frowned slightly, put on his clothes neatly, and then threw the bloody gauze on the side in the trash.
Walking over, raising his hand to unscrew the door lock, opening the door, Yan Yanqi looked up at Bo Qichen at the door, his white lips squirmed slightly, and he didn't have time to open his mouth to call out for the seventh master.
Bo Qichen on the opposite side was the first to speak, and then raised his hand to hold her slender wrist, "It's not that you said don't get out of bed, you pulled out the needle yourself."
While following him obediently, Yan Yanqi nodded lightly: "Hmm." ” Walking to the bedside, Bo Qichen let go of her hand, and when she was puzzled, he fell on the hospital bed.
The fundus of the eyes thought that it was very clear.
"Oh."
Nodding, Yan Yanqi quickly took off his shoes, and shàngchuáng hurriedly covered the quilt.
Glancing at the hanging needle on the side, and then at the back of her hand, if you look closely at the back of her white hand, you can see that there are many small traces of zhēnkong.
In the past week, she has not eaten much, and she is taking nutrient solution and other drugs on the other.
Bo Qichen pulled over the chair and sat down, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"
For a week, he would come over to see her every day.
But before she was obviously not as good as she is now, and she didn't have the strength to speak.
Although her face still looks so bad now, it is much better than the first day she came out of the operating room.
On the first day, when he rushed back from Yan's house, she had just been pushed out of the operating room by the doctor, lying there, transfusing several kinds of blood at the same time, and her dying appearance did not look lifeless at all.
"It's good."
Yan Yanqi leaned on the headboard, pursed his lips, and didn't dare to move his neck.
When she spoke, her voice was still a little weak.
Looking at the cold sweat on the tip of her nose, remembering what the doctor had said to him when he came in just now, Bo Qichen frowned, and asked with some worry: "If the wound hurts severely, ask the doctor to get you a little painkiller."
Yan Yanqi couldn't shake his head for the time being, so he could only look at Bo Qichen like this, and said coldly: "It's okay."
It doesn't hurt. ” The simple four words made Bo Qichen feel a little alienated. frowned, Bo Qichen was a little helpless, Yan Yanqi had this attitude in the past few days, and it seemed that he was still losing his temper.
Although she said that it didn't hurt, it was fine.
But Bo Qichen has been with her for a few months, and he also knows that she is the kind of person who has something to fight by herself and doesn't like to say it.
What Bo Qichen actually didn't know was that in Yan Yanqi's eyes, if he didn't die, he was okay and fine After a long dullness, Bo Qichen glanced at the time and asked, "Are you hungry, I'll ask Ouyang Zuo to bring you food?"
"Not hungry."
After a pause, Yan Yanqi thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem that today is the weekend, doesn't the seventh master go to class?"
Bo Qichen hooked his lips and smiled slightly, and his voice slowly carried a familiar demagogic magnetism: "No, I'm here to accompany you."
You rest, I'm watching you. ” Yan Yanqi looked at his smile and was stunned, Bo Qichen's smile, she had actually seen it many times, but most of them were sneering, and the laughter was a little cruel, but this time it was obviously different.
After hesitating for a moment, Yan Yanqi was a little unaccustomed, and the hands in the quilt were stirred together, "Seventh Master actually doesn't need to be so good to me, I'm just a servant, this time I was wronged, but because of my identity, I admit this whip." ”: