The hand he held hers was hot, and the temperature on his body seemed to be a little higher.
An Qing was extremely confused. While thinking about him going to the hospital quickly, she was still angry.
What does it mean that she has a bad temper? Shouldn't she be angry?
"Let me go, I don't want to be held by you..."
An Qing couldn't help but puff up her cheeks and her expression was very serious.
Sheng Xingzhou naturally saw her angry look and asked tentatively: "Are you going to ignore your husband from now on?"
An Qing bit her lip and said no more.
But the water in the smart black eyes began to gather more and more.
She felt wronged, sad, uncomfortable, so angry that she was going to explode, and she even hated him to death!
How could he let her do that kind of examination? How could he question her like a devil?
His love and tenderness seemed to be fake...
Sheng Xingzhou's heart throbbed with pain, a thousand times more painful than the wound on his hand.
His uninjured big hand held her face in his palm, causing her to look up at him with eyes full of tears.
Her tears trickled down her cheeks and into his palm.
His throat suddenly became severely blocked.
"Qingbao, stop crying. It's me who deserves to die. You can step on me a thousand times more. Don't make yourself uncomfortable, okay?"
An Qing's long eyelashes trembled violently, and tears fell even more heavily.
She was stubborn and still didn't want to say a word.
Sheng Xingzhou wanted to say something else, but his fever was too severe and he had to use up his strength to explain to her.
At this moment, because I felt sorry for her, my mood fluctuated so much that my whole body was really shaky and unsteady.
An Qing subconsciously grabbed the sleeves of his clothes, and his face turned ugly.
She was also afraid that this person was pretending to be powerful and did not dare to show her anxiety and concern.
The bodyguards around him quickly gathered around and hurriedly helped Sheng Xingzhou towards the hospital.
This time, he is not pretending!
Wait for the doctor to finish his examination and change the dressing again.
After changing the dressing and cleaning the wound, I walked out with a black face.
"Who are Sheng Xingzhou's family members?"
An Qing hurriedly said: "I am."
The doctor said fiercely: "What's going on with your family? He was so seriously injured, why are you still letting him run around? His wounds are all cracked and bloody. He's also inflamed and you don't care. I really think he's a tough guy."
Is it? If it is constantly inflamed, it may cause body function failure and death is very possible! How can you take it so lightly?"
When An Qing heard words like exhaustion and death, her face turned pale with fright.
She took a deep breath, then nodded quickly and said: "Yes, I will keep an eye on him in the future, ask him not to move around, and take medicine to reduce inflammation. Sorry to bother the doctor, I will definitely urge him to cooperate with the doctor in the future."
Hearing what An Qing said, the doctor flashed his eyes and said with an unnatural expression: "Well, that's good. You must pay more attention. Don't move around the patient's wound. If you pull it open again, your hand will be waiting.
It’s useless!”
An Qing kept nodding her head, her heart felt like dense needles pricking her heart.
Sheng Xingzhou pulled out the needle today and did not inject anti-inflammatory fluids because he had to come to school to explain to her.
Just now at the hospital entrance, his wound collapsed again because of her backhand impact.
Thinking this way, my heart became even more acidic.
She walked gently to the door and opened it a small crack. She thought to herself that she would secretly look at him and then leave.
She just pushed the door open, but she didn't expect that his dark eyes were staring at the door, directly meeting her furtive gaze!
An Qing couldn't help but touch her embarrassed face. Damn, did he just wait here on purpose?
She hurriedly wanted to go back, but she only heard his cold voice: "Qingbao, come in!"
An Qing shrank her neck, why should she listen to him?
She had thought about it. From now on, she would confront him. If she wanted to go in by herself, she would leave!
With this thought in mind, she turned around and left.
Sheng Xingzhou's furious voice came again: "If you want to leave, I will pull out the needle and chase you right away!"
As he spoke, he pretended to jump up from the hospital bed.
How shameless is this man, threatening her with his own body?
It's not like she was injured and inflamed, she wouldn't care about his life or death!
Although she had a lot of cruel words in her heart, the next moment, An Qing opened the door of the ward with a dark face.
She stared at him fiercely, as if trying to poke a hole in his body.
Sheng Xingzhou leaned on the hospital bed with a smile on his face, as if he had gained the whole world.
He was wearing new gauze and was not wearing any clothes at all. His chest, which was not covered by the gauze, and his wheat-colored abdominal muscles were particularly dazzling.
"Honey, come to me!" He waved to her.
An Qing stood there in a daze for a moment, as if she had returned to the night they first met.
He was half leaning on the bed like this, with his chest exposed, a half-smile on his face, and a bit of unruly and evil look on his face. He was also waving to her in this way, asking her to come over...
An Qing's cheeks were slightly hot, and although she was reluctant, she still walked towards him.
He held her hand almost immediately, put her hand to his lips, kissed her again, and then placed it against his cheek.
His voice secretly revealed a hint of betrayal: "Honey, my body hurts so much, it feels so hot, I feel so uncomfortable..."
Although she knew that he was probably exaggerating, what the doctor just said still made her dare not take it lightly.
"If you feel uncomfortable, don't lie down properly and don't cover yourself with a quilt. If you catch a cold later..."
Hearing that An Qing was finally willing to talk to him normally, he still cared about what he said.
He suddenly felt sweet.
"My wife helps me cover it. My hand is injured and I can't pull it..."
An Qing glanced at him. Although she felt that he was seriously suspected of being a misfortune, she still bent down and helped him lift the quilt over his body.
While she was tugging at the corner of the quilt, An Qing felt her eyes darken. He leaned over and blocked her lips accurately.
He seemed to be trying to kiss her with all his strength, sipping her lips and making her breath freeze.
An Qing's body couldn't help but soften downwards, and he pressed her into his arms. An Qing carefully huddled against his chest, for fear of touching his wound.
But her lips were occupied by him, leaving not even an inch of room for her.
"Wife, I love you so much, you can only be mine in this life..."
His kisses flowed densely from lips to the shell of her ears, and his hoarse voice penetrated her whole body bit by bit like numbing medicine.