Xu Zezhan didn't dare to delay, so he immediately called Yun Nian upstairs. When he arrived, he was startled by the two people hugging each other on the ground.

Yun Nian saw that something was not right with Song Qingyou, so he hurriedly poured a pill from the medicine bottle and fed it to Song Qingyou.

Yun Nian's medicine was very effective, and Song Qingyou's breathing gradually calmed down.

Fu Wenzhou coaxed in a low voice: "It's okay, Youyou, it's okay..."

Song Qingyou's tears had dried up from crying, and she said in a dry voice: "Help him finish applying the medicine."

Yun Nian was stunned, and immediately said: "Okay."

Xu Zezhan separated the two of them, and Fu Wenzhou's eyes kept chasing Song Qingyou, his eyes hard to hide.

Song Qingyou had no choice but to stay here any longer, so she said hoarsely: "I first... I go to the bathroom first."

After she finished speaking, she turned around, not daring to stay for a second longer.

Song Qingyou hid in the bathroom, washed her tear-stained face, smiled in the mirror, and tried her best to look happy.

She could no longer worry Fu Wenzhou.

Song Qingyou didn't stay in the bathroom for long, and after she completely sorted herself out, she opened the door and came out.

"Youyou!" Fu Wenzhou saw Song Qingyou, his back straightened and his eyes locked on her.

Song Qingyou smiled at him and said, "I'm here."

Yun Nian was treating Fu Wenzhou's leg injury. Song Qingyou's fingertips behind her back were trembling slightly, "When will his injury recover?"

Yun Nian said: "Except for the right leg, other injuries will recover in about a month."

"What about the legs?" Song Qingyou asked slowly, holding back the sourness in her heart.

Yun Nian said while bandaging: "It will take about three months to fully recover, but you don't have to worry too much. The medicine I gave him will not leave scars in the future, nor will it affect his future actions."

Song Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Zezhan said: "I'll call Gu Bai and come back later."

"Yeah." Fu Wenzhou responded.

After Xu Zezhan left, Fu Wenzhou asked Song Qingyou: "Youyou, when will we return to China?"

"No rush." ​​Song Qingyou raised her hand and brushed the broken hair on his forehead. It had grown so much in more than a month that it almost covered his eyes.

She said she was not in a hurry, but Fu Wenzhou was not in a hurry.

After Yun Nian finished bandaging, he said eagerly: "Yun Nian, hurry up and help Youyou see a doctor to see how to treat it."

Yun Nian nodded and looked at Song Qingyou: "Sister, I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an angry voice.

"Who the hell are you calling sister!" Fu Wenzhou glared at Yun Nian like a wolf cub guarding its food: "Stop fucking barking here!"

Yun Nian: "..."

Song Qingyou: "..."

Yun Nian was speechless and said angrily: "I am fifteen and she is twenty-four. If I don't call her sister, why should I call her sister? Is it possible to call her aunt?"

Fu Wenzhou became even more angry: "Auntie? If you're blind, go get it cured. Is your aunt so young and beautiful?"

Yun Nian pinched his waist with both hands, and his round cheeks bulged: "Fu Wenzhou, let me tell you, you are here to treat me exclusively. You can't call me sister, and you can't call me aunt either. What do you want me to be called?"

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips tightly and said with a cold face: "Call your name!"

At the end, add: "Full name!"

Yun Nian: "You think you are a domineering president, why do you call me sister?"

Fu Wenzhou let out a "hehe": "I don't know who saved your life at the Shekou, who protected you all the way, who took you out of the misty forest, who..."

"Song Qingyou, let me take your pulse." Yun Nian said expressionlessly.

Song Qingyou: "...Fu Wenzhou, you are 22, can you please stop worrying about such inexplicable things with minors?"

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyelids: "How can it be so inexplicable? Sister can only be called me, not anyone else!"

Song Qingyou fell silent.

After being disturbed like this, the desolate and desperate feeling in my heart just now dissipated a little.

The corners of her mouth curved, and she suddenly felt that Fu Wenzhou was quite cute when he was childish.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in Yun Nian's eyes, Fu Wenzhou was a veritable capitalist exploiting him.

Yun Nian secretly glared at Fu Wenzhou, then looked at Song Qingyou with a smile: "Stretch out your hand."

Song Qingyou slowly stretched out her arms after hearing this.

Just as Yun Nian was about to put his hand on it, Fu Wenzhou suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Song Qingyou looked back and asked warmly: "What's wrong?"

Fu Wenzhou said: "Where is your handkerchief? Don't let him touch you."

Song Qingyou: "...He is still a child, Fu Wenzhou, don't be so outrageous."

Fu Wenzhou drooped his eyelids, "Oh, forget it."

Yun Nian stood aside and watched him quietly.

Song Qingyou smiled apologetically: "Sorry, we can start."

Yun Nian nodded and placed his fingertips on Song Qingyou's wrist. As time passed, Yun Nian's expression gradually became serious.

After several minutes, he let go of his hand and raised his eyes to look at her: "Your illness..."

"What's wrong with her illness? Can it be cured?" Fu Wenzhou clenched his fists. No one knew how nervous and scared he was at the moment. He said almost paranoid: "Yun Nian, you promised me that you can cure it."

Good pomelo.”

Song Qingyou raised her hand and rubbed Fu Wenzhou's black hair to calm his emotions.

As someone who is seriously ill, she seems much calmer than Fu Wenzhou: "Just say it."

Yun Nian was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "You have been ill for a long time and your body is too weak. You can only take good care of your body before you can proceed with the next step of treatment."

He didn't say what the disease was or how to cure it, he just said something vague.

Song Qingyou's eyes moved slightly, but she said no more, "Yeah."

Fu Wenzhou frowned: "That's it?"

Yun Nian: "What else?"

Fu Wenzhou: "Can it be cured?"

Yun Nian felt that Fu Wenzhou was really persistent. Since he couldn't give an answer now, it meant that he couldn't be sure for the time being, so he still had to keep asking.

Song Qingyou slowly lowered her palms and stroked his earlobe: "Didn't I say that you should take care of your body first and then treat it?"

Fu Wenzhou still wanted to ask, but was interrupted by movement at the door.

Gu Bai didn't know when he came up. When he saw Fu Wenzhou, he pounced on him. As he pounced, he cried exaggeratedly: "Zhou, I thought you would never come back!"

Xu Zezhan was forcefully grabbed by the collar from behind. Xu Zezhan was very strong and pulled the person back. Gu Bai staggered back several steps.

He turned around and glared at Xu Zezhan angrily: "If you tear my clothes again, it will cost tens of thousands!"

Xu Zezhan said coldly: "He is injured. If you are not afraid of causing secondary harm, just continue."

Gu Bai was stunned for a moment: "Fuck, you didn't tell me earlier!"

Xu Zezhan: "Yes, blame me."

Gu Bai snorted: "It's your fault in the first place."

Then he stumbled towards the bed and asked, "Wenzhou, is the forest fun?"

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyelids slightly, "Gu Bai, do you want to die?"

Gu Bai chuckled, "Brother, aren't we just waiting to see how hard it is for you to come back? I want to ask you about your adventures as a warrior of pure love!"

His words were half angry and half half-heartedly sarcastic.

I made myself look like this just to bring back a kid with a bigger fart.

If he hadn't seen him injured like this, Gu Bai would have wanted to punch him in the face and ask him what was going on in his head.

He could understand wanting to save Song Qingyou, but this person had to do it alone.

Wouldn't you call him and Xu Zezhan together?

Three people are as good as one person!

Fu Wenzhou knew that he was worried about himself. He would not respond if he was teased. He leaned lazily on the bed. In fact, he had no strength.
Chapter completed!