Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Liang woke up in the darkness, and the first thing he smelled was the smell of disinfectant.

Wen Liang opened his eyes and looked around, realizing that he was in the hospital ward.

"Wen Liang, are you awake? How do you feel?"

When Wen Liang opened his eyes, he saw Fu Zheng's handsome face.

The warm hand unconsciously placed on his abdomen.

"It's okay." She glanced out the window and saw that it was already dark.

Just then, her stomach rumbled twice.

"Are you hungry? Can I ask someone to bring you some food?"

"I'm afraid it's too slow. I'm very hungry now. Can you go down and buy it for me?" Wen Liang looked up at him.

It was the first time that Fu Zheng saw Wen Liang with such an obedient and soft expression. He nodded subconsciously, "Okay, I'll buy it for you. You should be careful in the ward. If you need anything, call the nurse. Don't get out of bed at will."

Wen Liang nodded.

After Fu Zheng left, Wen Liang rang the bell, and a nurse came soon, "Does the patient need anything? Or does he feel uncomfortable in any way?"

"Nurse, I want to know about my baby..."

"Don't worry, patient, your baby is fine, but the fetal image is currently unstable, and your ankle is sprained. It is recommended that you do not get out of bed and move around in the past few days."

After hearing the answer she wanted, Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, thank you nurse."

"You're welcome. Because of the fetus in your belly, we didn't prescribe you oral medication. We only gave you topical medication. Apply it to the sprained ankle and change it on time. You can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you."

Soon, Fu Zheng came back from shopping.

He bought the food in the hospital cafeteria, one meat, one vegetarian, one soup, one rice, plus a pear and a bottle of milk.

Wen Liang opened the lunch box and ate, "How about you go back first? There is a nurse here. Just come and pick me up from the hospital tomorrow. If you have anything to do tomorrow, just ask the driver."

"I'll stay here with you. Your leg is injured and it's not convenient to stay here alone. I've asked the driver to bring a change of clothes."

Wen Liang felt warm in her heart, "Okay."

Suddenly, Fu Zheng's cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen, connected it, and walked out, "Hello, Siyi?"

Hearing those two words, Wen Liang's drooping eyes moved, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

But he walked away and she didn't hear anything.

After a while, Fu Zheng came back and said apologetically, "Wen Liang, I'm sorry, Siyi's condition is not very good. I have to go now. I have called the driver to send Auntie here, and I will pick you up tomorrow."

Without waiting for Wen Liang's answer, Fu Zheng walked out of the ward quickly.

Looking at his anxious back, Wen Liang smiled bitterly.

In the end, the driver sent the servant over and spent the night in the hospital with Wen Liang.

Early the next morning, after Wenliang changed her medicine, the driver came to take Wenliang home.

With the help of her aunt, Wen Liang walked to the car on crutches.

There was only one driver in the car.

Fu Zheng didn't come.

Wen Liang lowered his head and pursed his lips.

She sat in the car, watching the scenery passing by quickly outside the car window, thinking secretly in her heart that she was still looking forward to Fu Zheng coming.

She's really easy to coax.

It's just that Fu Zheng doesn't even want to spend this little thought on her.

Wen Liang's leg was injured, so naturally he couldn't go to the company, so he asked his assistant to bring his notebook to work at home and simply handle some daily tasks.

In order to avoid the trouble of going up and downstairs, she stayed in the bedroom on the second floor and never went out.

The aunt also brought her meals.

At this time, Wen Liang was busy with work. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he thought it was auntie coming to deliver food, and casually said: "Put it on the table, I will eat it soon."

"It's better to have a meal first and then work. It won't take a while." Fu Zheng's voice came.

Wen Liang looked up and saw that it was Fu Zheng who had come to deliver food to her, "You're off work."

"Ah."

Wen Liang closed the computer, and Fu Zheng put the food on the bedside table in front of Wen Liang, and then went down to eat.

After she finished eating, he came up to collect the dishes for Wen Liang.

When he came up again, Fu Zheng had a convenience bag in his hand, which contained some warm and cool medicine.

These include not only the medicines just prescribed by the hospital, but also the medicines for "gastrointestinal discomfort" that were taken warm and cool before.

Watching Fu Zheng take out the medicines one by one, Wen Liang's heart skipped a beat and her fingers tightly grasped the corners of her clothes.

Fu Zheng held two unmarked white bottles and shook them, "This is the gastrointestinal medicine you prescribed in the hospital. Why is it packaged like this?"

Wen Liang explained nervously: "I changed it myself. It's inconvenient to buy boxes one by one. I may have to go on a business trip next week, so I changed it to bottles."

This reason was quite reasonable. Fu Zheng did not ask further questions and just said, "Your feet may not be healed next week. If it is not necessary, let others do it."

Wen Liang responded and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the other medicines in the bag, took out the medicine for external application, and asked, "Yesterday, the hospital only prescribed medicine for external application. There were no anti-inflammatory drugs or medicines for internal use such as blood circulation and blood circulation?"

Wen Liang shook his head and said, "It's not that I have a bad gastrointestinal condition recently. The doctor said those medicines might irritate the stomach, so he didn't prescribe them."

It's also because of a bad stomach.

Fu Zheng frowned slightly, feeling that something was strange, but he couldn't put it clearly.

"Let me help you change the dressing." Fu Zheng came over with a roll of gauze and topical medicine, sat down by the bed, and lifted the warm quilt.

"Why don't you ask Auntie to change it for me?"

"Then I ask her to come up?"

Wen Liang pursed her lips and said nothing.

Fu Zheng knew that at this time, Wen Liang was always telling the truth.

He held the sole of her injured foot with his big hand. His hand was so hot that he wanted to pull it back.

He first carefully removed the gauze, revealing the swollen ankle joint and the unabsorbed ointment on it.

Fu Zheng first wiped off the excess ointment with an alcohol wipe. The swollen joints revealed their original appearance, white, bulging, and high, like a bulging loaf of bread.

Fu Zheng took another cotton swab, applied a new layer of ointment on his ankle, wrapped it with gauze and finally tied a knot.

"All right."

Fu Zheng pulled the quilt back on Wen Liang.

"Thank you."

Fu Zheng put all the medicines back, "You're welcome, why are you being polite to me?"

At this time, Fu Zheng's cell phone rang. He took it out, looked at the screen, frowned slightly, and answered the call: "Hello, Siyi..."

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone. Fu Zheng's expression gradually became serious, "Okay, I understand, I'll be here right away."

Fu Zheng hung up the phone and strode out.

Wen Liang stopped him and looked at him, "Are you coming back tonight?"