The doctor came in, but Huo Qingcang thought that if Lan Yifeng was pregnant, it would be better to check with a gynecologist.

So, as soon as he picked her up, he wanted to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

"Sir, be careful. If you move so much, her head will hurt." The doctor stood still in front of them and said again: "Your wife's concussion is quite serious. She needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days."

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"Concussion?" Huo Qingcang was slightly startled. A concussion wouldn't hurt her, right? Pregnant women are very fragile.

"Yes, I was just about to tell you, so you left." The doctor also held a report in his hand: "Your wife may have hit something and suffered a severe concussion."

As he spoke, he looked at Lan Yifeng and asked politely: "Madam, do you feel a headache right now, numb and numb, so uncomfortable that you feel like vomiting?"

Lan Yifeng nodded.

"These are the most basic symptoms of a severe concussion."

The people who were nervous or excited just now fell silent instantly. All their violent actions just now turned out to be meaningless.

"Are you... sure, she vomited... because of a concussion? Not because of pregnancy?"

Huo Qingcang still couldn't believe what the doctor said.

"Of course not. We did a careful examination of your wife yesterday. If she is pregnant, the results should come out."

Lan Yifeng blinked her tears and breathed a sigh of relief. Her expression of relief was so obvious that it really stung Huo Qingcang's eyes.

At the same time, others secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but for different reasons.

"It's better to let her have a good rest. It's better to lie down and move less."

"I'm hungry... can you all go out first? I want to go to the toilet..." Lan Yifeng came back to his senses at this moment, and the need to urinate suddenly became more obvious.

The others walked out of the bathroom one after another, but Huo Qingcang still didn't let her go.

"Mr. Huo, please let me go." She repeated, "I want to go to the toilet..."

"Yes." He responded almost inaudibly, reaching for her hospital gown and pants with his big hands, trying to help her take them off.

Lan Yifeng stopped him in a panic: "I can do it myself."

Huo Qingcang gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "The doctor said, you can't move!"

He pulled down her pants, asked her to sit down on the toilet, and then turned around.

The tears on Lan Yifeng's face were not yet dry, and she looked at his back with a red face, unable to urinate. Just thinking that he could clearly hear the sound of rushing water, she would rather suffocate to death.

"You go out first, okay? I really can't get out while you are here."

She begged hard, and Huo Qingcang straightened his shoulders. He didn't look back and said, "You are still weak and cannot move around. When you are better, you must call me."

"Well, I will definitely call you."

After receiving her assurance, he quickly left and closed the bathroom door. Only then did Lan Yifeng solve the three urgent problems.

Then he stood up, put on his pants, and shouted: "Mr. Huo, I'm ready."

The bathroom door was opened again and quickly closed, as if someone outside the door might spy something.

Huo Qingcang stared coldly at the woman who had put on her pants and stood up straight, and said in a cold and dissatisfied voice: "Didn't I ask you to call me when you're ready?"

"Didn't I call you?" Lan Yifeng didn't understand at all what he was struggling with. He walked over with a dark face and picked her up carefully.

Returning to the ward, he carefully put her down, and just as he was about to pull the quilt over her, he discovered that there was red blood seeping out of her white hospital gown on her left shoulder.

"Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice, turned around and said to Qin Zhongyuan who had not left yet: "Go and call the doctor."

"You!" Qin Zhongyuan glared at him. What did he think he was calling him around?

"Why are you still standing there? Didn't you see that her wound opened again?"

Qin Zhongyuan clenched his fists. If he hadn't seen Lan Yifeng really injured, if he hadn't seen her suffering from severe concussion, at this moment, he would definitely, absolutely, not let the person named Huo

Better off.

He glared at Huo Qingcang angrily and ran out again, his long hair flying.

"Mr. Huo, don't be so harsh on my friend..." Lan Yifeng was lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed. Hearing Huo's words, he opened his eyes with difficulty, "Won't you go call the doctor yourself? No.

Will you let others go?"

Huo Xinmei and Zhao Yan were obviously still standing aside and watching the fun.

Therefore, he definitely did it on purpose. Qin Zhongyuan also knew it, but he was just too lazy to get to know him.

Huo Qingcang couldn't help but tighten his fists when he saw that she was so sad, still thinking about Qin Zhongyuan, and showing contempt for herself.

Don't be the same as her. After all, he was the one who caused her to become like this. He comforted himself in his heart.

The nurse arrived soon, still the same one from before, still holding a tray in her hand.

Huo Qingcang sat in front of Lan Yifeng's bed without moving, and said without looking back: "Zhao Yan, take Xinmei back to rest, and other unrelated people, please go out as well."

Other irrelevant people, etc...

There is only Qin Zhongyuan.

Qin Zhongyuan is a considerate person, and he has no loyalty and insists on staying. Otherwise, he will definitely conflict with the childish man named Huo, which will only give Lan Yifeng more headaches.

The ward that was noisy before finally became quiet. This time, Huo Qingcang did not hide out anymore, and even took the initiative to gently pick up Lan Yifeng, help the nurse to remove the gauze for her, and watched helplessly as the powder was applied on her.

On that ugly wound.

Lan Yifeng kept her eyes closed, frowning, with a painful look on her face. She didn't know whether it was because of the wound or because of a headache.

The nurse bandaged up and gave a few more instructions before leaving. Huo Qingcang put Lan Yifeng down, but his loosened arms brought an unspeakable sense of emptiness.

He sat quietly by the bed and guarded her, guarding this woman who refused to give him a child no matter what.

After a while, Lan Yifeng reluctantly opened his eyes, his eyes were dazed for a moment, and finally fell on his face.

Her head still hurts.

This is what a headache feels like. How severe is a headache that can drive Huo Qingcang crazy? She really can't imagine.

She didn't know if she felt the same or what, but despite her weakness, she still asked softly: "When you...have a headache, how much does it hurt?"

Huo Qingcang didn't say a word, but involuntarily stretched out his hand, grabbed her cold and pale little hand, and held it.

A reassuring heat spread from his palm, along her hand, throughout her body. Her body, which had been trembling slightly before, stopped trembling in an instant.

He stared at her so seriously that she didn't dare to look, lowered her eyes and subconsciously looked at the hand he held.
Chapter completed!