One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

Han Yu returned to his room and changed his clothes before walking to Zhuang Chuchu's room.

Zhuang Chuchu was a little embarrassed when he saw Han Yu, but Han Yu looked indifferent.

"Chuchu, don't stand for too long, this is not conducive to the recovery of the sprain."

Han Yu supported Zhuang Chuchu.

"I'm fine now, you see I can walk by myself."

The moment Zhuang Chuchu touched Han Yu, it was like being electrocuted, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Han Yu forcefully supported Zhuang Chuchu and sighed.

"Chuchu, if you continue walking around like this, you will definitely sprain your foot again."

"No... ah."

Zhuang Chuchu cried out in pain as soon as she took two steps.

Han Yu quickly picked up Zhuang Chuchu and put him on the bed, squatting down to check the injury.

"How about it, does Chuchu still hurt like this?"

Seeing Han Yu's nervous look, Zhuang Chuchu felt like a child who made mistakes.

"sorry."

"Fool, why are you apologizing?"

Han Yu realized that his nervousness had a bad influence on Zhuang Chuchu, so he immediately adjusted his state and looked at her dotingly.

Zhuang Chuchu smiled, but said nothing.

Han Yu continued to massage Zhuang Chuchu.

"what."

Suddenly Zhuang Chuchu called out.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

As soon as Han Yu heard Zhuang Chuchu's cry, his heart ached.

Zhuang Chuchu smiled embarrassedly and said, "No, I seem to have forgotten something, but I can't remember it again."

Seeing Zhuang Chuchu like this, Han Yu felt very cute, and smiled unconsciously.

"Chuchu, have you changed your medicine?"

"What medicine?" Zhuang Chuchu looked at Han Yu curiously, not knowing what he was talking about.

Han Yu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't told Zhuang Chuchu to change the medicine.

When the doctor left, he just gave the medicine to himself, but he forgot when he saw Zhuang Chuchu's tired look.

"Wait a moment."

Han Yu stood up and walked towards the outer room.

A minute later, Han Yu came back with an extra plaster in his hand.

"Is this the medicine you were talking about?"

Zhuang Chuchu asked about a very strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, feeling a little sick.

Han Yu nodded, seeing Zhuang Chuchu's expression, he explained: "Although the medicine smells a little bit stronger, the effect is still good. Didn't you just walk away by yourself?"

"Is this the medicine I posted?"

Zhuang Chuchu couldn't believe it, the medicine on her feet was obviously tasteless.

"Of course, the medicine on your feet has been absorbed, so you can't smell it."

Zhuang Chuchu understood Han Yu's explanation, no wonder he dreamed that he was taking a medicinal bath just now.

Han Yu put Zhuang Chuchu's foot on his lap, ready to change her dressing.

Zhuang Chuchu immediately withdrew her foot and said to Han Yu, "I can do it myself."

But because the legs were pulled too hard, the wound hurt.

"Sigh~"

Han Yu gently put Zhuang Chuchu's feet on his lap, took off the old plaster, and put on a new plaster.

During this process, Han Yu's hands were light and soft, for fear of hurting Zhuang Chuchu.

Zhuang Chuchu watched Han Yu change her medicine, feeling very embarrassed.

"Thank you." Zhuang Chuchu was also very grateful to Han Yu for doing so much for herself.

"You're welcome, as a gentleman, how can you let a lady change her own dressing!"

Zhuang Chuchu couldn't help laughing when she heard Han Yu's words.

"You said I was a lady, haha."

This was the first time Zhuang Chuchu was called a lady, and she was very happy.

Seeing that Zhuang Chuchu finally had a smile on his face, Han Yu felt relieved.