Are you sure you want to divorce me?

"..." Wen Wenyao felt the hairs on his back stand up when he heard Ning An's "sinister" warning, he didn't care about anything for a moment, he just pushed open the door of the ward and walked in .

Han Yufeng was frequently out of breath during the first aid just now, so he was half lying down, the ventilator was not removed, and there were many tubes entangled around his body, making a good person so... Sigh , just looking at it, Wen Wenyao felt his nose sore and wanted to cry.

He slowly sat down on the side of the bed, touched the back of his hand lightly, and found a lot of inconspicuous bruises, he held it up in distress, and looked carefully.Just then a nurse came in, and he asked, "What's going on?"

"Oh," the little nurse said casually, "Mr. Han's blood vessels are flat, and he is prone to bruises during the needle injection process, let alone getting injections twice in three days."

"..." When Wen Wenyao heard this, he suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe.How much did this person suffer, whether he knew it or not?

"Then when will he wake up?"

"It depends on the degree of fever subside. Director Ning said that because he can't infuse too effective medicine, he will wake up slowly."

"Hmm." In fact, Wen Wenyao wanted Han Yufeng to sleep more in his heart, but there were a lot of company affairs, and he did it all of a sudden.So Wen Wenyao is now the first and the second big.

The mobile phone beside him kept ringing, but Wen Wenyao was not in the mood to answer it, until finally he was too annoyed, so he picked it up without looking at it, and it turned out that the person calling was Ding Xiaosu.

It turned out that since he went back yesterday, he couldn't get in touch with Han Yufeng, and he was worried, thinking that nothing else would happen. Then this morning, he saw that both Director Han and Assistant Wen were absent from work, and they didn't even make a phone call. , the ominous premonition is even stronger.

But I didn't expect that the call was connected, but Wen Wenyao's voice without emotion came, "Han Yufeng is not free, who are you?"

"..." Ding Xiaosu was silent for a while, then said, "Young Master Wen, I'm Xiaosu."

Wen Wenyao breathed a sigh of relief, "It's you."

"Is Director Han with you? I'm worried that he didn't come to work in the morning."

"Your Director Han has a fever and is lying unconscious in the hospital. If you have any urgent matters today, you can tell me first. He will probably wake up at night." In fact, Wen Wenyao has no idea when Han Yufeng will wake up , he was just betting that this person had something on his mind, and he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for long.

Although it hurts, Wen Wenyao understands that this is his responsibility, just like at this moment, he himself has his own responsibility. He asked Ding Xiaosu to sort out the things they had discussed, which should have been finalized by Han Yufeng , sent to his mailbox, and documents that required his signature were also secretly sent to the hospital.

Ding Xiaosu agreed, and then said, "Young Master Wen, when Boss wakes up, please advise him to take care of his body."

"I don't need to say, I think he has a plan in his own mind."

Of course Han Yufeng had a clue in his heart.

In fact, he woke up after hanging two bottles of fever-reducing fluid.To be precise, it was awakened by discomfort.

Before he opened his eyes, he knew what had happened, because his whole body was sore and limp, as if he had been run over by a big truck, and his chest was also very tight, and he couldn't breathe.Of course, the strongest sense of presence is still the delicate organs in the abdominal cavity.

"Are you awake?" As soon as Han Yufeng woke up, Wen Wenyao knew almost immediately, because his hand kept holding his.

Han Yufeng was speechless, but his hands tightened unconsciously, and finally he held Wen Wenyao's hand tightly behind his.Wen Wenyao looked at the blue veins on the back of his hand, feeling very distressed, couldn't help covering it with the other hand, and asked softly, "Hello... are you okay? What's wrong with it? I...I call the doctor... "

However, just as he was leaving to ring the bell, Han Yufeng raised his hand and pulled off the oxygen mask covering his face and put it aside. Will return blood.

"Yu Feng? What's wrong with you? Don't do this, you will hurt yourself!" Wen Wenyao hastened to pull away the hand that was holding his abdomen, "Let go...don't do this...do you have a stomachache? I... ...The doctor will be here soon! Huh?"

Han Yufeng didn't have the energy to respond to him for the time being, he was using all his mind to deal with the tearing pain in his stomach.At this time, the eyes were closed, the lips were gray, and the sweat on the forehead was continuously dripping on the bed sheet like no money, dizzy into a puddle of water.

Wen Wenyao touched his head distressedly, pushed his hair up, and was still thinking, "Why do you sweat so much when you wake up? Is it really not going to collapse?" Then he said, "Doctor Why don't you come?"

Hearing this, Han Yufeng forcefully opened his eyes a little, and wanted to give him a comforting smile, but he couldn't move the corners of his mouth, so he gave up, and said in a breathy voice, "I'm fine, don't worry." I closed my eyes again.

"Hey! Honey! Don't sleep!" Wen Wenyao saw that Han Yufeng closed his eyes lifelessly again, thinking that he was fainted from pain, so he called out his pet name in a hurry.

"..." Doctor Ning Anning, who hurried over at this time, felt that he had received a knowing blow and almost wanted to slam the door, but his professionalism as a doctor still allowed him to step into this blinding room. the ward.

After some examinations, Ning An slowly stood up with the folder under his arm, "Spasm, stop the medicine immediately."

"Okay, Director Ning."

At this time, Wen Wenyao interjected, "Is it okay to stop taking the medicine? I just saw that his fever has not completely subsided."

"How do you know it's antipyretics?"

"...Because that medicine is irritating to his stomach! Do you think I'm stupid?"

"..." Ning An glanced at him appreciatively, scribbled a few words on the paper, and then said, "You are not stupid, you are very smart. But since you know that antipyretics are harmful to his stomach Exciting, why did you ask the question just now?"

"Uh..." Wen Wenyao was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, Han Yufeng on the bed moved again. He forced himself to open his eyes, glanced vaguely at the white coat around the bed, pinpointed Ning An's position, and said to him, "Don't Make things difficult for him. Give me... an injection."

"Are you sure this is a problem that can be solved with one needle?"

"You are...doctor, you...clear."

"You..." Ning An was so angry that he was on the verge of myocardial infarction, but when he saw Han Yufeng's look of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water", he had no choice but to take the injection needle handed to him by his assistant and give it to him one stitch.