't woken up for three days."
Ye Wangchuan's heart seemed to be rippled by a stone thrown into it. His eyes softened and he raised his pretty lips. He was in the mood to joke, "Really? Maybe I haven't had a good sleep for a long time and I accidentally overslept... I'm sorry to have worried you, Nian Nian."
Qiao Nian exerted force on his hands, but his face remained expressionless: "Not calling me Qiao Shen anymore?"
"Hiss." Ye Wangchuan took a breath of cold air in pain, the smile on his lips never faded, his narrow eyes stared deeply at the person who helped him change the medicine: "God Qiao."
Qiao Nian glanced at him, pursed her lips, and increased the speed of her hands while moving them more gently: "I'm going to apply the medicine, bear with it."
She took the anti-inflammatory medicine beside her, unscrewed the cap, and raised his neck again to comfort the man on the bed in a low voice: "It will be a little painful."
"You do it." Ye Wangchuan looked comfortable and his body was relaxed.
Only when a person trusts another person extremely can he or she reveal his or her vulnerable side without reservation.
Qiao Nian lowered his brows and stopped talking nonsense, pouring the red anti-inflammatory potion in his hand down his exposed wound.
The potion made a slight "sizzling" sound when it came into contact with the skin. The sound was not loud. Qiao Nian immediately raised her eyes to look at the man's expression.
(End of this chapter)