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Zhong Qiu personally drove Fu Ying to the hospital to register to see a doctor. Although Fu Ying repeatedly emphasized that she was fine, she couldn't hold back his request. She had no choice but to say that she didn't bring her ID card and couldn't register.

It is absolutely impossible to show her ID card in front of Zhong Qiu. Although Fu Ying used her real name to approach Zhong Qiu, it was only for the sake of combining truth and falsehood to make people believe it.

Sitting on the borrowed wheelchair, Fu Ying comforted Zhong Qiu and said, "It's really okay, it's just a sprained foot, just rest for two days and you'll be fine."

Zhong Qiu frowned and looked at the phone, and after a reply, he said, "Wait a while, I'll call my friend."

"No need, really not..."

Fu Ying watched Zhong Qiu get through the phone, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable sitting in the wheelchair.It's just a neighbor I've met a few times, and I don't have a familiar personality, so I don't have any reason to be so enthusiastic about myself.

And most people don't care too much about their rejection, let alone the president of a company group who is busy with everything.

Fu Ying couldn't help but clenched the armrest of the wheelchair as she thought about it, staring at Zhong Qiu's back on the phone, couldn't help but diverge her thoughts, wondering if this person was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and she had already discovered herself, but she was still holding back and showing favor Paralyze the enemy?

The more he thought about it, the more he frowned, and when Zhong Qiu hung up the phone and turned around, he saw the young man in the wheelchair with a pale face and wrinkled brows and eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Zhong Qiu walked over and squatted down, gently holding Fu Ying's still red and swollen ankle, feeling the heat in his hand, couldn't help but frown and said, "Why is it so swollen? You shouldn't have started moveable."

Fu Ying looked at him: "It's okay, the swelling will subside after two days of rest. You still have something to do in the afternoon, don't worry about me, go get busy."

"Now your legs are the most important thing." Zhong Qiu looked at him and said firmly.

Fu Ying was stunned for a moment, her doubts became heavier, she hesitated and said: "But I really feel that I am bothering you, this is my own injury, and it has nothing to do with you, obviously..."

"No." Zhong Qiu interrupted him, coughed lightly and said, "You know it's not about me, but other people don't know."

Fu Ying frowned: "What do you mean?"

Zhong Qiu: "You were injured during our company's fire evacuation drill. It is very likely that people with ulterior motives will make a fuss about it, and even exaggerate that Zhong's evacuation drill was not in place. It is not impossible for a stampede to occur."

He explained seriously, and looked at Fu Ying without evasion: "I am not only responsible to you, but also to the Zhong family. This matter needs to be handled well. Otherwise, the three of them will become tigers and cause unnecessary social chaos." Public opinion has an impact on the Zhong family in all aspects."

Fu Ying blinked, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Could it be that you think too much?"

"It's not that I think too much." Zhong Qiu said lightly, "My father is not just my son."

Seeing that Young Master Zhong almost said that the relationship between himself and his brother was a life-and-death relationship, Fu Ying no longer pretended to be stupid, and immediately acted like I had realized it.

He nodded and said with great embarrassment, "I'm the one who caused you trouble this time. I'm really sorry."

It seems that the relationship between Boss Zhong and Young Master Zhong is even worse than I imagined.

"It's okay, it's because I didn't tell you about the fire drill in advance." Zhong Qiu said with a smile, and suddenly stood up and waved at a white coat walking in the distance: "Here."

The doctor in the white coat came over and took off the mask on his face, revealing a round smiling face.

"Let me introduce, this is Cui Yuean, my cousin." Zhong Qiu said.

Fu Ying smiled at the other party: "Hello, Doctor Cui."

Cui Yue'an nodded and said hello, then looked at Zhong Qiu and asked, "Is it because his foot was hurt?"

"Well, take a look first and see if you want to deal with it." Zhong Qiu said.

Cui Yuean squatted on the bed and lightly touched Fu Ying's ankle, then raised her head and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Ying shook her head.

"Can you walk?" Cui Yuean asked again.

Zhong Qiu answered for Fu Ying: "I can't walk, I carried him here at first, and I didn't let his feet touch the ground on the way, but when he just got sprained, he walked a few steps by himself, will it affect it?" ?”

Cui Yue'an was taken aback, and looked at Zhong Qiu: "That won't have any effect, but let's take a picture first, have you registered yet?"

"No, he didn't bring his ID card." Zhong Qiu coughed lightly: "So I called you to help me."

Sitting on the side, Fu Ying felt a little embarrassed, and explained: "You don't need to mobilize the crowd like this, just sprain your ankle, and it will be fine in two days."

"You can't say that." Cui Yue'an stood up and said to her cousin, "Push him and come with me. I'll arrange for a film first."

Zhong Qiu responded, pushed Fu Ying up the elevator and followed Cui Yuean to take a film, Zhong Qiu carefully carried her to the bed, Cui Yuean couldn't help raising her eyebrows when she saw it, and hesitated to speak.

After filming, Cui Yue'an took a look at the film, nodded and said, "Fortunately, there's nothing wrong with the bones."

He stretched out his hand and pressed slightly hard on the swollen area under Fu Ying's ankle bone. He heard him cry out that it hurts, and tried several other places. After Fu Ying responded, he got up and said, "The ligament is strained." , to see whether to apply herbal medicine or plaster for fixation."

Cui Yue'an said after a pause: "It is better to put on a plaster cast, and to recover better with less activity."

After hearing this, Zhong Qiu looked at Fu Ying: "What do you think?"

"How long will it take to remove the plaster?" Fu Ying asked.

Cui Yue'an thought for a while: "One week to two weeks, soon."

Fu Ying was a little hesitant, and wanted to ask if there was any other way, but when Zhong Qiu opened his mouth, he answered, "I think it's better to put a plaster cast on, and you don't need to go out for work. If you need library materials, we can help you." I'll bring it back for you on the way. As for the others..."

"It's okay, I can ask my friend to come and take care of me." Fu Ying pursed her lips and smiled: "Or you can ask a confinement lady, it's just a cast, but one leg can't move, other places are fine."

Cui Yue'an: "That's the reason, brother, you don't need to be too nervous, but it's better to move less." He glanced at the time, and said to Zhong Qiu: "Let's go, get a plaster cast, you two go back to rest early .”

There was a queue for plastering, Fu Ying sat outside and waited for Cui Yuean and Zhong Qiu to make arrangements inside, Cui Yuean said a few words with his colleagues, and Zhong Qiu waited for him to finish.

"Okay, I'll make it for him when the two in the room are finished." Cui Yuean walked up to Zhong Qiu and asked, "Why, if you're worried, can I do it myself later?"

Zhong Qiu said indifferently: "Of course you do it yourself."

Cui Yuean was taken aback, but he didn't expect his cousin to be so rude, so he couldn't help but muttered: "Damn, this is the sun coming out from the west, who is he? A major client of the company with a lot of assets is worth your money Are you so serious?"

Zhong Qiu glanced at him: "It's not a big client, don't talk nonsense."

"What's going on?" Cui Yue'an said, lowering her voice: "Why are you still disguised as a man, Hua Mulan? I don't even look like it. Or are you following the trend now, and finally you are going to do something out of the ordinary to stimulate Zhong Xu? And that old man? To be honest, you have to be really hard-hearted, why doesn't the Zhong family belong to you? Why do you have to play cats and mice with them here, running and teasing?"

"That's boring." Zhong Qiu lowered his eyes: "Compared to sending them off, it's more interesting to watch them worry and frighten under my nose."

Cui Yuean shrugged her shoulders: "I don't know what you think."

"You don't need to know." Zhong Qiu reached into his pocket and stuffed a small round patch into his hand.Cui Yue'an frowned and before asking what it was, Zhong Qiu pinched his hand and motioned him to take it.

"When I put a plaster cast on him later, wrap it in, don't be too deep and don't be too shallow to be discovered." Zhong Qiu took a step back and distanced himself from him: "Don't ask too much, don't talk too much, do me a favor."

Cui Yue'an pinched something and frowned: "One question, who is he?"

"A...interesting person." Zhong Qiu smiled: "Okay, don't worry about me, you can go, I have to send him home after the cast."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Fu Ying sent a message to Chang Er. The content of the chat highlighted one unlucky one, and the words highlighted one miserable one. All in all, it was——

Your father is broken, and your son will return quickly.

Before the reply from Chang Er came, Zhong Qiuxian and Cui Yuean came out.

Fu Ying put away her mobile phone, and was pushed into the room by Zhong Qiu. He watched Dr. Cui wash his hands and go to battle in person, and couldn't help but thank him again.

"You're too polite. You are my brother's friend and my friend." Cui Yue'an said that the actions of his subordinates were also unambiguous. Taking advantage of Zhong Qiu's time talking with Fu Ying, he stuffed the small locator into it. Gauze, wrapped in a layer just fixed.

He got up and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, just sit here for a while and wait for it to be fixed."

Fu Ying looked at her tightly wrapped right foot, and couldn't help but ask, "Will the plaster cast be removed in a week?"

"Your situation is a little more than a week. Even if the plaster is removed, you have to move less." Cui Yuean glanced at the time, and said to Zhong Qiu: "I will go up first if there is anything else, and you can call me if you have any questions. If you want to remove the plaster, just tell me one day in advance."

Zhong Qiu responded, and while the plaster was drying, the nurse came to see him, and poured a glass of water for Zhong Qiu and Fu Ying. Zhong Qiu first brought the water to Fu Ying, and then took a sip himself.

Fu Ying finished drinking the water in the cup, and his face was not very good. He still didn't like the smell of the hospital, and when he smelled it, he thought of his sister in the hospital bed.

Zhong Qiu waited until the plaster was almost dry, and asked the nurse to come again to say it was all right, and then took Fu Ying into the car and went home.

I don't know if it's because she was too tense and injured today. Fu Ying sat staggeringly in Zhong Qiu's car. After her body gradually relaxed, she began to feel a little sleepy. He pinched his thigh and held on Spirit sat until the gate of the community and got off the car.

Zhong Qiu saw that his eyes were half open, and after going upstairs and entering the door, he pushed him directly into the bedroom.

He hugged Fu Ying to bed, and couldn't help but say, "Your house is more empty than mine."

"I can't help it. I just moved here, and there are still a lot of things I haven't bought." Fu Ying yawned and said to Zhong Qiu with all her energy: "I'm really sorry to cause you so much trouble today."

"It's okay, don't be so extravagant. Do you want me to boil a pot of water for you before leaving? I think your glass is empty."

Fu Ying nodded in thought, and then pinched her thigh under the quilt to stay awake: "Then trouble you. The small faucet on the right side of the kitchen is for direct drinking water, just use that to boil it."

Zhong Qiu responded, and went into the kitchen to boil water for Fu Ying.

He plugged in the electricity, watched the temperature on the electronic display rise little by little, stared at the bubbles floating and bursting inside, and waited for the prompt to sound before he took out the cup to wash it and pour water.

The house was quiet, Zhong Qiu walked to the door of the bedroom with a smile on his face while holding a teacup, bent his fingers and knocked on the door, pushed it away without waiting for Fu Ying's response, went straight to the bed and sat down.

Fu Ying had already fallen asleep holding the phone, the sun was falling on his face, the lenses of his eyes reflected the light, Zhong Qiu smiled slightly, and reached out to take off his glasses.