Well done, I got slapped for the first time in my life.
Fu Jichen's face was as dark as water. He grabbed the culprit's wrist and held it firmly. His cold voice floated in the room: "You have clearly seen who I am."
It's a wonder that Shen Jia Nian, whose head was so dizzy from burning, could listen to what he said.
"Go away. Go to hell, you scumbag..." Her hands were controlled and her legs and feet were free. She kicked hard and refused to give in. "I won't let you succeed even if I die!"
Fu Jichen was kicked several times in succession, and one of them hit him between the legs. His lower abdomen tightened, he took a breath, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He saved people with good intentions, but got a beating instead of getting anything in return. Even a saint should be angry, not to mention that he was not a good-tempered person to begin with.
After kicking off his slippers and getting on the bed, Fu Jichen straddled the girl's body with his long legs, suppressing her erratic legs. His threatening words were extremely oppressive: "If you move again, I will throw you out. Do you believe it?"
The voice was ruthless and without any warmth, but Shen Jia Nian miraculously calmed down.
Because this sound had nothing to do with the obscene laughter of the demon in her memory.
The restless air fell into silence again. At this time, the door was opened from the outside. Before Zhou Rongzhen entered, she was stunned by the scene in front of her and could hardly stop her steps.
The husband spread his legs and straddled both sides of the injured girl's body with an absolutely overwhelming momentum. He grabbed her two thin white wrists with one hand, and his face was close to hers, with the tips of their noses almost touching.
The difference in size between the two was like a majestic lion knocking down a kitten.
Zhou Rongzhen was neither advancing nor retreating, so she had no choice but to hesitate and break the silence: "First, sir..."
Fu Jichen woke up from a dream, the gloom on his face receded like a tide, he loosened his grip on the person beneath him, turned over and got out of bed, straightened his loosened nightgown, turned his back to the door and said, "Please come over, Xiao Jingshan." trip."
"Why."
Zhou Rongzhen withdrew her gaze and left in a hurry.
Fortunately, she came up every hour to take a look, thinking that if anything happened to the girl, she would be able to find out in time.
Xiao Jingshan got up from the bed and came to the third floor sleepily. At the entrance of the spiral staircase, Fu Jichen held a newly lit cigarette between his fingers, with a manic frown on his eyebrows.
His fair face had a suspicious red color, as if he had been beaten.
Xiao Jingshan secretly denied, who dares to hit Fu Jichen?
"Go and check, he seems to have a fever." Fu Jichen saw him coming up, his expression didn't ease much, and he raised his finger to the room on the left.
Xiao Jingshan lost his sleep and took a professional attitude to diagnose and treat patients.
Fu Jichen finished smoking a cigarette and then came in. Xiao Jingshan held up the thermometer and showed it to him: "The fever is over thirty-nine degrees. My brain is burned and I need an infusion, but I didn't bring anything."
Fu Jichen frowned, no wonder he couldn't wake him up.
Seeing his expression change, Xiao Jingshan immediately said: "I'll call my assistant to come over soon."
Fu Jichen hummed lightly.
Xiao Jingshan: "You haven't slept yet and have been guarding me until now?"
Fu Jichen looked at him without saying a word, his eyes seemed to say that he was talking nonsense.
Xiao Jingshan frowned in frustration. The owner of this house was taciturn and the servants were silent. He still hadn't figured out the identity of the person on the bed.
*
The rain outside the window continued, and the patter of banana leaves never stopped, occasionally mixed with a few muffled thunders from the distant sky.
Xiao Jingshan's assistant stepped into Rose Manor forty minutes later. There was a layer of rain falling on his shoulders. He had no time to wipe it off, so he handed him a large silver-white medical box first.
Fu Jichen didn't go to rest. In order to drive away the sleepiness, he smoked a few cigarettes and leaned on the sofa to watch Xiao Jingshan inject acupuncture into the unconscious person on the bed.
The sharp needle picked up a piece of skin and pricked it several times. It hurt just to look at it.
"Do you know how to do it?" Fu Jichen frowned into the word "Chuan".
Xiao Jingshan’s frown was deeper than his.
Fu Jichen stood up, holding on to the armrest of the sofa, and came to the bedside to see that he had inserted another needle. Several needle holes were left on the thin skin, which was tinged with bruises and seemed to have some rashes.
Before he could get angry, Xiao Jingshan said: "I'm doing a skin test on her. It's really rare. She is allergic to penicillin, azithromycin, and cephalosporins, so she can only take levoxon."
Fu Jichen, a layman, didn't understand. He only heard the person on the bed groaning softly because of the pain. Looking up, her bloodless lips were pressed tightly, her fingers unconsciously grasping the sheets under her body, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
For a moment, Fu Jichen was not sure whether she was in pain or whether she was dreaming of something sad.
After Xiao Jingshan finished the needle, he put on medical tape to fix the needle. He breathed a little sigh of relief. When he turned his head, he saw Fu Jichen holding the girl's non-needle hand and freeing the wrinkled sheets from her palm.
Shen Jia Nian felt a touch of warmth in his sleep. He tightened his grip greedily, loosened his pursed lips, and murmured: "Mom..."
"Ahem." Xiao Jingshan cleared his throat, "I have to take two bottles in total. I'm going to take a nap for a while, and someone will call me when I need to change the dressing."
Not expecting Fu Jichen to respond, he left the room after speaking.
Fu Jichen looked down at the hand holding him. The slender fingers were slightly bulging due to exertion, and the interlaced cyan blood vessels on the back of the hand were clearly visible.
His eyes fell on her face, and the tears seemed to be broken, and they kept falling, soaking the pillow towel.
Fu Jichen didn't know where he had the patience to wipe her tears away.
*
Shen Jia Nian slept deeply for a whole day and night. During this period, he woke up for a while. Zhou Rongzhen helped him up and fed him some ginseng soup to supplement his nutrition, and then fell asleep again.
It wasn't until the third day that I regained a few percent of my physical strength and was able to get out of bed on my own.
She was wearing a large men's shirt, made of soft flannel and not harsh on the skin as pajamas. She slowly moved to the bathroom door, and Zhou Rongzhen happened to come in with food. Seeing this situation, she hurriedly said: "You are not feeling well yet, I will help you."
Zhou Rongzhen placed the tray in her hand on the cupboard at the entrance, and quickly stepped forward to hold her arm: "Slow down, you are covered with injuries, but you must not bump into them."
Shen Jianian remembered this woman's voice. When she was so weak that she couldn't open her eyes, she was the one who fed him soup, wiped the sticky sweat from her body, and helped her to the bathroom to use the toilet. She was always gentle and patient.
"Thank you." Shen Jianian didn't speak for a long time, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished on sandpaper.
Zhou Rongzhen smiled: "I don't dare to take credit. It was my husband who asked me to take care of you. If you want to thank me, just thank him."
Shen Jianian was unfamiliar with the "sir" in her mouth. In her chaotic memory, the last scene was her escaping from Qin Zhongtian's house, curling up and hiding in the green belt, waiting for someone to pass by and rescue her.
The rain kept pouring down on her body, and the long wait almost extinguished her hopes.
When she was desperate, she waited.
The man stepped into the rain holding a black umbrella. The night was too dark and she couldn't see the man's face clearly. She only knew that he was her only chance. If she couldn't seize it, she would fall into the endless abyss.
So, she used all her strength to hold on to the piece of suit trousers and asked him for help.
Shen Jia Nian looked around. Every scene and thing was so strange that it made people feel insecure. But everything in front of her proved that her bet was right and she was rescued.
Zhou Rongzhen helped her lie on the bed, returned to the door, and picked up the tray from the cupboard: "Eat something, and then take the medicine later. The cold will be cured soon."
Shen Jia Nian pinched her collar absentmindedly. She was not wearing any underwear...
"Xiaoqin and I changed the clothes for you." Zhou Rongzhen guessed what she was thinking and took the initiative to answer her questions, "You can't wear the original skirt you were wearing anymore. After asking the teacher for permission, I took one of his shirt."
Shen Jia Nian pursed her lips slightly and shook her head to show that she didn't care.
After leaving the hell gate, these are not worth mentioning.
After slowly finishing a bowl of white porridge and eating a few bites of side dishes, Shen Jia Nian felt better. When he was wiping his mouth with paper, the door was pushed open and a person walked in. The tall shadow in his peripheral vision looked familiar.
