Just as she was about to put her hand on his wrist, Qin Shiyue suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, but Song Nanruo couldn't dodge.
Qin Shiyue frowned as he looked at the bruise, which looked particularly dazzling against the white and delicate skin.
It should hurt.
There was a hint of anger in his tone: "How did you do this?"
Song Nanruo lowered her eyes and glanced at the innocuous little wound. She couldn't remember when she touched it.
What does this little injury mean? It didn't hurt anyway, so she was naturally unaware.
"It's nothing, maybe I bumped into it accidentally."
Song Nanruo wanted to withdraw his arm, but he couldn't resist Qin Shiyue's strength.
"Don't move." The man's voice was low, trying to comfort her.
Qin Shiyue took out the medicine box on the side, took out a bottle of medicine and applied it on her personally, rubbing her injuries gently.
Seeing him lowering his eyebrows and caring for his injuries with a concentrated expression, Song Nanruo felt something was different in his heart.
After taking care of the injury, Qin Shiyue arranged the medical supplies and handed the wrist to her.
Song Nanruo's slender white fingers lightly rested on her wrist bones, but after a moment, she withdrew her fingers.
After many days of conditioning, his body was much better than before, but it was a long-term illness that was difficult to treat, and he had to be treated slowly after all.
It was pretty much what he expected. Song Nanruo took out a new prescription and handed it to Qin Shiyue.
"Replace the previous prescription and just take this prescription from the pharmacy."
Qin Shiyue nodded and took the prescription, "Thank you, it's just my condition..."
Song Nanruo comforted him and said, "It's getting better, but you must take the medicine on time according to my prescription."
Seeing that he listened to her words, Song Nanruo didn't stay for a long time: "Then I'll leave first."
Qin Shiyue watched her leave: "Well, pay attention to safety on the road."
Song Nanruo walked out of the office slowly, and was stopped at the elevator door just a short distance away.
She raised her eyes and saw Qin Shiyue's assistant standing in front of her.
"Miss Song, I have something to ask you for help." The assistant looked a little sad.
Song Nanruo was confused and said, "Tell me about it."
Seeing that she did not refuse, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief and said worriedly: "Can you help me persuade the president to eat well? He always works hard. But he rarely allows himself to have a good meal. If this continues, he will My body can’t support it at all.”
"Although work is important, body is more important."
After saying that, he seemed to be afraid that Song Nanruo would refuse, so he silently took another step towards the elevator door, as if he was afraid that she would take the elevator and leave directly.
Song Nanruo glanced at the assistant and did not deny what he said.
"I can help you persuade him."
Song Nanruo turned around and walked towards Qin Shiyue's office again.
Qin Shiyue was sitting in front of the computer. The mouse in his hand moved from time to time. He concentrated on checking the information on the computer.
When he heard the knock on the door, he frowned and shouted to the door without raising his head.
"Come in."
When Song Nanruo walked into the office, what she saw was the man working seriously.
The computer's faint fluorescent light shone on the pale and handsome profile. The man seemed to have seen some problem, his brows furrowed and his thin lips pursed.
"What's the matter?" Qin Shiyue asked casually.
"Let's see if you eat on time."
Suddenly hearing a familiar voice, Qin Shiyue looked up and saw Song Nanruo standing in front of his desk with the same expression as usual.
"Didn't you leave?" There was a hint of surprise in his tone.
Song Nanruo asked, "Then did you eat well?"
(End of chapter)