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When Wen Yan woke up, it was already dark, and the windows of the VIP ward could see the neon lights and falling snow outside. The warmth in the ward and the cold outside were two separate worlds.
Suddenly hearing movement in the room, she slowly turned her face to the side, and saw the man on the sofa who was working on the laptop. His bony fingers tapped lightly on the computer, and his focused face relaxed a little. Sharp and sharp, her tightly pursed lips showed a bit of coolness.
"Are you awake?" The man closed his laptop and looked up at her.
"Hmm" She wanted to get up, and just moved a little, and there was a pain in her left shoulder, and it was only then that she thought about what happened before.
Mark Tingchen stepped forward to check her wound: "Don't move."
Wen Yan was obedient and stopped moving, but the feeling from her lower abdomen made her extremely embarrassed. There was only Mark Tingchen here, and she wanted to go to the bathroom, but it was inconvenient for her to move If she moved a little, the wound would hurt.
As if seeing her discomfort, he asked, "Want to go to the bathroom?"
Wen Yan blushed: "Well"
Mo Tingchen didn't say anything, and carefully helped her up, his movements were as gentle as before, even so, she was still sweating coldly from the pain, and the gauze on the wound was also overflowing with red.
He almost walked into the bathroom with Wen Yan in his arms. When Mark Tingchen reached out to her pants, she hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself!"
He stopped and looked at her intently, Wen Yan was extremely embarrassed: "Can you avoid it for a while?"
Mo Tingchen's so-called avoidance was just turning his back on him.
Knowing that he would not go out, Wen Yan struggled for a moment, using his only moving right hand to operate, but every tiny movement could involve the wound, especially when bending over, the simplest movement is also so difficult It was almost impossible to complete, and the blood overflowing from the wound had already stained the hospital gown.
Having not heard any movement behind her for a long time, Mark Tingchen turned around, saw her red-stained hospital gown, frowned, helped her take off her trousers without any explanation, and then turned his back again.
Wen Yan sat on the toilet in embarrassment, obviously in a hurry, but couldn't get out, at this moment, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and get in, bursting with shame
Finally, after twenty minutes, she took her shame as a floating cloud.
Back on the bed again, she buried her face in the quilt, and Mark Tingchen called the doctor to treat her torn wound like a normal person.
At about seven o'clock, two bodyguards brought food. Mark Tingchen took the porridge and walked to the bed, put the porridge down first, then helped her up, waited for her to sit still, and then fed her the porridge again.
Wen Yan didn't dare to refuse, so he took a bite cautiously. The taste of the tonic in it overwhelmed the original lightness of the porridge, but it tasted good. It was made by Liu Ma, and she could taste it.
Not used to his sudden gentleness, Wen Yan was a little at a loss: "Ido it by myself?"
Mo Tingchen's face suddenly became a little colder, Wen Yan lowered his eyes and dared not speak anymore, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids.
"Why?" His voice suddenly came from next to his ear.
Wen Yan looked up at him: "What?"
"At that time why did you rush over?" Mark Tingchen's deep eyes fell on her, as if he wanted to see through her.
She understood, what he asked was about protecting him from a knife. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com