He hoarsely said, "It's good to wake up." The voice was very unpleasant, and after the high fever, his throat had not recovered, and he couldn't help coughing a few times from time to time.

He really wanted to see her, to see what was going on with her injuries, but he didn't dare to see her.

This time, even if he hurt her, it hurt him in the bottom of his heart.

Lan Qingchuan opened his heavy eyelids, his eyes were sour, and he saw a group of people, her father was sitting on a chair next to the bed, looking down at a stack of paper documents, and when he heard her coughing, he turned his eyes to look over.

Lan Qingchuan didn't know if he was dazzled, he looked even more tired and sleepy than himself. The man's usually pale and handsome face was full of anger from exhaustion, and his eyes were a faint layer of cyan under his eyes, and there were red bloodshot eyes. He really hadn't slept well in days.

Lan Qingchuan woke up, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief. She opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but she had no strength, and she even felt that her body was no longer her own, painful and numb.

Her family doctor came up to examine her, and as the dark mass in her eyes cleared a little, she was a little unable to adjust to the bright lights in the room.

She lay motionless on the bed, at the mercy of her, without saying a word.

Fang Yuzhong motioned for the housekeeper to bring some food, her face was almost pale, her lips were not bloody, dehydrated and chapped. The kitchen has already boiled red dates and white fungus porridge, and has been preparing it warmly, and now it is just right to eat it.

The butler added some more honey and placed the tray beside the bed. Lan Qingchuan shook her head slightly, she didn't want to eat.

Fang Yuzhong ignored her, asked the housekeeper and maid to help her up, took the cup himself, and fed her spoonful by spoon.

Lan Qingchuan resisted at first, she shouted softly, I'll come by myself. She moved her right hand, only to find that she had been put in a cast, which was extremely heavy.

Fang Yuzhong sneered, you came by yourself? How? The hands are broken, what is the strength?

She propped her eyelids and leaned back on the thick pink gold-rimmed pillow, her mouth sliding into the thick, warm liquid, but she couldn't taste anything.

Fang Yuzhong put down the spoon, took a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth, and personally helped her down to lie down. She looked straight at him, and saw that his pale black eyes reflected herself clearly, and she looked away and whispered, thank you.

Fang Yuzhong didn't speak, picked up the file on the chair, and looked at her again, she had closed her eyes, and Dr. Li was changing the bandage on her head. He walked out in silence.

In the days that followed, Lan Qingchuan stayed in the villa to recuperate from his injuries and stayed at home. On this day, the snow stopped and the sun was shining, and the housekeeper moved her to the balcony so that she could bask in the sun. Her eyes were closed, several soft cushions were pillowed behind her head, and she was covered with a thick golden woolen blanket.

While she was drowsy, the servant came over and said that the lady and son of the Ling family had come over.

When Mrs. Ling saw her appearance, she inevitably felt uncomfortable, and she sighed, "It's only been a few days, why did this happen?" When she heard her husband talk about it, she was shocked. was about to come to see her at that time, but Xiao Feng said that he had already gone once, and he had a fever and had not woken up yet. She was very distressed, she was such a girl, slender and weak, she could still fall from such a high place, where could she bear it. She vividly remembered the cold of that night, the snow that had fallen all night, and the outside was frozen when she woke up in the morning.