Wen Qiao realized his own mistake and quickly revealed a sad look: "There are no injuries elsewhere, right?"
"They are just some superficial injuries, nothing serious."
The people in the ward were pushed out. Fu Nanli had gauze wrapped on his head, his eyes were closed, and he was still asleep. The doctor said that he would wake up after the effect of the anesthetic wore off.
There was a sound of rain outside the window, and the curves on the electrocardiogram and electroencephalogram on the bedside table made Wen Qiao feel at ease, as if they represented her vital signs.
She sat in front of the bed, and finally had time to take a good look at this man whose fate was tied to her for some unknown reason.
The man had a high nose bridge and deep, distinct contours. Even though he was unconscious, one could still sense nobility and austerity from him. He was obviously a young nobleman in a high position.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Wen Qiao saw a gray-haired man rushing in. Fear and panic were engraved in his eyes, and he trembled and spoke incoherently: "My... my young master... what happened?"
Wen Qiao hurriedly comforted him: "He had a car accident on the way to the airport. His life is not in danger, he just suffered a head injury. The doctor said he will wake up soon, don't worry."
The housekeeper looked terrified.
"Hiss..." The man on the bed suddenly made a weak sound.
The gray-haired man ran to the bed, at a loss, his eyes red: "Master... Master."
Fu Nanli slowly opened his eyes. Wen Qiao considerately pressed the switch on the bedside. The head of the bed slowly rose up and the patient was in a semi-reclining position.
Wen Qiao carefully observed Fu Nanli's expression. His eyes were confused and puzzled. He glanced at the man who had just come in and said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"
Then he saw the gray-haired man with a stunned look, his fingers trembling, as if he couldn't believe what he said: "Master, I... I am Uncle Li, the butler of the Fu family, you... what's wrong with you?"
Wen Qiao clenched her fists and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She really had lost her memory. She liked this assist golden finger.
Fu Nanli seemed to be in a lot of pain, and his expression looked very painful. His hoarse voice was mixed with a hint of depression caused by physical discomfort: "Butler? What butler?"
Uncle Li had a look on his face as if his world had collapsed. The doctor just happened to come in, called Uncle Li out, and explained the patient's condition to him.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao were the only ones left in the ward.
His eyes were confused and nonchalant, "Who are you?"
Although the man was wearing a hospital gown, his noble and cold aura still made Wen Qiao feel a little uneasy.
"Don't you remember me?"
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling something. A severe headache came over him, forcing him to give up his recollection. He spoke with a heavy breath, "Who is it?"
Looking at the confused eyes of the man in front of him, Wen Qiao opened his lips to save his life.
"I... am your wife."
The man raised his eyes slightly and his gaze wandered over her. Wen Qiao swallowed nervously, clutched her skirt tightly with both hands, and faced his slightly aggressive and oppressive gaze, smiling guiltily.
He shouldn't notice anything. He didn't even recognize the butler, so he shouldn't be exposed.
She had no intention of doing anything, she just wanted to save her life.
He slowly raised his hand, and his long, bony fingers paused beside her face. Wen Qiao instinctively wanted to hide, but then she thought it was wrong and she couldn't hide.
The touch of his fingertips was a little cool, with thin calluses on them, and he gently pinched her face.
The girl in front of me is as pretty and bright as a porcelain doll, but her eyes are so innocent and clear that it is impossible to look away.
"My wife is... a nurse?"
The clear and hoarse voice made Wen Qiao, who was originally a straightforward person, feel hot on his face, and the heat spread to his ears.
(End of this chapter)