It's rare to come here with a kind heart to care if he is dead or not.
Getting along for nearly a month.
Tan Bengbeng is not a cold-blooded person, she just can't express her feelings.
But in her heart, her impression of Qi Yan changed a lot.
She could vaguely feel that he should not be a simple person in medicine.
Moreover, apart from being a little sloppy and making people crazy when sex, he is not bad in other aspects.
In three days, she will leave here.
Before leaving, you should at least thank him well.
With this in mind, she deliberately didn't use the cooking machine in the kitchen, but cooked the food herself, and really cooked a table for him.
Originally, he wanted to make a farewell meal, but he didn't expect that he kept himself locked in the room and didn't come out.
The dishes are almost getting cold.
Thinking of this, Tan Bengbeng's eyes were a little dark, and there was a hint of disappointment unconsciously in his eyes.
She takes care of herself from a young age.
Washing and cooking, survival in the wild.
None of this troubled her.
But she has always regarded these skills as survival skills. She is usually busy with work in the hospital, lives alone, and almost always eats takeaway.
She grew up so big, except when Nian Xiaomu was hospitalized, she cooked.
This is the first time she cooks for a man.
When I made it, I didn’t think there was any special meaning, but I was full of prayers. His annoying mouth, don’t say something like "This is your dish? It’s better to fry it for me by a machine" enough.
Unexpectedly, compared to being ridiculed by him, the scene where no one eats is more bleak.
Tan Bengbeng thought of this, raised his head, and looked at the closed door in front of him.
Biting her lip, she raised her hand again and knocked twice.
There was a faint sound in the room.
Like rolling a wheelchair, but not like it.
Tan Bengbeng knew that when he locked himself in the room, he didn't like being disturbed.
So she never came to him at such a time.
Today is the first time.
The second she heard the movement coming from inside, she actually felt a little regretful in her heart.
He turned his head and wanted to leave, but felt that he was being disturbed, and if he left without saying a word, he would probably be even angrier, so he just stood at the door and waited.
After about a minute or two.
The door opened from the inside.
Tan Bengbeng lowered his head, the first thing he saw was a pair of legs hanging from the wheelchair.
Subconsciously opened the mouth to explain.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that it's almost nine o'clock, and you don't seem to have come out for dinner all day today..."
Tan Bengbeng raised his head as he spoke.
Seeing Qi Yan's face so pale that it was almost transparent in the wheelchair, her pupils suddenly tightened!
Before she had time to react, the man in the wheelchair had already fallen straight onto her...
"Qi Yan!"
Tan Bengbeng instinctively reached out to catch him.
Touching his hot body, the doctor's professional judgment made her press his forehead with her backhand.
Sure enough, he had a fever.
Tan Bengbeng helped him back to the wheelchair with difficulty, then entered the room and put him on the bed.
He twisted the towel and put it on his forehead to cool him down.
But after searching around in his room, he couldn't find even a little antipyretic medicine.
Tan Bengbeng poured water into the bathtub, and threw enough ice cubes, and was about to help him in, but Qi Yan grabbed his hand.
His long and narrow peach eyes were only opened a little bit, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was still sinister.
"If you take a bath with me, you can leave here early tomorrow."