Madam leg hurts please hug

The footsteps slowly moved away until they could no longer be heard. The person on the bed moved their eyelashes and opened their eyes.

His long and narrow eyes drooped slightly, then he glanced at Dr. Zhang standing beside the hospital bed, and said slowly, "Thank you, Dr. Zhang."

Doctor Zhang looked at Gong Yumo, and sighed slightly, "Mr. Mo, this is what Mr. Pi told me, and I should do it. But your wife is very smart, you can hide it from her once but not the second time, and Teacher Pi should have told you about your illness, not just a fever, but also other symptoms, your wife will know about it sooner or later."

After finishing speaking, there was a long silence, and there was no sound in the ward.

Gong Yumo stared at the white ceiling with his eyes open, and did not speak for a long time.

Doctor Zhang adjusted the drip bottle for him, touched his forehead, and said, "The symptoms are getting more and more obvious, your body will get worse and worse, and your legs will gradually lose the strength to stand up. President Mo, I will truthfully tell my teacher about your situation today, and you can no longer hold on, you must cooperate with treatment and rest, I believe that with the teacher's medical skills, there is a way to give you the best treatment."

"Doctor Zhang, I know what to do." Gong Yumo lowered his eyes and said softly, "For her, I will spare my life."

When An Xiaoyue walked into the ward with a bowl of porridge and a bag of fruit, Gong Yumo had already woken up.

As soon as An Xiaoyue entered the door, she saw him standing in front of the window facing out, with his hands in his pockets standing upright.The black jacket and black trousers always look ridiculous on him, as if black is a color specially prepared for him by the heavens.

He just stood there quietly, like a painting.

Hearing the sound, Gong Yumo turned his head, and immediately smiled on his indifferent face, his eyes were gentle, "You're back?"

"Why are you up?" An Xiaoyue walked over in two or three steps, put all the things in her hands on the table, then walked up to Gong Yumo and stretched out her hands to reach his forehead, "Has the fever subsided?"

Gong Yumo nodded gently, "The fever has subsided, and I'm fine."

An Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief when her fever subsided. Looking at Gong Yumo's pale face, she hurriedly dragged him to the hospital bed, and then pushed him to sit beside the bed.

"You should lie on the bed and sleep well even if your fever subsides. Why get up and jump around?" An Xiaoyue opened the porridge she bought while muttering, "Are you hungry? Doctor Zhang said you can't eat too greasy food, I just bought you white porridge, although it's not tasty, you still have to eat some."

The white porridge exuded steaming white air, Gong Yumo looked at An Xiaoyue's broken thoughts, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

An Xiaoyue took a chair and put it beside the bed, sat on the chair and fed him the porridge one bite at a time.

Gong Yumo took two sips along her hand, and on the third sip, he held An Xiaoyue's hand that was about to be handed to his mouth, frowned and shook his head, "I can't take it anymore."

"No, you only ate two bites, eat a few more." An Xiaoyue said and fed him a large spoonful of porridge.

Gong Yumo just sipped it lightly, then shrank his head slightly, "It's not delicious, I can't eat it anymore."

"Is it that unpalatable?" An Xiaoyue dubiously handed Gong Yumo's half-eaten porridge to her mouth, tasted it and found that it tasted like ordinary white porridge.

Although it has no taste, it is not hard to eat.

"I want to eat the porridge you cooked. Let's go back, shall we? You cook the porridge for me." Gong Yumo pursed his thin lips lightly, looking at An Xiaoyue with tender eyes that overflowed with water.

In An Xiaoyue's view, this was Gong Yumo's acting like a baby.

I didn't think this porridge was bad at first, but after hearing what Gong Yumo said, even An Xiaoyue would have the illusion that "the porridge I cook is ten times better than this porridge".

"Okay." An Xiaoyue put the porridge in her hand on the table beside her, raised her hand to touch Gong Yumo's cheek, and said, "But I have to go to Doctor Zhang first, and wait for him to confirm that you are all right." Only then can we go back.”

"Okay." Gong Yumo nodded in response to her.

As soon as An Xiaoyue came out of the ward, Gong Yumo frowned slightly, stood up from the bed immediately, and rushed to the bathroom in the ward.

Then there was a burst of violent vomiting, as if to spit out all the internal organs, and spit out the two mouthfuls of porridge he just ate.

After pressing the flush button, he calmed down, then stood up, rinsed his mouth and adjusted his clothes.

In the end, he walked out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened, and sat beside the bed quietly waiting for An Xiaoyue.

Doctor Zhang had already put the medicine that Gong Yumo needed in the bottle of cold medicine in advance, and when An Xiaoyue came over, he gave the medicine to her, and gave some other instructions along the way.

After confirming from Dr. Zhang that Gong Yumo was fine, An Xiaoyue felt relieved, and then went home with Gong Yumo.

At dinner time, An Xiaoyue specially asked Sister Zhang to learn a nutritious soup, which she said could nourish her body.

An Xiaoyue thought that she would cook more nutritious soup for Gong Yumo recently, and her body should recover faster.

While eating, An Xiaoyue put a few chopsticks of vegetables into Gong Yu's ink bowl.Gong Yumo looked at the bowl full of green, frowned and pouted, "Can't you eat a little meat?"

An Xiaoyue shook her head firmly, "No."

Seeing Gong Yumo's reluctance, An Xiaoyue served him another bowl of soup, "You can have some of this soup."

Gong Yumo frowned and smiled.

In the past few years, I actually forgot to enjoy every minute and every second with her, only to realize that I was so happy when I was under her control.

An Xiaoyue knocked on the side of Gong Yumo's bowl with chopsticks, "Eat up this bowl of rice and vegetables, and drink up the soup too. I'll let you go today."

"Okay." Gong Yumo smiled lightly, picked up the bowl and began to pick rice into his mouth.

Sister Zhang, who was cleaning outside, couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

I have never seen the young master listen to his wife so much, and the way the two get along so sweetly is really seductive.

After dinner, Gong Yumo couldn't help but go back to the study and start working.

An Xiaoyue poured him a glass of water, and poured some medicines for him.

Putting the water glass and the pills on his desk, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said, "You can take this medicine in 10 minutes."

"Okay." Gong Yumo raised his head and looked at her with a smile, "I see."

Zhu Yueyun, who hadn't contacted An Xiaoyue for a few days, called An Xiaoyue to chat while she was not busy, and when she learned that she was taking care of Gong Yumo at home, she hung up the phone after a brief chat .

"The young master of the Gong family is a little weak." Zhu Yueyun muttered while flipping through the printed milk tea orders, "Why do I keep seeing him with a cold and a fever recently?"