"I asked him to go back first." Shiyang replied hesitantly.
Fu Jingchuan frowned even more tightly: "You asked him to go back, and he left you like this?"
Shiyang knew that he had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "No, it has nothing to do with him. He left only after I told him that my family was here to take care of me."
Fu Jingchuan: "Then has he seen your family?"
Shiyang: "..."
Fu Jingchuan: "If I leave you alone without seeing anyone, isn't that still his problem?"
"I don't have the obligation to stay and take care of me..." Shiyang couldn't help but say something for Yan Yao, and her argumentative voice weakened again under Fu Jingchuan's cool eyes.
"Anyway, no matter what he does, it's always right, right?" Fu Jingchuan said.
Shiyang: "..."
Fu Jingchuan looked at the mess on the ground, and then at her still slightly pale face. He didn't forget the painful look on her face when she was squatting on the ground when he opened the door and came in. He had already sat down in front of the hospital bed, and the back of his hand was pressed against her forehead. : "Why are you in such a mess?"
There was still a slight coolness in the air on his palms.
The skin was in contact with each other, but Shi Shiyang didn't dare to move, and just whispered back to him: "I was just a little dizzy, and I couldn't hold the hot water bottle steady, so I dropped it."
Fu Jingchuan looked at her: "Are you still dizzy now?"
Shiyang nodded hesitantly: "It's better to lie down now."
Fu Jingchuan: "Besides dizziness, are there any other discomforts?"
Shiyang: "I feel a little nauseous."
"But it's much more comfortable to lie down now."
Shiyang said as she unconsciously pressed her hands to her chest, hooking her elbows on the pillow to move over and hug her.
When Fu Jingchuan saw it, he took the pillow over for her, placed her head and neck on one end of the pillow, and freed up the other end to hug her.
"Has the doctor come to see you?" Fu Jingchuan asked while helping her adjust the pillow.
"Yeah, I've seen it." Shiyang hugged the pillow tighter, "He said it was just brain cell damage caused by a slight concussion, temporary insufficient blood supply and oxygen supply, it's not a big problem, just take a rest."
Fu Jingchuan still frowned. Seeing that she still didn't feel well, he pressed his palm on the call bell on the wall and said to her, "Close your eyes and rest for a while. Don't move around."
Shiyang said softly, "Yeah", and lay on his side with his eyes on his side. He held the pillow with his left arm and buried his sword face on the pillow. He closed his eyes and felt much more comfortable.
Fu Jingchuan pulled the quilt over her and turned to clean up the mess on the ground.
The doctor came over just after cleaning up.
Fu Jingchuan stepped forward: "Doctor, please check her again, she is still not feeling well."
The doctor was frightened by the solemn look on Fu Jingchuan's face. He stepped forward and examined Shiyang carefully. After analyzing the CT and MRI reports and blood test results in the afternoon, he determined that it was still the original problem and gave him an intravenous drip.
Shiyang drifted off to sleep while on an intravenous drip, but he didn't sleep deeply. He woke up halfway through his sleep and wanted to go to the toilet.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Fu Jingchuan sitting in front of the bed.
There was only a wooden chair in the room, so he pulled the wooden chair close to the table in front of the bed. He sat in front of the hospital bed, resting his forehead on one hand and closing his eyes. He didn't know whether he had fallen asleep or was still there. bunk.
The lights in the ward were turned off, but the corridor lights were still on.
The light came in and fell on his deep and beautiful profile, softening the sharpness on his face.
But his face is still calm, cold and distant.
Although they had been a couple for two years, Shiyang rarely saw Fu Jingchuan sleeping soundly.
Most of the time, she falls asleep first, and Fu Jingchuan is the last one to sleep, but he is also the first one to get up, so such scenes are rare.
Occasionally she wakes up at night, but because he falls asleep with Fu Jingchuan in his arms, and she sleeps with her back against him, the slightest movement will wake Fu Jingchuan up. At that time, Fu Jingchuan is usually still half asleep, and he makes a hoarse sound. After "waking up", before she turned around, he released the hand around her waist and turned on the night light.
So even when waking up at night, Shiyang rarely saw Fu Jingchuan like this without any defense.
This kind of Fu Jingchuan is good-looking and makes people feel safe.
Although he has a cold temperament and is not close to others, he is always considerate and calm in dealing with others.
No matter at any time, even now after the divorce, Shiyang had to admit that when Fu Jingchuan was around, she would indeed feel at ease and at ease for no reason.
Like now.
Shiyang didn't make a sound to disturb Fu Jingchuan. He carefully supported the bed board with his left hand and sat up. He didn't make a sound, but he still alerted Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan opened his eyes, turned to look at her, and then looked up at the potion still hanging, with half a bottle left.
"I'm going to the toilet..."
Shiyang said awkwardly, reaching out to push the shelf hanging the infusion bottle, but was stopped by Fu Jingchuan halfway.
"Let me do it."
Shiyang: "No, I can do it myself."
There is no way Fu Jingchuan can do this for him.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at her: "Why did you come by yourself?"
Shiyang also looked down subconsciously, and then remembered that the infusion needle was inserted into the back of his left hand, and his right hand was injured and could not move.
"..." Shiyang instantly realized that he would face something more embarrassing later, "Why don't I go now? It's not in a hurry..."
Fu Jingchuan glanced at the potions hanging on the shelf: "There are still two bottles of potions, can you bear it?"
"..."
Shiyang suddenly wanted to cry. Her bladder was so full that it was about to explode. She really couldn't bear it anymore, but now it was difficult for her to even do the simple act of taking off her pants.
