Lam's Hospital.

Lin Yifan personally substituted the medicine for the official Bai Xue.

That's it.

He helped her put on her gown.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to endure it for a while."

"The wound is inflamed and may be a little itchy."

"Don't scratch, don't scratch, or you'll get a scar."

Guan Baixue was lying there, looking at him sideways.

"Thank you, Dr. Lin."

Lin Yifanjun had a faint smile on his face.

"Rest well."

"Tell the nurse if you need anything."

She let out a soft "um".

Guan Baixue wants to rest.

But the wound hurt so badly that she couldn't sleep.

Not long after Lin Yifan left, Tang Mo came.

"Why don't you sleep?"

He pushed his wheelchair to her.

The handsome face looked unusually fair under the shadow of the lamp, but it was handsome.

Guan Baixue was in a trance for a moment.

The little face was hot.

"It hurts."

"Wounds?"

Tang Mo's slender hand came to her shoulder blade.

Guan Baixue's body stiffened subconsciously.

Her subtle gesture did not escape his eyes.

"I'm your husband."

His voice is not heavy, but it is absolutely domineering.

Guan Bai Xueben's stiff body slowly relaxed.

He was right, she had to get used to him sooner or later.

Tang Mojun's eyes widened, and his fingers picked at her clothes.

Looking at the wound, his heart trembled inexplicably.

"At the time, it must have hurt, right?"

He gently stroked the edge of the wound, not daring to exert force, for fear of hurting her.

Guan Bai Xuefeng's eyes met him.

"It doesn't hurt that much."

"Dr. Lin said that the wound is healing, and it is just a little uncomfortable."

Tang Mo was silent.

Guan Baixue said again, "It doesn't matter. ”

He groaned.

He spoke, "Sleepy or not?" ”

She closed her eyes, and her little face, which had no complexion, was dyed with exhaustion.

These days, she barely sleeps.

It's not that you don't sleep, it's that you can't sleep.

"When can I be discharged?"

Tang Mo's eyes sank.

"You want to be discharged?"

Guan Baixue pursed her lips childishly, "I don't want to stay here alone." ”

The ward is so big.

Especially in the dead of night, she was scared.

Tang Mo stared at her, his thin lips slightly raised, "I'll take you home tomorrow." ”

"Now, go to sleep?"

Guan Bai Xuefan's lips bent shallowly, and his heart couldn't stop blooming.

The wounds on his body didn't seem to hurt that much.

She slowly closed her eyes.

The end of her nose lingered with his exclusive fragrance, and she felt very peaceful.

Soon, I fell asleep.

In the silent space, the sound of her shallow breathing could be heard.

The corners of Tang Mo's lips were slightly raised, and the corners of the quilt were tucked for her.

That's when I got out of the ward.

Tang Yi greeted him.

"Guan Dewen is here again?"

The softness on Tang Mo's body was replaced by coldness.

"Nope."

The official German was waiting at the staircase.

Tang Mo gave an order, but he was stopped by bodyguards, and he couldn't get in.

"Tang Dashao, please raise your noble hand and save the official clan."

Tang Mo stared at him, his thin lips hooked coldly, "Help? ”

His deep voice, like a gust of wind before a storm, elongated tail notes, makes people shudder.

Rao is an official German who has been in the mall for a long time, and he can't help but be shocked.

Although Tang Mo was in a wheelchair.

But the powerful aura he exudes is enough to look at the world.

Just like the king, he unconsciously teaches people to surrender.

"Why should I save?" He tossed out a sentence lightly.

Guan Dewen's old face was not hung up, and he turned red with pork liver.

"Yes, I know Miyuki has done a lot of wrong things, I'm not qualified to intercede for her, you can do whatever you want, I have nothing to say."

"However, the official clan also hopes that Tang Dashao's subordinates will show mercy."

"If the official family is gone, how can I have the face to face the ancestors of the official family?"

Tang Mo was as cold as ice, quietly watching him act.

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