Yan Chongjun laid on the cold ground, his eyes staring straight ahead.
The place that was already empty seemed to be still occupied by the two people who kissed.
The pain in his body became another kind, making him almost manic, even more psychotic than a real mental illness.
When Ruan Jingshu received the news and rushed over, she saw her youngest son covered in scars.
Her head shook and she almost fell down again.
She quickly called the doctor to send him to the ward, then she leaned against the wall and slid to the ground.
A man in his forties crying hysterically, what kind of sin did she commit?
Was it to punish her for abandoning her husband and children? Or was it because of that?
But she already knew that she was wrong and had changed, why was it still like this?
No matter how she asked, she couldn't get the answer she wanted.
Because no one could answer her, only herself, but she didn't want to think too deeply about it.
"Young Master, you're back, I've prepared dinner."
Uncle Zhou saw that they were back and happily greeted them to sit down, then he hurried to bring out the prepared dishes.
Xunmi's hand was still wrapped in a layer of gauze, she couldn't move at all, she could only use the spoon with her left hand.
She clumsily scooped up a spoonful of mushroom and chicken porridge, but before she could move, the spoon fell into the bowl.
Xunmi: "…" Was she going to temporarily become a severely disabled person who couldn't take care of herself?
No, she couldn't give up treatment.
The people on TV were more severely disabled than her, they could still practice other skills, she could do it too.
She took a deep breath, held the spoon firmly with her left hand, and continued to work hard.
The saying that as long as she worked hard, an iron pestle could be ground into a needle was really useless when it came to Xunmi using her left hand to eat.
The spoon was still dropped, and the porridge was still poured out. Anyway, she just couldn't feed it into her mouth.
She unconsciously puffed up her face, she had a small temper, really.
Yan Yu Ling, who had been quietly watching from the side, couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hahaha, Ah Xun, don't trouble your hand that's suitable for holding a scalpel, come, I'll feed you."
"Open your mouth, ah …" He scooped up a spoonful of fragrant porridge, put it to her lips and coaxed.
This was the first time in a year that they didn't see the haze on Young Master Yan's face.
It was as if he had become a completely different person. He was surrounded by an element called joy.
Zhou Qi suddenly remembered that Young Master Yan hadn't been suddenly woken up during his afternoon nap, and he hadn't talked in his sleep either.
'Does that mean that tonight … I won't have nightmares and can sleep well?'
He hadn't slept well for more than a year. If it weren't for the various tonics and diet, his body wouldn't have been able to hold on.
However, he was extremely curious about the relationship between Miss Lu and Young Master Yan. Young Master Yan's treatment towards her could no longer be described as special.
Previously, he had said that he felt that her life was more important than his. Now, it seemed that he was right.
However, there was obviously a secret between the two of them.
Eh? Why did he use 'also'? Could it be that there was someone else?
Who was that?
Why couldn't he remember? Did he remember wrongly? Or was it a slip of the tongue?
Strange!
Zhou Qi, who had felt something strange twice a day, kept feeling that something was amiss, but he couldn't pinpoint the source of the problem.
In the end, she thought that it probably wasn't anything important, so she didn't harp on it and threw it to the back of her mind.
She pulled herself together and continued to observe Young Master Yan and Miss Lu.
He wanted to see if he could find a faster and more effective way to assist in the treatment.
He was getting better now, but after all, he had to consider if Young Master Yan was like this because of Miss Lu. If Miss Lu left and he relapsed, wouldn't all the previous efforts be wasted?
"Ah Xun, your hands can't touch water, and you can't move them to prevent the wound from splitting open. I'll help you wash up later."
Yan Yu Ling put down the spoon and said after Xunmi shook her head.
Xunmi, who was sitting on the chair to digest her food, choked on her own saliva.
"Cough cough cough … Cough cough …"
"What's wrong? Come, drink some water."
Yan Yu Ling picked up the cup beside his hand and carefully fed her. His hand patted her back gently to ease her coughing.
Xunmi waited for the discomfort in her throat to subside before she raised her head and murmured, "What did you just say?"
Help her wash up? Was it what she thought?
Yan Yu Ling repeated it very straightforwardly. In the end, he was afraid that she didn't understand, so he explained further.
"You see, to brush your teeth, you need toothpaste, a toothbrush, and a cup. You also need a towel to wash your face, not to mention bathing."
"Your hands are inconvenient. If you do these things, the wound will split open easily. As the person who hurt you, I should help you."
He definitely didn't think too much. He was really just worried about her wound.
But Xunmi didn't believe his motive. Because he had done so many things before, she couldn't trust him.
However, her resistance was destined to be useless, because what Yan Yu Ling said was the truth.
It wasn't that she didn't want to use the Dahuan Pill to heal the wound, but her body was really too weak.
The Dahuan Pill and the Marrow Cleansing Pill were too effective. If she wanted to use it, she could only use a little bit at a time.
There was definitely an effect, but it was slow, at least one or two months.
So during this period, her body probably hadn't recovered yet, but her hand would recover first.
Naturally, she didn't want to hurt her hand again, so she had to accept Yan Yu Ling's suggestion.
"Dad, who is this Miss Lu?" Zhou Qi waited until the two left, then quietly asked Uncle Zhou, who was cleaning up the dishes.
Uncle Zhou looked up at the second floor and sighed.
"If I didn't guess wrong, Miss Lu should be Young Master's ex-wife. Because of some things, they divorced."
"Uh (⊙ o ⊙) … Guess? Dad, you haven't seen her before? "Zhou Qi was surprised.
"Yes, Young Master protected Young Mistress very well. The Yan Family's internal strife … Sigh."
Uncle Zhou carried the plates into the kitchen. He didn't say much, because he didn't know much.
Zhou Qi touched his chin. There must be a problem. Maybe if he found the problem, Young Master Yan's condition might be solved.
'Beep beep beep …' While he was thinking, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
After listening to the other side, Zhou Qi nodded. "Okay, I'll go get it now."
"Dad, look after Young Master Yan. The medicine I ordered is here. I'll go get it."
He hung up the phone and shouted towards the kitchen. He grabbed the coat on the chair beside him and walked out.
This batch of medicine was obtained by his tutor abroad. It had a very good calming effect.
The previous batches of medicine weren't very effective. Although he wouldn't talk nonsense during the day, saying things like 'Wang Yu is here, he's smiling at me.'
But it didn't get better at night. Instead, he felt that it was getting worse.
He hoped that this batch of medicine would be effective. Otherwise, he would suspect that the medicine wasn't working.
After checking, he confirmed that it was what he wanted, but the quantity was less than what he ordered.
He thought about what his tutor said. This batch of medicine was very scarce, and he wasn't sure how much he could get.
He put down his doubts and went back early to test the effect for Young Master Yan. The car quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The person who was watching in the dark immediately took out his phone and dialed a number, reporting in a low voice.
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