In Xiao Jingshan's view, the person who could be carried into the Rose Manor by Fu Jichen himself and cared for with all his care must be a noble person, and he did not dare to neglect him.
After carefully examining the injuries on the woman's body on the bed, Xiao Jingshan initially concluded that they were skin injuries and did not damage the organs.
Fu Jichen previously described the general situation on the phone. The medical kit he brought contained medicine for treating trauma. He took it out and gave it to Zhou Rongzhen: "It is best to clean the sewage on the wound before applying medicine, and be careful to avoid infection."
"Got it." Zhou Rongzhen responded.
Fu Jichen walked slowly from the master bedroom after taking a bath. His wet short hair was half-dried, making it darker than when it was completely dry. His face was as beautiful as a crown jewel, and his dark blue nightgown hugged his slender and tall figure. He stopped in front of the door, bumped into Xiao Jingshan who was leaving, and asked, "How is it?"
Xiao Jingshan stopped and replied: "Except for the parts that are inconvenient to check, I have seen the injuries in other places. Most of them are falls and scratches with hard objects. They are not caused by beatings. The internal organs should not be injured. If you are worried, wait until she wakes up." Come here and take me to the hospital for a comprehensive examination."
Hearing his description, it was not serious. Fu Jichen pondered for a moment and asked puzzledly: "How could she be unconscious?"
Xiao Jingshan was stunned and said with a smile: "There are many reasons. I don't know what happened to her, so I can't make a conclusion at will. It may be a coma caused by excessive fear and lack of physical strength."
"Okay, I get it."
Fu Jichen took out a cigarette case and lighter from the square pocket of his nightgown, handed one to Xiao Jingshan, took one, bit it on his lips, lit it, raised his hand and threw the lighter to Xiao Jingshan.
Xiao Jingshan used both hands and almost missed the catch: "I forgot to remind her that although her condition is not serious, she should not take it lightly. Beware of high fever at night."
In the quiet and dark corridor, sparks flickered on and off. Fu Jichen's face was covered with a layer of pale smoke. His expression could not be seen clearly. He could only hear him saying: "Then stay one night."
"What?"
"If you don't want to be woken up in the middle of the night, come to my house."
After a few twists and turns in his mind, Xiao Jingshan finally understood that Fu Jichen wanted him to stay overnight at Rose Manor, in case something happened to the girl in the middle of the night, and he would have to rush over from home, which would be troublesome.
This is weird, who is that girl on the bed?
Fu Jichen called the nanny and told her to prepare another bedroom for Dr. Xiao. She could choose any room on the second floor and was not allowed to go to the third floor.
The third floor is his private territory.
What else could Xiao Jingshan say? Of course, being respectful is worse than obeying orders.
*
The buildings on three sides of Rose Manor are connected by corridors, with four floors above ground and two floors underground, with hundreds of large and small rooms in total.
Xiao Jingshan unceremoniously chose a suite-like bedroom on the second floor. There were servants cleaning the room frequently on weekdays, so everything was clean and spotless. Zhou Rongzhen only needs to put on new sheets and bedding before he can move in.
"Sorry, Aunt Zhen." Xiao Jingshan sat down on the sofa next to the bed.
He crossed his legs, slid open the lid of the metal lighter with his fingers, and lit the cigarette that Fu Jichen had handed him.
"No, it's my duty." Zhou Rongzhen smiled gently, smoothed the wrinkles on the sheets, straightened up and said, "Call me if you need me, I'll go to the third floor to see the girl."
When the word "girl" was mentioned, Xiao Jingshan couldn't restrain his curiosity, exhaled a puff of smoke, sat up straight and asked: "That girl is Fu Da's girlfriend?"
The most taboo thing for a nanny is to discuss the employer's private affairs. Zhou Rongzhen is particularly cautious in this regard. She was a little frightened when she heard this, and said hurriedly: "I don't know, I really don't know."
Xiao Jingshan is a few years older than Fu Jichen. He is now in his mid-thirties. He has an easy-going and funny personality and occasionally likes to make a harmless joke or two. He just asked casually, without any other meaning, and waved his hand to indicate that the nanny could leave.
Zhou Rongzhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, went to the third floor, and pushed open the door of the guest bedroom.
It was inconvenient for her to be alone, so she called a maid over. The two of them took off Shen Jia Nian's tattered dress and brought a basin of warm water to her to clean her face and body. They were careful not to cause secondary harm to her.
The young maid saw the washed face clearly, white, tender and delicate, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's so beautiful."
Zhou Rongzhen glanced at her as a warning.
Aunt Zhen was usually too gentle and tolerant. She rarely lost her temper, and there was no one else here. The husband went to the study to handle his work. The maid pretended not to see Aunt Zhen's warning and whispered: "That's the truth." , I have never seen such a beautiful girl, her skin is as white as milk. Do you know who she is sir?"
"Tsk." Zhou Rongzhen frowned and said in a more serious tone, "Everything I said to you in the past has turned a deaf ear. Do you still want to stay and work here?"
The maid stuck out her tongue, grabbed the girl's hand on the bed, and wiped it gently with a cotton towel.
Later, when it came to applying the medicine, Zhou Rongzhen felt that others were careless and not meticulous enough, so she did it herself.
*
It's past two o'clock in the morning, and the study is as bright as day.
Fu Jichen picked up the coffee that was no longer steaming and took a sip. He frowned slightly and stared at the computer in front of him. The light from the screen reflected on the handsome face, clearly revealing the gloom in his eyes.
He held the mouse and deleted an email from the old Beicheng department.
No one in the Fu family is easy to mess with. He has only been away from the group headquarters for half a year, but there are a lot of big moves there. The second uncle, third uncle, aunt, and their children are fighting overtly and covertly to be the person in power.
People say that when gods fight, little devils suffer.
When people from the Fu family fight, even those who are not imps will suffer. It's a pity that Shen Group, it's not easy to reach this point from scratch...
Fu Jichen turned off the light in the study room and massaged the back of his neck while walking to soothe the stiff and aching nerves.
Passing by a certain guest bedroom, he stopped, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to push open the door.
A wall lamp emitted a dim yellow light. The person on the bed huddled in a small ball under the quilt, and a few murmurs rang out in the still night.
Originally planning to just take a look, Fu Jichen changed his mind and walked in, sitting on the edge of the bed to hear more clearly.
"Mom...Mom...Xiao Nian misses you so much..."
The person on the bed was trembling slightly, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was in pain. Tears were dripping from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his white and tender skin to his ears.
Fu Jichen took the tissue box on the bedside table, took one out and wiped her tears.
The broad palm was suddenly grasped by a soft and hot hand, and the mournful voice called intermittently: "Mom...can you...read The Little Prince to me again."
Fu Jichen put his other hand on her forehead. The temperature transmitted was not right, so he asked Xiao Jingshan to confirm it, and she indeed developed a high fever.
Shen Jia Nian had a dream. In the dream, her mother was still there, sitting beside her bed, holding up a cardboard-covered copy of "The Little Prince" with colorful illustrations. Mom's lips moved as she read the words in the book, but her ears seemed to be covered with mist and she couldn't hear anything.
As my mother read, her figure became fainter and fainter, like a mist blown away by the wind. She shouted anxiously and stretched out her hand to catch her, but in vain.
"Mom, don't leave me!"
Shen Jianian waved his hand in the air, and then his whole body trembled. He woke up from his dream, and a touch of dark blue appeared in his vision that was not clear enough. In an instant, huge fear surrounded her, and she thought that she was still trapped in that perverted cage and could not escape.
She remembered that the pervert was wearing a dark blue bathrobe and approaching her step by step.
Shen Jia Nian's hair stood on end as he punched and kicked him without hesitation: "Beast! Get away! Don't touch me!"
There was a "pop", and Fu Jichen, who had no time to move away, was slapped, and his fair face suddenly had a few bright red fingerprints.
