Chapter 1042

Name:Tyrant's Cute Wife Author:Ling Ji
When Alisa kisses herself in Yan Li Xing, she holds his body tightly with her hands. She doesn't know what she is afraid of. She just looks at his white hair, and her fear will attack her heart.

"Alisa, don't move."

When Yan Li Xing held her tightly, she quickly opened her hand and carefully checked the instruments connected to her body, "Alisa, you must not move until the doctor comes in to confirm your physical condition, you know?"

She managed to survive, and he couldn't let her have any more accidents.

Alisa looked at Yan Li Xing's panic, tears in her eyes, just like the dam that broke the dyke, and she couldn't stop it.

"Li Xing, how did you become like this?"

"Me?"

Yan Li Xing was a little stunned. He didn't know that his hair was all white, and he didn't find that after this short night, she was as old as several years, and the beard scum of her chin came out, and she looked very embarrassed.

"Your hair?" Alisa shook her hands, carefully placed them on his head and gently touched his white hair.

"My hair?"

Yan Lixing looked down at her eyes. From her brown pupils, he clearly saw what he looked like at the moment. His look was shocked and his eyes were surprised, which was no less than what Alisa saw when she opened her eyes.

One night white head!

He never thought that he would be like this.

But soon, Yan Li Xing calmed down, and his expression at the bottom of his eyes became particularly firm.

"Alisa, I've become a bad old man, but we've got the certificate. You can only make do with me like this. I can't let you go!"

Alisa nodded hard, and the whole person leaned up from the bed regardless of everything. Her hands hugged him tightly again. "The ends of the world, where you are, I'll stay with you all my life

Liu Liping, who has been looking at them outside, is already crying.

When Mo Ziao came over, she just saw her whole body curled up in a chair, her hands holding her knees, her eyes staring at the screen of the computer equipment. She was already crying.

"Liping?" Mo Ziao called her at the door. He looked at her and thought that she must be thinking of Lu Jinghao.

"Boss, Mr. Yan, he..."

Liu Liping didn't come back until Mo Ziao came in.

She quickly dried her tears, stood up from the chair with an ugly face, pointed to the monitoring screen, and turned around to see the couple hugging each other in the ward through the glass.

"What happened to Yan Li Xing?" Mo Ziao frowned and walked forward. When he saw the appearance of Yan Li Xing in the ward, he was also surprised.

"Is something wrong with Alisa?"

In the evening, Mo Ziao comes to Tang Shuixin in the ward. At the door, she hears Liu Liping's sobbing. Her heart beats inexplicably, and her uneasiness also emerges.

Mo Ziao did not answer her, but quickly opened the ward and went in.

"Brother Mo, I..."

"Shuixin, don't go in yet." Qing Shaoyu noticed Mo Ziao's over dignified face, and immediately stopped Tang Shuixin.

Besides, neither of them disinfected in advance.

"You don't have to worry. Mrs. Yan has woken up, which means she's all right." Liu Liping looks at Tang Shuixin with an eager look on her face, and quickly explains the situation in the ward to them.

"The instrument shows that Mrs. Yan's physical condition has recovered. But I don't know when Mr. Yan's hair has turned white. " After Liu Liping finished, she reached out and pointed to the transparent glass behind her, indicating that they could see the situation in the ward from here.

"Dr. Liu, can I go in?" When Tang Shuixin saw Yan Lixing's white hair, the worry in his eyes directly appeared in front of them, and his hands firmly grasped Qing Shaoyu's arm.

"You and qingshao, please follow me." Liu Liping nodded and took them to the disinfection room next door. After washing their hands, she handed them two masks and motioned them to put them on.

In the ward, Yan Lizheng sees Mo Ziao come in and immediately gets up from Alisa to facilitate his examination.

"No less, Alisa wakes up in the time you set. Does that mean she's all right?" Yan Li asked uneasily. His hands on both sides were clenched tightly.

Mo Ziao looks at the instrument data beside her eyes. After confirming that Alisa's physical operation has recovered, he removes all the instruments connected to her.

"No less?"

When Mo Ziao reached for the button on Alisa's clothes, Yan Lixing didn't even think about it. He immediately stepped forward and held his wrist nervously.

"I'm not going to unbutton her. How can I confirm the stitched wound on her body?" Mo Ziao didn't get angry when he noticed the displeasure on Yan Lixing's face."Li Xing, I don't care." Alisa turns her head, grabs Yan Li Xing's big hand and smiles at him.

She knew that Yan Li Xing was so nervous about his body because Mo Ziao was a man, but he was a doctor. When he examined his wound, he could not avoid physical contact.

"No less, can I take off the oxygen mask on my mouth? It's very inconvenient and tiring for me to talk like this." Alisa quickly turns her eyes to Mo Ziao when she releases her hand in Yan Li's punishment, and apologizes to him with a smile.

"Well." Mo Ziao knew that Alisa was in good health, but she woke up several hours earlier than he expected.

All this should be inseparable from the men around her.

Looking at Yan Li Xing's white hair, Mo Ziao had no choice but to smile.

"Li Xing, you help me untie it. I have no strength." With Mo Ziao's permission, Alisa pulls Yan Lizheng's hand to herself.

While Yan Li Xing unties Alisa's oxygen mask, Mo Ziao quickly unbuttons her clothes and quickly removes the gauze that bandaged the wound before.

"Yan Li Xing, did you meet Alisa's surgical wound just now?" Mo Ziao saw that the wound was cracked, and his brows immediately tightened together.

Hearing this, Yan Li Xing turned back immediately. When he saw that the wound was full of blood, his face began to blame himself.

"Alisa, is the wound serious?" He thought of Alisa's act of straightening up and embracing herself, and guessed that the wound should have cracked at that time.

"It's not a big deal." Mo Ziao got up and went to the bedside table, took the medical tray prepared in advance to the hospital bed, put it aside, and cleaned Alisa's wound again.

"Hiss!"

Alisa strained her legs when the sterilized cotton ball touched the wound.

"Alisa, please bear it. The wound is only slightly split. The suture is not broken. I can't anesthetize you." Mo Ziao knew that she would hurt, but he was as careful as he could.

"Don't be afraid. It will be fine soon." Standing on the other side of the bed, Yan Lixing leaned over and hugged Alisa in his arms, with a soft tone.

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