My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

Pei Huaizhi pulled the corner of his lips with difficulty, "Since when did you care so much about other people's opinions?"

"Tsk...it seems that even vomiting blood can't affect Master Pei's energy!"

Song Qingcheng took Pei Huaizhi's sleeve and stepped on the corner of his lips.

I don’t know why, the two of them are always at ease when they are out together, but when they are alone with each other, they don’t know how to get along.

There is always emotion between the lines.

Pei Huaizhi was still coughing, and Song Qingcheng wiped his mouth again and again. Her words were clearly caring, but they sounded more like complaints. "I've already told you, why can't you just lie down? Why do you have to sit up? You have too much blood!"

Song Qingcheng pulled Pei Huaizhi's other sleeve again.

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at his sleeves calmly, shook his head helplessly, and listened to Song Qingcheng's words, which made him sound like an unreasonable child.

"Chest tightness, stand up and breathe more easily."

Pei Huaizhi explained. He was worried that if he didn't explain, the girl in front of him would start to complain.

He took a breath, smiled, looked at Song Qingcheng's little face, and suppressed his surging breath, "Please, Madam, get me a clean undershirt!"

"So, are you still vomiting blood?"

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi seriously.

Pei Huaizhi laughed a little and paused, "Probably, it shouldn't happen!"

"That's good!"

Song Qingcheng muttered a few words, turned around and brought back clean underwear for Pei Huaizhi.

Pei Huaizhi half leaned on the edge of the bed, breathing slowly.

It was probably because Master was worried about my current poor physical condition, so he only added a little bit of the pain-relieving Corydalis yanhusuo. Corydalis yanhusuo is the best herb for pain relief.

If it were normal, he shouldn't be feeling such severe pain from a broken bone.

Pei Huaizhi was worried that Song Qingcheng would be worried, so he tried to hold it in. His inner shirt on the back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Song Qingcheng didn't pay any attention at first. Because Pei Huaizhi was unable to move, Song Qingcheng could only change his clothes.

When she carefully took off Pei Huaizhi's dirty clothes, she found that his back was already wet.

"this......."

Song Qingcheng felt like she was stabbed in the heart.

Pei Huaizhi just shook his head, probably because he was tired. He stopped looking at Song Qingcheng and just closed his eyes.

"Please sit down for a while. I'll ask someone to cook you some porridge!"

Song Qingcheng pulled the corner of the quilt for Pei Huaizhi, but it was just loosely draped over his body.

She originally wanted to cover Pei Huaizhi tightly, but was stopped by Pei Huaizhi.

"If you have a fever, it's best to get some fresh air!"

Pei Huaizhi said with his eyes closed.

Song Qingcheng nodded slightly, walked out of the room quickly, and saw if Pei Huaizhi's medicine was ready.

"Manman, I don't want to drink porridge. I want to eat the chicken soup and shredded pork noodles you made when we were in Jinling!"

Pei Huaizhi's voice came from behind her.

Song Qingcheng turned around and took a look at his pale face. "Okay... Then I'll let Dongmei and the others come in. If you feel uncomfortable, tell them and ask them to call me!"

She said that since the patient had made such a big and small request, she naturally could not refuse, but it would take some effort after all.

Pei Huaizhi had a fever again and might even vomit blood, so she was really worried.

She just finished speaking.

Then Pei Huaizhi said, "It's okay, no need!"