Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

Qin Shu had a terrible long dream.

She dreamed that Chu Linchen sent someone to send their mother and son to the outskirts of the city, and then everyone in the car disappeared, replaced by a group of professional killers.

They took guns and wanted her and Weiwei's life.

Later, she and Weiwei were pushed off the cliff, and the person who pushed her was Chu Linchen...

Fortunately, she caught a vine.

But the vines couldn't bear the weight of the two of them, so she could only wrap the vines around her tall waist, leaving him the chance of survival.

She thought she would die, but luckily——she fell on a big tree halfway, and a big cut was made on her shoulder, and then fell into the deep pool.

Relying on her survival instinct, she swam and swam, and finally landed on the shore.

Later, she climbed up the cliff in the rainstorm, only to find that the vine protecting Weiwei had been broken.

"Do not--"

She screamed and sat up abruptly, her wide-open eyes flashed wildly, full of horror.

Just at this moment, a loud cock crowed from outside.

Crowing?

Qin Shu looked out the window in a daze.

Through the carved wooden windows, the golden sunlight shines into the house, and you can vaguely see the flowers blooming outside, and the eaves and beams of brick walls and earth tiles.

A wisp of green smoke curled up and floated into the room, bringing a familiar... smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

She smelled the ingredients in the herb, which is a prescription for anti-inflammatory and analgesic.

At this time, she felt the severe pain coming from her body, and her limbs were all skeletal, as if they had been disassembled and reassembled.

He looked down at the large and small wounds bandaged all over his body.

Qin Shu's pupils shrank, thinking of something.

It turned out that it was not a dream.

It turns out that she is not dead yet...

She suddenly fell back on the bed, with a pair of empty pupils, looking at the warm yellow hanging ceiling full of residential characteristics above.

Outside, the person who heard the movement ran in quickly.

Glancing at Qin Shu on the bed, she exclaimed in surprise, "Are you awake?"

Then he found that Qin Shu's left shoulder was bleeding profusely, so he quickly exclaimed and ran out, "Miss Si, it's not good, her shoulder is bleeding again—"

After a while, another figure came in.

"What's going on, hasn't it already begun to heal?" the man said to himself.

Walking in a hurry, he walked to the bed, didn't bother to sit down first, so he caught Qin Shu's pulse, and while he was diagnosing her, he checked the wound she had bandaged.

Qin Shu rolled his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

Seeing this, I was a little stunned.

This is a woman about her age, with picturesque eyebrows, delicate and exquisite.

The most important thing is that the other party has an indifferent and pure temperament.

Suddenly, Qin Shu seemed to see another self.

However, if you look closely, you can see that there are obvious differences between the two.

This girl has a little cinnabar mole on the center of her eyebrows, which is absolutely stunning.Although wearing a plain and simple long skirt, there is a kind of luxurious air, which exudes naturally.

He was completely different from himself who was in a state of embarrassment and with incomplete limbs at this time.

"The wound is open." The woman's voice sounded helpless.

Qin Shu came back to his senses, and wanted to say that he wanted to die now, so he should not waste his efforts to save him.

But seeing that the woman had begun to concentrate on treating her wound again, she couldn't help swallowing her words again.

As a doctor as well, she really understands how hard it would be for the doctor if the patient she worked so hard to save only wanted to die.

Qin Shu's throat was astringent, and she was still a little bit bitter. She spoke with difficulty, her voice hoarse, "Thank you, save me..."

"You're welcome. You must lie down and don't move around these days. If the wound opens again, it will affect the healing and leave a big scar."

The woman exhorted, her voice soft and melodious, like a spring breeze.

Qin Shu pursed her lips, she didn't even care about her life now, so how could she care about leaving scars.