Space hoarding: Miracle doctor’s fat wife is not easy to mess with

Early the next morning, after the family had breakfast, she started preparing to treat Zhao Xiyan.

This time he didn't have a tachycardia, but Qi Yue still planned to take advantage of the opportunity to enter the space to do an electrocardiogram scan on him, so that if he had any hidden diseases, she could be prepared in advance.

This was the first time since her return that she had entered their old bedroom.

The room remained unchanged from the past.

The two quilts and two pillows were still placed as they were, as if she had never left.

She hesitated for a moment and then said to Zhao Xiyan, "Go back and put away the pillows and quilts inside. They will be looser when you sleep."

Zhao Xiyan sat quietly in the wheelchair and said "Okay" after a long time.

When the treatment began, she handed Zhao Xiyan a bowl of anesthetic.

He took the medicine without drinking it and looked up at her.

"Can I stay awake?"

Qi Yue shook her head.

"No."

He said nothing more, looked at her deeply, and drank the bowl of medicine with determination on his face.

Qi Yue thought that he was probably worried that she would do something while he was sleeping, so she took out the white rhino horn from her arms as if to prove it.

"Don't worry, the medicine for your leg is here. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

She saw his bewildering pupils shrink, but he quickly closed his eyes.

Her medicine always works quickly.

She smiled slightly, waved her hand and led him to the treatment room in the space.

Of course she chose the best treatment for Zhao Xiyan.

The best medicinal materials, the best environment.

She dressed neatly, walked to the operating table, accurately lifted the hem of his clothes, took off his pants, and soon found the tiny wound at the root of his thigh that prevented him from standing up.

When the CT scan was done, she knew that the wound was here.

Although invisible to the naked eye, it accurately pressed on the nerves in his lower body. Over the years, they were now invisible.

She skillfully performed a minimally invasive surgery, and the rhino horn had long been separated into a pile of dregs and a pool of gleaming gold liquid in the high-speed ion machine.

After just a few minutes, the gold liquid and the tiny wound disappeared together, returning to the appearance as if nothing had happened.

After putting on his pants and tidying up his clothes again, she realized that her heart was soaked from the front and back, and her heart was twitching up and down, as if she had a heart attack.

She covered her chest, which was almost skipping a beat, and calmed down quietly for a while, then pushed Zhao Xiyan to the cardiac ultrasound machine and checked his heart.

Since he was under anesthesia at the moment, he could only simply observe whether there was any problem with his heart.

At one glance, she was immediately relieved.

Perhaps because Zhao Xiyan always maintains reasonable exercise, his heart is extraordinarily strong.

For such a young and powerful person, it is inevitable that he will be overly excited and his heartbeat may be a little faster.

After the examination, she moved him out of the space again and placed him on the bed in the room.

When covering him with quilt, she couldn't help but bend down to look at him.

When she saw him clearly for the first time, he was sleeping like this.

A pair of long crow-blue eyelashes cover the lower eyelids, like two black fan flowers blooming among the broken jade in Qiongshan Mountain.

The tall, jade-like nose bridge, thin red lips, even the mandible and cheekbones were carefully carved by Tiandao Laoer, and they were arranged in an orderly manner, deliberately showing a cruel heartbeat. .

Qi Yue's heart beat wildly.

At this moment, she finally understood.

From the moment she saw this face clearly, she fell in love with him.

Although after that, every time she was nice to the Zhao family, she would always think of one or two reasons why she had to do so, but it could not hide the fact that she was a superficial love mind.

Now she realizes it.

All this time, everything she has done has been to pay for her love brain!

In an instant, all her uneasiness and unwillingness disappeared.

She sat quietly by the bed, waiting quietly for the person on the bed to wake up.

Maybe she should try to tell him what she was thinking. If the result was unsatisfactory, it would be natural for them not to see each other again in the future.

Just as she was thinking about this matter uneasily, Zhao Xiyan woke up.

"Yue'er?"

Qi Yue suddenly woke up. She quickly stood up and helped him pull away the quilt.

"You're awake, come down and try it out."

Uncharacteristically, she approached him enthusiastically, intending to help him up.

Just then, she saw a hairpin emerging from under his pillow.

The hairpin is made of white jade, and the head of the hairpin is a lifelike white peony flower.

Judging from the lubrication of the notch, he must have held it in his hand often and played with it.

In an instant, Qi Yue's hot heart suddenly became cold.

It turns out that this is why he doesn't like her.

That woman who looks like white peony root is the one in his heart, right?

That person should be in the capital, so is that why he holds this hairpin and misses her every day?

Although her heart was turned upside down, she still helped him up, but when she got closer to him, she deliberately kept the distance away from him.

Then, she saw Zhao Xiyan stuffing the hairpin under the pillow in a panic.

What should I do if I still need to use it? What can I say?

Everything is clear.

Qi Yue quietly stood further away, moved the wheelchair further away, and turned to smile at him.

"You try it, there should be no problem."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiyan stood up, looked at her steadily, took one step forward steadily, and another...

Seeing that he was almost walking in front of her, Qi Yue hurriedly opened the door and opened the door curtain.

"Walking around for a while, if you feel any discomfort, tell me in time."

Zhao Xiyan did not move forward. He stopped where he was and looked at her quietly.

"Everything is fine, Yue'er."

The two of them just looked at each other through the door, neither of them taking a step forward or taking a step back.

After a long time, he finally looked into her eyes and asked in a gentle voice that she had never heard before.

"Yue'er, it must be dangerous for you to find that medicine, right? Are there any injuries? In fact, it's good to have one leg to stand up. You don't have to work so hard."

"It's not dangerous. Don't you know what I'm capable of?" Qi Yue smiled at him, like a child who was ignorant of the world.

"Besides, I promised you a long time ago that I want you to stand up and restore your glory as the God of War. How can I keep my promise?"

"Of course I know, Yue'er, you are the best." He smiled.

Suddenly he paused and took another step forward, with a look of anticipation in his beautiful eyes.

"Yue'er, do you have someone you like?"

Qi Yue was startled by this sudden question.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded seriously.

"Well, there is one."

She saw his smile condense for a moment, but it quickly dispersed, like a fleeting desolation.

So she couldn't help but ask him too.

"You have it too, right? When I was in the capital, I knew there were many noble ladies giving you flowers."

This time he smiled again, but the smile was still like an epiphyllum, disappearing in a flash.

Qi Yue thought to herself that his sweetheart was indeed in the capital. He must be feeling melancholy and unable to return.

She felt wet in her heart, as if acid rain had been poured on her. After the initial wetness, there was a world-destroying pain.