There are very few people who have seen Yu Youwei, and her person is like her name, with a weak and pitiful personality. It's a pity that when she appeared in Zhan Xingchuan's life again, she was no longer as healthy as before.

"Miss Yu is all right, and I talk to Dr. Liu every day. But you, what if the wound is infected? ”

As an assistant and cousin, Kong Miaomiao had to speak out to dissuade her. Zhan Xingchuan was silent, and after a long time, he said lightly: "There is a nurse over there, just disinfect it." ”

He pressed the handkerchief against the wound on his hand, and by this time, it was no longer bleeding.

The car was in a hurry, and soon arrived at the "river embankment and waterbank", and sent Zhanxingchuan here, Kong Miaomiao said goodbye and left.

"Rong Qian must hate me to death."

Zhan Xingchuan rubbed his sore temples and smiled apologetically at her.

Rong Qian and he have known each other for many years, and they are like brothers to each other, but the only thing that criticizes him is that he is too harsh on his delicate wife Kong Miaomiao, and increases her workload without authorization. For example, like tonight, accompany him to a boring and lengthy business reception.

"Remember to ask a nurse to bandage you."

Kong Miaomiao smiled helplessly, she and Rong Qian were too familiar with Zhan Xingchuan's character, and they knew better his feelings for Yu Youwei over the years.

Gently pushing open the door of the master bedroom on the third floor, through the faint light of a wall lamp, Zhan Xingchuan saw the sleeping woman on the bed.

Her face was still pale, but her demeanor was very peaceful, and she slept deeply. Although it was already early spring, it was still covered with a handmade silk quilt, and Yu Youwei's body was covered with a thick dreamy purple satin sheet, which set off the woman's extremely white skin and made it more crystal clear.

"Vicky."

Zhan Xingchuan's voice was a little hoarse, and he called in a low voice, but he didn't get a response from the woman for a long time, his face showed a look of exhaustion, and he gently shook her hand.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he didn't speak anymore, just looked at Yu Youwei lovingly.

Every time, when he was physically and mentally exhausted and disgusted with the deceit in the mall, he would come to the "bank of the riverbank", sit by Yu Youwei's bed for a night, and leave the next morning, before she woke up.

After about half an hour, Zhan Xingchuan got up and dropped a kiss on Yu Youwei's slightly cool forehead, then carefully folded the quilt for her, turned around and left, and did not forget to gently close the door and walk into the guest room next door.

The nurse who had already taken the first-aid kit immediately walked briskly to clean and disinfect the wounds on Zhan Xingchuan's hands, pick out broken glass ballast, etc., and wrap them in bandages after the worst.

And Zhan Xingchuan, who was sitting on the sofa, didn't move as if he didn't feel the slightest pain.

"Mr. Zhan, Dr. Liu would like to make an appointment to talk to you about the blood bank."

The nurse packed up her things and spoke tremblingly, naturally afraid of the cold aura emanating from Zhan Xingchuan's body at this moment.

Listening to her words, Zhan Xingchuan's face finally had a trace of expression, he frowned slightly, and asked instead of answering, "Is there not enough blood in the blood bank?" ”

Swept away by his gaze, the nurse's scalp was a little numb, but she still nodded truthfully. Then, seeing that Zhan Xingchuan no longer spoke, she hurriedly left with the first aid kit.

Zhan Xingchuan's face fell into gloom, he looked down at his bandaged hand, then at the blood-soaked handkerchief in his hand, and after a few seconds, slowly closed his eyes.