A torn ligament is neither a big deal nor a small matter, but it will take at least three weeks to move it, and it will take about three months to fully recover. It takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones.
Er Er looked at Nan Qing's sad face and said, "Don't worry, your leg won't be lame."
"Of course I know this..."
Er Er: "So, you won't be disabled, so what are you worried about?"
Nan Qing muttered: "I'm worried that I won't be able to fly around and drink."
Er Er was stunned for a moment, and when he understood what she meant, he became furious: "You are here to save the male partner, not to drink!"
"Don't get angry, I know."
"You don't know!" Erer yelled out loud.
A smile flashed across Nan Qing's eyes. Er Er is so cute. It would be even cuter if he poked her in the face.
The system can hear the host's voice, Er Er: "..."
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A black luxury car drove into the largest private hospital, and a nurse was already waiting in the parking lot pushing a wheelchair.
Feisen carried Nan Qing out. He glanced at the wheelchair but did not put Nan Qing on it. Instead, he strode into the elevator with Nan Qing in his arms.
Nan Qing was confused: "Why don't you use a wheelchair if you have one?"
"The wheelchair is too slow."
"It's okay, it's not an emergency."
Feisen shook Nan Qing, and Nan Qing's face turned pale in pain when her ankle shook.
He said: "If it hurts, talk less."
Nan Qing breathed in, and his ankles were stinging. The dog man here still acted like a serious dog!
The elevator arrived at the department on the seventh floor. Fei Sen carried Nan Qing into the ward under the guidance of the nurse. He carefully placed Nan Qing on the hospital bed and said, "She has a sprained foot. Let's take a X-ray to see if there is any problem with the bones."
The doctor asked the nurse to arrange the instruments. He stepped forward and reached out to touch Nan Qing's feet.
Feisen's eyes fell on the white ankle held by the doctor.
Her feet are very beautiful, especially when wearing high heels, the slender curvature of her ankles is very sexy. She is very aware of her own beauty points and is very stinky. After suffering once, I wonder if she dares to go shopping in such high shoes.
The doctor checked it, and at this time the nurse also prepared the instruments.
The nurse was about to help Nan Qing, but Fei Sen stopped him. He put his hands under Nan Qing's armpits and picked her up like a child.
Nan Qing was afraid that he would shake her and hurt herself, so her body was stiff.
Feisen noticed her stiffness and frowned: "You weren't afraid when you were wearing such high shoes, now you know you are?"
"I'm not afraid."
"No? Then don't hold my hands. Your grip is too tight and I can't hold you."
Nan Qing always felt a bit offended when she heard these words. She turned away and said, "Feisen, there are nurses here to help you, so you don't have to do anything."
"You weigh at least ninety pounds. I'm stronger and it's easier to move you."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Jiang An and the female nurses beside him changed. What kind of dirty talk was this!
Is this gentleman mocking his wife?
Does she weigh more than ninety kilograms? This lady is 1.691.7 meters tall. Ninety kilograms is very thin, okay?
Nan Qing ignored Fei Sen. She enjoyed his care and ordered him: "Don't pinch me. It hurts a little. Be gentle."
She is squeamish and demands too much.
Feison had a dark face and moved a little softly.
A lot of X-rays were taken. When the results came out, the doctor looked at it and said, "It's a torn ligament. Some of the torn parts are serious and require a cast."
Nan Qing's expression was a little broken when he heard this.
She really couldn't continue to wander.
She knew she was wrong and never dared to wear high heels again.
Feison looked gloomy and asked, "How long will I have to wear the plaster?"
"Three to four weeks, depending on the recovery."
Feisen looked down at someone whose head had been lowered. Even if he couldn't see her expression, he knew that she was in a bad mood now.
The process of putting on the plaster was a little painful, and Nan Qing was in a daze and didn't speak the whole time.
Feisen's face was frighteningly cold as he waited by the side, but after a while he seemed to be in a happy mood. The doctor who put the plaster on Nan Qing was frightened. What's going on?
Why is this couple so weird?
Is this lady’s foot sprained? Why does it feel like it was broken by her husband?
Feisen was originally in a irritable mood, but when he saw Nan Qing's plaster on her left foot, which looked like a rice dumpling, he suddenly remembered something. With her condition like this, it was time to return to China. She would have to wear the plaster for a month, and she couldn't even think about it during this month.
run.
Gee, this feels pretty good.
Even if she was injured, at least she was at peace with herself.
Nan Qing took medicine and had an injection, and the plaster on her ankle made her feel a little stuffy, but it didn't hurt anymore.
When he was about to go back, Feisen reached out to hug Nan Qing, but Nan Qing dodged.
Nan Qing looked up at him: "I want to sit in a wheelchair."
Feisen: "I'll hold you faster."
"Wheelchairs are more secure. If you walk so fast, I'm afraid you'll drop me."
Feisen glanced at the wheelchair and lowered his eyes: "Okay, if I didn't see you injured, I wouldn't be willing to hug you. If you want to use a wheelchair, just sit in it."
After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the ward without even giving Nan Qing a hand.
The nurse was watching the situation and quickly stepped forward to hold Nan Qing's arm and help her to the wheelchair: "Mrs. Fei, be careful."
Nan Qing nodded gently: "Thank you."
It’s true that nurses have never received rich people, but they rarely hear people say thank you.
Nan Qing's English accent was very pure, and his voice was gentle and pleasant. The nurse blushed shyly: "No, this is what I should do. I wish you a speedy recovery."
The nurse pushed Nan Qing out of the ward. Only Jiang An was waiting in the corridor outside the ward, and Fei Sen had already gone downstairs.
Jiang An went over and took over the nurse's job: "Madam, I will push you downstairs."
"Well, push it."
Jiang An didn't know what happened in the ward. The president was obviously very worried about his wife. Why did he just leave alone?
As a personal assistant, Jiang An knew that there was nothing urgent about the president.
Jiang An carefully pushed Nan Qing into the elevator and all the way to the parking lot. The door of the back seat of the luxury car was open, and Fei Sen was sitting alone in the car without any intention of helping.
Nan Qing couldn't get into the car in a wheelchair, and the car hadn't been modified to accommodate a wheelchair. She couldn't get into the car without someone to hold her.
Nan Qing was not in a hurry, she just sat in the wheelchair.
Fei Sen sat in the car and didn't mean to help.
Jiang An glanced at his wife and then at the president, and after looking again and again, he could only step forward and say, "Madam, let me help you get into the car."
"Okay." Nan Qing handed his arm to Jiang An.
Jiang An felt a terrifying gaze, and he suddenly didn't dare to raise his hand to help his wife.
What do you mean, CEO? Is this a conflict with your wife?
Nan Qing twitched the corner of his mouth: "Forget it, I can get in the car with only one foot."
As she said that, she was about to get up from the wheelchair, and at this moment Feisen suddenly said: "What are you trying to do!"