When she woke up, Fu Zhiwei found herself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by white, and the ceiling light made her unable to open her eyes.

It seemed that it took a long time to come to her senses, and she propped herself up and wanted to get up, but the back of her hand pressing on the edge of the bed suddenly came from a tingling pain, and she couldn't help but hiss.

Before his brows could be raised, he heard a cold male voice in his ear, "Don't move!"

Only then did she realize that there was an infusion needle in the back of her hand and a half-dripping bottle of potion hanging from her head.

And Shen Jingnian was sitting on the sofa next to him, with his long legs folded, holding an iPad in his hand, and looking at her with a somewhat heavy face.

After a moment's pause, she remembered what had happened at Rig Hills.

- So, she fainted in pain?

She reached out and rubbed her forehead, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Shen Jingnian put down the iPad and walked over, he looked down at her, with a hint of ...... in his eyes Anger?

Well, she was sure she was right, the man's face was unhappy, and his eyes were shivering.

I had never seen this man angry, at that moment, Fu Zhiwei was a little weak-hearted, but he still squeezed out a smile and shouted, "Third brother......"

Shen Jingnian glanced at her coldly, "How do you feel?"

"Much better. Fu Zhi tugged at the corners of his lips weakly, "Thank you, third brother." ”

It's so uncomfortable, but you have to force a smile.

Seeing the vain smile on her face, Shen Jingnian suddenly felt a wave of irritability in his heart, was it because of the smile that couldn't tell whether it was true or fake?

He was tired of hearing that sentence for a long time!

He pursed his lips, grimaced coldly, and pressed the red button at the head of the bed.

A few minutes later, a male doctor in his fifties arrived with a hurried nurse and stood respectfully in front of Shen Jingnian, "Mr. Shen, what do you command?"

"The patient woke up. Shen Jingnian glanced at Fu Zhiwei who was lying on the bed, "You tell her about the situation!"

The doctor understood, and then began to advise, "Miss Fu, you have a mild stomach ulcer, and you have drunk alcohol, so your condition has worsened. Fortunately, it was delivered in time, otherwise it would have caused stomach bleeding and in severe cases, it could lead to shock. ”

“…… Many gastrointestinal diseases are caused by long-term mental stress, irregular eating, smoking, drinking and other bad habits, in the future, you should eat on time, alcohol is not a good thing, you better not drink in the future......"

The doctor nagged and said a lot of precautions, which was nothing more than to let her eat on time and develop good living habits, Fu Zhiwei lay on the bed and listened quietly.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man next to him had a terrifyingly gloomy face.

After the doctor left, Shen Jingnian walked to the bedside again, pulling his face, like an angry parent, "Hear clearly?!"

"Hmm. ”

Fu Zhiwei's heart was weak again, and he nodded obediently like a child who had done something wrong, "I heard clearly." ”

But what if you hear it clearly?

She had heard this "doctor's advice" a long time ago, but many times people are involuntarily, many people are not you can not see if you want to see it, and many things are not something you can do if you want to do it.

For example, tonight, those glasses of red wine poured her heart cold to the bone.

After the doctor left, the air was a little condensed, and Fu Zhiwei was thinking about what to say when Shen Jingnian's mobile phone rang.

He went to the balcony to answer the phone with a calm face, and Fu Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the nurse came to change the dressing, and when she saw the nurse coming in with a large number of bottles and cans, Fu Zhiwei knew that these potions were estimated to drip until midnight.

Turning his head to look at the man on the phone on the balcony, he was wearing a black shirt, his long back barely disappeared into the night, his face was tense, and his lips were tight.

For some reason, a trace of guilt suddenly welled up in Fu Zhiwei's heart.

About five minutes later, Shen Jingnian pushed the door in after making a call, Fu Zhiwei had already sat up, turned his head and smiled at him, "Third brother." ”

Shen Jingnian calmed his face and let out a faint "um" from his nose, "Don't be polite to me!"

At first glance, you know that you are in a bad mood, is there something wrong at work?