C94

In the afternoon, Shen Moxi immediately rushed to the hospital after work.

Cheng fell asleep and slowed his pace. He entered the room quietly, placed the food box on the bedside table, and looked at her steadily from the side of the bed.

Her face was pale and puffy, and her eyes were crinkled and thick and quivering.

After a few quivers, she suddenly opened her eyes and regained consciousness.

Cold sweat poured down her face, and she looked frightened as she stared at Shen Mushi.

"What's wrong? "Uncomfortable?" Shen Moxi's warm palm touched her cheek as he asked with concern.

Cheng Tian Painted stabilized his uneasy emotions and swallowed his saliva. He shook his head. "No, I just had a nightmare."

"Another nightmare? What did you dream of? "

"When you dream that I did something wrong and you forced me to sign the divorce papers, I didn't want to. You threw me into a desolate mountain range and then, a pack of wolves appeared … and they're coming at me like they're some kind of monster. "

"Idiot." Shen Moxi took her finger and kissed it, "In your heart, am I such a vile person?"

"It's not …"

"That's it. Dreams are the opposite."

"I don't understand why I had such a strange dream." Cheng Tian Painting sighed sadly as the entire room was filled with melancholy. Was it because he was too afraid of losing it? That was why he had such a dream?

He kissed her lips and smiled. "Don't worry, I won't divorce you."

"Really?" She was touched.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"Alright, let's eat something." Shen Moxi stood up.

Cheng Tian Painted looked at the several boxes of food on the table. There were so many boxes that she couldn't finish them all by herself.

"Are you going to eat with me again?" she asked.

"I'll accompany you to have a light meal." Shen Moxi opened the box. It was full of vegetables and was ordered by the secretary before he got off work. It was even cleaner and tastier than a snack bar.

Cheng Tian Painting was still unable to move his body freely and still needed someone to feed him. Looking at how focused and unskilled he was, she felt it was both funny and warm.

She saw the wound on his wrist again, the one that had hurt her twice, so blinding, so painful. Also, there was that unprofessional bandaging technique. It was unknown whose technique it was from.

"I'll help you rebandage your wound after the meal." "No," she said.

Shen Moxi looked down at the gauze covering the wound, shrugged indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't affect its recovery."

The wound was wrapped up by Assistant Peng. When the wound was wrapped, he lamented in his heart, they were both human, how could there be such a huge difference? So he sent Assistant Peng off to study dressing wounds for a week.

Cheng Tian Painting then said, "Don't be so impulsive next time, taking care of yourself is the most important thing, do you understand?"

Shen Moxi looked at her in confusion, not sure if she was referring to the incident in front of her house last time or if she had been saved by a car accident yesterday.

"I know, I'll think twice before acting next time."

"It sounds perfunctory."

"There really isn't one." He made a promise.

In fact, he wasn't always that impulsive. The circumstances were special, so he had no choice but to be impulsive!

After the meal, under the insistence of Cheng Tian's painting, the bandage on Shen Mu's wrist was peeled off layer by layer by her.

When Cheng Tian Painting saw the bloody wound inside, he could not help but shiver. He raised his head and looked at the calm Yun Che, "Your wound is so severe, yet you still came to serve me?" Don't you want to okay? "

"I do. Isn't it getting better?"

"From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to come. Even if you do, I won't see you." She had thought that she had only suffered a slight laceration, but she hadn't expected it to be this serious.

"Don't …"

"I mean it."

"I'm sorry that I'm not here to accompany you." "No," he said.

"You don't have to feel bad. No matter what you do, I won't blame you." She and he had only been engaged, and the agreement did not include the fact that they had to take care of each other when they were sick.

Her tone softened. "Besides, I feel even more sorry for you serving me with your injuries."

"Okay, I'll see how it goes tomorrow."

Cheng Tian Hua compromised and focused on helping him bandage his wound.

Just as he finished bandaging his wound, there was a series of knocks on the door of the ward. The two of them looked at each other before Cheng Tian Painting said, "It should be Grandma coming over."

Shen Muxi nodded and turned to open the door.

Standing at the door of the ward were the old granny and elder sister Zhang. Sister Zhang politely greeted Shen Moxi, who nodded at her before turning to the old lady, "Grandmother, why have you come?"

The old lady glared at him. "What are you saying? My darling grandson's wife was hospitalized in a car accident, shouldn't I come over to take a look? "

"It should, it should have been here a long time ago." Shen Moxi smiled as he stood to the side to give way to the old lady.

The old lady walked into the ward. Seeing that Cheng Tian Hua was struggling to get up, she quickly raised her hand to stop him, "Don't move. Be careful of pulling the wound."

The old woman went to a chair by the bed and took her hand. She looked at her leg and her bandaged forehead with a pained expression.

Her gaze was far too concerned, to the point where Cheng Tian became embarrassed from her concern.

"Why were you so careless? Luckily I didn't lose my life. " the old lady said.

Cheng Tian Hua gratefully smiled, "Thank you, grandma, for specially coming to visit me. I'm fine."

"It's already like this, and you still say it's pretty good." The old lady rebuked her with a glare. "You, in front of Grandmother, don't try to show off."

Cheng Tian painting could only smile dryly, not knowing what else to say.

The old lady then turned her head to scold Shen Mushi, "Mushui, you too. You don't know how to send a small painting on your way home. Otherwise, how could you have such bad luck?"

Shen Muxi lowered his head. He had long since realized this mistake.

Yeah, if he insisted on sending Cheng Tian Hua to the hospital that day, how could Cheng Tian painting have gotten into a car accident?

Cheng Tian couldn't bear to see Shen Mouxi being scolded, so he quickly said, "Grandmother, don't blame Mu Xi. He said that he would give it to me, and I didn't want it from him."

"It's hard for you to have the heart to speak up for her." The old lady patted her hand. "By the way, what did the doctor say? How long will it take to heal? Will there be any side effects? "

Just as she finished speaking, there was another knock on the ward door. The attending physician walked in and stood beside Cheng Tian Hua's bed to understand her physical condition.

Instead, the old lady asked the attending doctor, "Doctor, is my family's little drawing's wound any serious injury?"

The attending physician looked at Cheng Tian painting, then looked at the medical records and said seriously, "The wound surgery was very successful, so there shouldn't be any problems. However, I need to remind Miss Cheng that it's best to stop the pill during the healing process, otherwise it will affect the healing process."

Cheng Tian Painting was startled, and everyone present was also stunned along with her. At the same time, they turned their confused gazes towards her.

"I didn't take the pill." After a long moment, Cheng Tian started to speak in a daze.

The attending doctor looked down at the chart again. "But we found the pill in your blood."

What about the pill? Cheng Tian Hua was even more surprised. She had never taken this kind of medicine before, how could she detect its composition in her blood?

The attending turned and left, leaving a room full of people looking at each other.

Cheng was so stunned by the pill that he did not notice the sudden change in the old lady's and Shen Mushui's expressions.

To be able to detect the drug's composition in the blood, she must have only taken it in the last two days. She obviously hoped that he would become pregnant every month, so how could she possibly take the drug?

Who was it? Cheng Tian Painting raised his head abruptly and cast a doubtful gaze at Shen Mu Xi, who was at the end of the bed. Could it be him? The one who accompanied her day after day was Shen Mushui!