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Chapter 1015: Be gentle!

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    Gu Mingzhu said nothing. He could see a lot of medicine lying beside the bed, and an intravenous drip was hanging on the back of the man's hand.

    Gu Mingzhu walked to the bedside, her eyes fell on the face she hadn't seen for half a month, and she felt a little dazed.

    The man¡¯s face looked unhealthy and pale, his beard had obviously just been shaved, and his lips were dry. He looked unchanged, but it made people feel sad for no reason.

    At this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.

    Gu Mingzhu said nothing, quietly watching Rong Xun change his dressing, then gently reached out and held his big hand.

    There were several small cuts on the back of his hands, and there were more injuries on his body. The tight muscles were stained with blood and bruises, mixed with a lot of shrapnel, and there were also two knife wounds that caused the skin to turn out, as if someone had been beaten.  Fatty got beaten up.

    After Rong Xun took off the gauze, a hideous wound was exposed to the air.

    Gu Mingzhu pursed her lips slightly, and couldn't help but tighten her grip on his hand. The injury looked like a gunshot wound, a mess of blood and flesh. The white powder mixed with dark red blood was shocking on his cold white skin.

    Rong Xun¡¯s movements were very light and extremely skillful, but even so, Yan Jingcheng, who was asleep, still tensed up his body subconsciously.

    "Be gentle!" Gu Mingzhu subconsciously looked at Rong Xun and spoke urgently, a layer of mist filling her almond-shaped eyes, as if she was scolding him.

    Rong Xun was not annoyed, smiled and said warmly: "It's impossible not to feel pain."

    Gu Mingzhu pursed her lips lightly and said nothing.

    There was a touch of blood in the air, and Rong Xun worked for a while before treating Yan Jingcheng's injuries again.

    "These medicines should be replaced on the wound once in the morning and evening. Take these medicines three times in the morning, noon and evening. I have written down the specific amount." Rong Xun spoke warmly.

    Gu Mingzhu nodded and looked at him: "He has a fever."

    "Well, it's inevitable. I'll come over again tomorrow."

    Gu Mingzhu stayed by the bed and said nothing until Chen Qing and Rong Xun packed up their things and left. For a while, she and Yan Jingcheng were the only two people left in the room.

    Silence returned to the room. Gu Mingzhu stayed by the bed for a while, boiled some hot water and set it aside to dry. Then she soaked a towel with cold water and gently placed it on his forehead.

    After staring at him for a while, Gu Mingzhu felt bored. She didn't know how those men and women in the TV series could stay up all night without doing anything.

    There were a lot of books in the room, so Gu Mingzhu picked two.

    The floor-standing desk lamp cast a warm yellow halo. Gu Mingzhu sat in front of the curtain, flipping through the book and reading softly.

    Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, but he still showed no sign of waking up, Gu Mingzhu sent a text message to A Zhao, asking him to help buy some ingredients and fruits to deliver.

    After A Zhao delivered the things, Gu Mingzhu took the things into the kitchen, simmered a soup that replenished Qi and blood, planning to replenish his body when he woke up.

    After finishing her work, Gu Mingzhu felt that she had nothing to do, so she cut some fruits and prepared some delicious cold dishes.

    While doing this, Gu Mingzhu muttered in her heart, always feeling that the appearance of a good wife and loving mother who washes her hands and makes soup is not in line with her personality at all.

    But no matter how much she didn¡¯t want to admit it, she still had to admit it.

    Looking at the usually unfathomable man lying on the hospital bed like this, she always felt unspeakably sad.

    That kind of sadness is like having a sore nose and tears falling down the next second.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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