"What are you doing here?"

Jing Qian watched Zhan Li Chuan sit up, and tried to put on his shoes, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and caressed his hand on his back that he had just stitched, for fear that he would crack the wound. There was a rare lack of the usual demonic spirit and dragging tail in his voice, and he said a little angrily: "What are you doing here?" Your wound has just been stitched up, and it will easily crack. ”

Zhan Lichuan only realized at this moment that he actually sat up, and he could even move his legs.

I was very excited, and the sharp depth that I had been dyed because of the back pain was also softened a lot by this excitement.

When facing Jing Qian, when he saw the warm anger in her eyes, his voice was very different from the anger in his heart.

"I'm sorry."

There is no quibble, just a guilty sorry.

Jing Qian, as a big man, is also a typical person who eats soft and not hard.

Seeing Zhan Lichuan apologize to her in such a low voice, the dissatisfaction in his heart was also gone, and the rest was faintly worried about him.

It was as if the heart was being pinched by something, and in short, it was a little uncomfortable.

"You don't have to tell me I'm sorry." Jing Qian's tone softened significantly, and said, "I'm afraid that you will hurt." And when the wound ruptures, you have to go back into the operating room, so doesn't that take more time? ”

Because of the inability to anesthetize during the operation, the pain in his body and the cause of blood loss, Zhan Lichuan's lips were pale at this moment, and his bloodless cheeks looked a little sickly weak because of the deep outline.

Zhan Lichuan looked at Jing Qian with gloomy eyes, with a hint of happiness after being cared for, a trace of obedient well-behavedness, a trace of gratitude and a trace of spoiling.

Being watched so much by a man with an ungodly appearance, Jing Qian was inexplicably a little flustered, and quickly changed the topic: "I know you are anxious, but Steward Xu said that grandpa is the most relieved of you." If you go to see him and he finds that the wound on your back is open, the wound is infected, the fever is there, and you have heart problems, don't you add to the blockage? ”

"But I'm worried about him." Zhan Lichuan's eyebrows drooped, and his eyes were full of self-blame: "It's me who didn't protect him well." ”

"And do you have someone next to him now?" Jing Qian asked.

"Hmm. When you answered the phone just now, I heard Steward Xu's words, and I had already ordered my people to go over and answer. ”

"Wouldn't that be nice. I'm going to talk to Professor Hongji and ask her to come over and help Grandpa take a look. Rest assured, as long as the person is still in first aid, it means that there is a chance. The Red Slaughter will definitely save Grandpa's life in the past. We also follow suit. ”

As soon as he heard that he could pass, Zhan Lichuan's eyes lit up.

"May I go?"

"Aren't you worried? Instead of worrying about it, it's better to see for yourself. ”

Looking at Jing Qian, who had already called Honglu to explain the situation, Zhan Lichuan suddenly felt a sour look in his eyes. It was a sense of happiness that I had never experienced before.

"Alright, Professor Hongzhi agreed, and she set off immediately. You've got a wound, so let's just slow down. Don't be too anxious, Grandpa Jiren has his own natural appearance, and he will be fine. ”

"Hmm."

"Professor Hongji told me that there is a group of people outside, is it your people?"

"Someone with me."

In other words, there are people who are not him?

It's so weird.

"Can your people handle it?"

"Don't worry."

With Zhan Lichuan's assurance, Jing Qian immediately helped him up and sat in his universal wheelchair.