No one paid any attention to him. Fu Chuan touched his nose and retreated quietly.
Wen Qiao looked down at the back of his hand, the blood was still flowing, she reached out and took some alcohol cotton balls, pressed them on the back of his hand, "I was a liar at that time, how dare a liar ask others for money?"
She said it so lightly, but it touched the softest spot in Fu Nanli's heart.
She knew exactly how to make him feel heartbroken, and this talent was instinctive. She didn't intend to gain sympathy or gain sympathy from others.
She went through her dark years alone.
In front of Wen Qiao, he is always like this, annoyed and distressed, but in the end, the heartache overcomes the annoyance.
He reached out and took her into his arms: "If you have any problems in the future, you must tell me, understand?"
Li Fang, who came back with a new needle, was unexpectedly fed a mouthful of dog food.
Weren't you still arguing when you left
Why did he come back again... Did he come at the wrong time? It was difficult to stop the tetanus infusion. He had no choice but to face his young master's unhappy eyes, walk slowly, change his hand to give him the injection, and then warn him not to move, and then leave impatiently.
"Wen Qiao, did you hear that?"
Wen Qiao looked up at him and said, "Actually, I am still quite capable."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes.
"I won't ask you for help if I can solve the problem myself. What do you think?"
Fu Nanli gritted his teeth and said, "At least when you need help, you should come to me first."
“Is there still such a ranking?”
Fu Nanli looked unhappy, and Wen Qiao nodded quickly: "Got it."
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Late at night, in the Ninth Hospital, after the operation, the anesthesia gradually wore off and Gu Xiao slowly woke up. Brother Dong saw him open his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to the infusion bag beside him: "There are three more bags of medicine, just lie still."
Gu Xiao moved, the wound hurt. His lips were pale and dry, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Brother Dong"
"You're welcome, kid. If you have a stomachache, why didn't you tell me? You could stay in the room alone, or you could call 120 yourself. If Wen Qiao hadn't found you, would you have died of pain?"
Gu Xiao's eyes flickered but he said nothing.
"Give me your family's number and I'll call your parents."
Gu Xiao's voice was weak: "Dad is gone, and Mom... probably won't answer the phone."
At night, she was always drunk, always unconscious, always in a state of drunkenness.
"Anyone else?"
Gu Xiao shook his head: "Grandma is old, don't disturb her, please help me find a nurse and go back to rest."
How could Dong Ge leave? The boy looked too pitiful, so he stayed until dawn, helped press the bell for the nurse to remove the needle, helped him go to the bathroom once, and finally sat on the bed and took a nap.
The hospital provided patient meals. Dong Ge helped Gu Xiao sit up, and Gu Xiao ate breakfast in silence.
He didn't talk much, and Dong Ge even felt that he was the only one in the ward.
When Gu Yunzhu came, Gu Xiao had just finished the last mouthful of porridge and gently placed it on the table. Dong Ge helped him collect it and put the table away. He turned around and saw a woman standing at the door of the ward.
It was difficult to tell the woman's age, she was in her thirties, or maybe forty if she was well-maintained. She had medium-length brown, slightly curly hair draped over her shoulders. She wore a dark green knitted short-sleeved shirt and white wide-leg overalls. She had a bag on her hand. She looked gentle and non-aggressive, pretty and elegant.
(End of this chapter)