After drinking the soup, Yang Qianyu raised her wrist and looked at the time. It was not yet noon, so she still had some free time, so she just finished her good deeds.
"Hey, do you want to turn over or not? The nurse said you can't keep lying like this. You need to turn over to get some air." Putting down her wrist, she looked at the man who was lazier after being full, and asked coldly.
Feng Moyan raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing, obviously unwilling.
Yang Qianyu was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so she bent down and pulled the quilt.
Unexpectedly, the man reacted very quickly, and his cold fingers were actually quite strong, tightly grabbing the quilt and suppressing it.
"You, what are you doing!" he asked urgently.
It’s natural for a woman to say, “I’ll turn you over!”
"No... no need." He said awkwardly, even though his eyes could not see, he still lowered his eyebrows and did not dare to raise them.
Yang Qianyu frowned and ran out of patience: "Feng Moyan, don't think that I am very free every day and have time to chat with you! If you don't cooperate with the treatment, I won't care whether you live or die in the future!"
He muttered: "I...I didn't ask you to take care of it."
"What did you say?"
She suddenly raised her voice with a dangerous tone. Mr. Feng was immediately frightened and did not dare to repeat those words. He stammered in a low voice: "I...I have nothing to wear, clothes...wait, wait a moment, just ask the nurse to help me turn over."
Already..."
Tsk——
Yang Qianyu straightened up with interest, folded her arms, and stared at his handsome face that was flushed to the ears, feeling incredible.
"Am I right? Mr. Feng is sometimes shy?"
"..."
"You are so cruel to the nurse, how do I know if she will come back later and will you cooperate?"
Mr. Feng pursed his lips and remained silent again after being told something that struck his heart.
He couldn't move, couldn't see, and was covered in injuries. After lying there for a long time, his whole body felt as if needles were pricking him.
However, leaving him naked and having his body turned over in front of outsiders was even more humiliating than killing him.
Therefore, every time the nurse tried to turn him over, he would get scolded profusely.
Until he is exhausted, falls asleep, and has a hazy consciousness, he can only let the caregiver do the work.
But when he is awake, he will not allow others to touch him under any circumstances.
"Did I tell you right?"
"It's not necessary anyway."
He didn't even want to show this side in front of the nurse, so how could he be willing to show such an embarrassing side in front of the woman he loved so much?
This embarrassment is worse than Lingchi.
"Feng Moyan, we grew up together and have been husband and wife for three years. I haven't seen anything about you. Why are you so shy now?"
"Yang Qianyu, you!" He was so angry that Jun's face turned even redder, he hesitated and became angry, "You are a woman, you say such things, are you a gangster?!"
Yang Qianyu deliberately angered him, "Even if I act like a gangster, I won't pick on you!"
"You, don't go too far!"
"I've gone too far, what can you do to me? Get better soon if you have the ability, and continue to show off your strength!"
"..."
He fell silent, and Yang Qianyu had no time to continue grinding. She bent down and tugged on the quilt again, "Let go!"
"It's different..." The man gritted his teeth and uttered a few words in a depressed tone, then pursed his lips and looked aggrieved.
"Huh?" Yang Qianyu didn't understand and looked at him with a frown, "What's different?"
His face became even more embarrassed, and his face turned red as if it was dripping with blood: "It's different now than before... My body now is very ugly, I'm afraid I'll scare you..."
He really cares about this.
It is unimaginable that Feng Moyan, who was so domineering and powerful in the past, is now so glass-hearted.
"Then if you don't turn over, you will develop bedsores, your skin will become rotten, smelly, and get maggots. Then you will not only be ugly, but disgusting, and it will kill you!"
Feng Moyan could not see with his eyes, but the imagination in his brain still existed.
The scene she described was so disgusting that his hair stood on end, and he was furious: "Yang Qianyu, why are you so venomous now?!"
"Is this poisonous? You were many times more poisonous than me before!"
The man stared with doubt on his face.
Yang Qianyu lost her patience and started directly, plucking away his fingers that were holding the quilt, and lifted the quilt before he could protest.
Feng Moyan didn't resist anymore - in fact, he was a victim of a knife and was unable to resist.
He closed his eyes tightly, somewhat hiding his ears.
And Yang Qianyu, looking at the "candid" male body in front of her, froze in shock for a moment.
It turned out that not only was his face much thinner, but his body was also so thin that only skin and bones remained.
The once strong muscle lines are now only faintly visible. The front of his abdomen is wrapped in layers of gauze, and there is still blood seeping out. There are pipelines connected to the heart leading to medical equipment beside the bed, which monitors his vital signs at all times.
The rest of the places...the arms, shoulders, and legs all had varying degrees of bruises or wounds, some were light and shallow, some had returned to light yellow, and a few were serious, still bruised and bleeding.
It seemed like... all the bones, skin and flesh in his body were broken.
Then I thought about it, it was a fall from the seventh floor, and my body would not be shattered if I fell.
It's really a miracle that he survived.
Although Feng Moyan couldn't see it, he could feel her eyes staring at him for a long time.
If it had been in the past, he would have definitely made some ambiguous jokes about this situation to take advantage of it.
But now, he...
This feeling of being a weak person and being looked down upon without any room for mercy is as if the whole body is on fire.
"You...have you seen enough? Gong Beizawa said that you have many suitors and you have a boyfriend. Why - you haven't seen a man's body in many years?"
He spoke awkwardly and coldly, deliberately pretending to be embarrassed and shy at this moment with fierceness.
Yang Qianyu came back to her senses and was surprised to find tears rolling down her cheeks. She quickly raised her hand to wipe them away.
"Who's looking at you? I just saw that you were hurt too much and I didn't know where to start. I was afraid that if I accidentally touched a vital point, I would send you back to the hell gate." She replied with the same fierceness, bent down, and carefully
Move his body gently.
Although Feng Moyan couldn't move his body, his senses were still there.
Her hand fell, soft and delicate, and the touch was so obvious that he couldn't help but frown, and his body became slightly nervous.
Yang Qianyu saw that he was nervous, glanced at his side face, wanted to say something, but finally suppressed it.
After finally turning him over to lie on his side, he turned his eyes and saw that his back was covered in bruises and there was a long wound on his waist.
I remembered that when he fell that day, he landed on the awning or anti-theft net of the balcony of the residents several times - although it served as a buffer, it also caused many wounds.
"Is it okay to lie on your side like this?"
Thinking that she was behind him, the man relaxed a little and said in a low voice: "You take a pillow and put it down..."
Otherwise, if she lets go, he will go back again.
"Oh..." Yang Qianyu responded, quickly grabbing the pillow on the chair and carefully placing it between his body and the mattress as support.
With a seemingly simple turning movement, he was already covered in cold sweat from the pain, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
But he gritted his teeth secretly and remained silent.
After Yang Qianyu took care of all this, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief and walked around the end of the bed back to him.
At first glance, I saw him closing his eyes and frowning, trying to hold back the pain.
Her heart shrank, and she looked up and down, a little scared: "You...what's wrong with you? Is my operation wrong? Is it hurting you? Do you want to call a doctor? I'll right away -"
"Come back!" She was about to turn around, but was stopped by the man again.
Yang Qianyu turned back, "You..."
"It's okay. There are many wounds on my body. Of course it hurts to turn over. It will be fine after a while." He breathed heavily and explained with difficulty.
Yang Qianyu said nothing and stood there blankly, wanting to do something for him but not daring to act rashly.
After thinking for a while, seeing that he was sweating profusely, he quickly turned around and said, "I'll get a towel to wipe your sweat."
After hurriedly entering the bathroom, she finally took a breath, letting her heart pound and buzzing in her ears.
At this moment, she suddenly understood why this man had a bad temper and didn't treat anyone well.
In addition to the shock and frustration caused by blindness, amnesia, and immobility, there is also the pain day and night, right?
Who can remain in a good mood under such circumstances?
After thinking for a moment, she came to her senses, took off the towel, took the hot water, and returned to the bedside.
The water gurgled and gurgled into the basin.
Feng Moyan lay on his side, feeling that the voice was right next to his ears, and what was lingering around him was the refreshing fragrance of the woman.
After so many years, she has grown from a young girl to a young woman and a mother of three children, but her aura remains unchanged.
It is as elegant and charming as orchid, making people want to take a few more sips.
"This is a hot towel. I'll wipe your face first. I'll see if I can wipe your body later..."
He smelled of disinfectant and couldn't be cleaned after lying there for many days. He must have been very uncomfortable.
Feng Moyan said nothing and let her serve him carefully.
Yang Qianyu didn't say anything, but her heart was agitated.
The towel gently scraped across his handsome eyebrows, high bridge of nose, sexy thin lips, and chiseled jawline, just like painting with a brush.
Neither of them spoke, the temperature in the room quietly increased, and the atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous.
After wiping away the cold sweat and covering it with a hot towel, his face looked a little rosy and he was full of energy.
After simply wiping his whole body, Yang Qianyu was so tired that she couldn't straighten up.
Brushing the hair between her temples with one hand, she quietly kneaded her waist and moved her neck from side to side.
"Didn't you avoid me like a snake and a scorpion before? You were afraid that I would pester you again, so what do you mean by doing this to me now?" A man's deep and slow voice came from the room, asking her about the purpose of this move.
Yang Qianyu paused to relax her posture, and her eyes stopped on his face.
Rolling her eyes, she said calmly: "It's not interesting. You don't listen to other people's words. At least you can still listen to a few words of mine. So I reluctantly came to serve you and regard it as a good deed."
"That's it?"
"What if?"
"Oh, I understand..."
He responded in a low voice, closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he fell into trance and stopped speaking.
Yang Qianyu felt that he seemed angry again.
It's just that this time I didn't get angry, but just digested it on my own.
She also knew what this man meant by his question just now.
But how could she answer?
Still love him?
Maybe not.
But I really can’t let it go, and I can’t just ignore it.
She told herself that it was just a matter of accumulating virtue. For the sake of the children, it was always good to do more good deeds.
Carrying the basin to the bathroom, she came back after a while.
It was already noon, she had to take the children to eat, and she had work to do in the afternoon.
So I have to go.
After taking the bag, she saw that the man seemed to be fast asleep. She hesitated and called softly: "Hello, Feng Moyan?"