Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

They are standing in the corridor of the hospital.

Song Qingzhu asked anxiously: "How is he?"

Jiang Jingzhi sighed, and told her the result of the doctor's diagnosis.

"The doctor said that he has a stomach problem, and now he has a cold due to the rain. If it is later, it may be hopeless."

Song Qingzhu's expression was startled, her brows frowned slightly, her lips trembled slightly, she looked at Jiang Jingzhi, thinking in her heart, how could Master Jiu have a stomach problem?She used to tell him to eat.

Jiang Jingzhi patted her arm to let her relax.

"It's okay, I'll watch here, you go back and rest first."

"No, I want to stay here."

Song Qingzhu insisted on guarding Rong Junchu, no matter how Jiang Jingzhi tried to persuade him, it was useless.

Jiang Jingzhi thought for a while, and he said to her: "Well, you keep watch overnight, and I will change shifts at five o'clock in the morning."

Song Qingzhu's expression was in a daze. She turned her head and looked at Rong Junchu on the half-open hospital bed. Even from such a distance, she could see his pale face clearly, and her heart began to throb with pain.

After one of Jiang Jing left, Song Qingzhu came to his ward, took his temperature several times during the night, and changed his towel halfway through to cool down.

Finally, at one or two o'clock in the morning, his fever subsided.

Song Qingzhu sat in front of his bed, touched his forehead with one hand, felt that the temperature was no longer so scorching, pulled out the thermometer clipped under his armpit, and when she saw 36°5 on it, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qingzhu lay prone in front of him, with his hands resting on his face.

Mouth sobbing and saying something.

Rong Junchu only felt that he had been tossing back and forth from cold to hot for a long time, as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​fire and then climbed into an iceberg. He was cold and hot for a while, making his brain cloudy and uncomfortable.

The recurring images in the dream also made him uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.

I don't know how long it took before he felt a little better. At this time, his head was still a little clear, but he couldn't open his eyes. Someone was talking softly next to his ear, in a daze, with a vague voice. Let him listen to it. Not very real.

He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't.

He could only hold his breath and listen carefully to the words in his ear.

Soon, he fell asleep.

He was woken up by the sound of window slapping. He slowly opened his eyes. He entered a ward that smelled of disinfectant. It was white in all directions. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, covered with thick quilt.

There was cold hot water on the table, and a slightly dry towel was still covering the basin.

He froze for a moment, and sat up from the bed excitedly, but he was so excited that he suddenly started coughing.

Is it Qingzhu?Was it Qing Zhu who took care of him all night?

Although this is his delusion, he really wants this delusion to come true.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Rong Junchu looked over expectantly, but when he saw the person coming, the light in his eyes went out instantly.

Seeing that Rong Junchu had woken up, Jiang Jingzhi hurried over in surprise, put the breakfast in his hand on the table, and sat on the chair next to him.

"You boy, finally woke up!"

"Did I sleep for a long time?" Rong Junchu looked down at the breakfast in his hand, then raised his eyes to look at him.

"I've been sleeping since yesterday." Jiang Jingzhi looked at him sadly. Seeing his thin cheeks and dejected expression, he said worriedly: "Do you know that you have a stomach problem? You still have a fever and are drenched in the rain. Do you really think you have an iron body?"

The more Jiang Jingzhi talked, the more angry he was, he opened the breakfast bag next to him and handed it over.

Rong Junchu took the breakfast, smelled it, but had no appetite at all.

His eyes fell on the towel next to him, wanting to ask who was taking care of him yesterday.

He vaguely remembered someone talking in his ear, but he couldn't remember how.

But he was afraid that the answer he got would not meet his expectations, so he stared at the breakfast with a blank expression, half-closed his eyes, and didn't eat it.

"You can get full just by looking at it?" Jiang Jingzhi laughed angrily, seeing his appearance, "You, also look at it, don't ruin your body like this."

"Ah."

Rong Junchu replied coldly.

He quickly returned to his former indifference, and he was like a noble prince, his every move was elegant.

Jiang Jingzhi knew that he had given up, and mourned silently for his sister in his heart. Thinking of Qingzhu telling him not to tell him that she took care of him last night, he felt very sorry for her. He was so entangled and wanted to tell him, But can't tell.

This ambivalence is really confusing.

Rong Jun didn't want to eat after taking two bites at the beginning, he put down his food, glanced at him, and found the expression on his face, he couldn't help asking: "Do you have something to say?"

Jiang Jingzhi, who was caught by the cue, was so frightened that he immediately denied it.

"how is this possible?!"

Jiang Jingzhi glanced at the rest of the breakfast, "Eat more."

"Not too hungry." Rong Junchu said lightly, and then he glanced at the back of his hand, where he was still getting needles, and there were already several pinholes on the back of his hand, he asked, "I'm going back to work in the company, what do you give me?" I'll go through the discharge procedures."

"So fast? No more waiting?"

"Need not."

Rong Junchu replied lightly.

Jiang Jingzhi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally swallowed it.

He went out, and when he reached the corner, Song Qingzhu hurriedly pulled him over, and asked eagerly with concern: "How is it? Has his fever subsided?"

"Ah."

"That's good." Song Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and she said, "I'll ask the other nurses to give him another glucose."

"No need. Junchu is going to be discharged from the hospital."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Song Qingzhu was stunned and asked subconsciously.

Jiang Jingzhi pursed his lips slightly, shook his head silently, and shrugged to show that he didn't know either.

Song Qingzhu tightly held the medical record book, frowned slightly, and whispered: "I see, you remember to take good care of him."

"You too, be careful alone."

Jiang Jingzhi hesitated for a moment, and said to her: "If you can't hold on anymore, just give up, Rong Junrui is more dangerous than you think."

Song Qingzhu lowered her eyelids, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly. She paused, as if deliberating for a long time, and said, "I must help Master Jiu, because I don't want him to live in the past."

Song Qingzhu knew that Master Jiu had never forgotten the car accident five years ago, which changed many things.Brother Rong's departure and his disability caused him to experience a lot of inhuman gossip. He was once depressed, but now he has finally improved. She can't let him be depressed again because of this incident.

Only by helping him find that Rong Junrui was the culprit of the car accident can his wish be fulfilled.

Jiang Jingzhi wanted to persuade her to give up, because it was almost impossible, and maybe she would be in danger because of it.

But he didn't know how to persuade him, because there was no one more suitable for this matter except Qingzhu.