The first thing I feel is the pungent smell of disinfectant, mixed with the stimulation of blood.

The combination of the two flavors is hard to describe.

Xia Wanxin frowned subconsciously.

She didn't mean to dislike her, but was thinking, even she couldn't stand it. How did Bo Qingjun, who had a slight obsession with cleanliness, put herself in such an environment? Is she enduring it every minute and every second?

Obviously, he can avoid this sin.

For a moment, Xia Wanxin didn't know what expression to use to deal with it, so she stopped there.

In the time she stopped, Bo Qingyun had already seen it.

His eyes passed by her body from top to bottom.

Her face was fair and clean, and there was no trace of injury on her body.

He looked deep and his hoarse voice was low: "What are you doing when you stand still? That's how you treat patients?"

Xia Wanxin's mood was successfully broken by him. She walked a few steps forward and saw his thin lips split due to dryness.

This was something Bo Qingyun had never seen before, not to mention the messy hair and two pieces of blood on her cheeks.

Xia Wanxin pursed her lips, poured a glass of water from the side, and delivered it to him: "Here."

In the words, I felt a little disgusted and didn't look very happy.

Bo Qingjun raised her eyes and glanced at her, then casually said: "Can you drink water in this posture?"

Xia Wanxin looked at him and lay there, like a salted fish at the mercy of others.

She put the water cup down and stretched her hands towards him, trying to help the person up a little.

But before he could touch him, he stopped again and his eyes fell to his wound.

With such a posture, she probably pulled him up and pulled him into tears.

But if I don't move, I can't drink water.

It's really hard to serve.

Xia Wanxin curled her lips.

Just at this moment, Bo Qingyun spoke with ease: "Don't you know that the head of the hospital's bedside can be adjusted?"

Xia Wanxin was reminded and reacted.

Of course she knew this kind of thing very well, and the hospital was also a place where doctors were extremely familiar with her.

I didn't remember that it was Bo Qingyun who disturbed her.

Xia Wanxin touched the button under the bed expressionlessly, raised the head of the bed, and then kindly stuffed a pillow behind him, and refused to give in and said, "You know a lot, Mr. Bo. I guess the hospital has been traveling a lot over the years, right?"

If a normal person is fine, she is simply ridiculing him when he comes to the hospital in the long run.

But Bo Qingyun's face was plain and his cold voice slowly said: "I have indeed come a lot. Xiao Xingchen is in poor health. The hospital is equivalent to his second home."

His voice was so calm, but it caught Xia Wanxin off guard and was stunned. His heart tightened and he felt a dull pain.

Xiao Xingchen has been to so many hospitals and regards the hospital as home.

In countless hospitals, Bo Qingjun was with him, guarding him and helping him adjust the beds in the ward.

For a moment, she wished she hadn't missed these times when he needed her the most.

But it's too late.

And all of this was caused by the person in front of you.

Xia Wan's heart moved slightly.

There was a moment of coldness in my eyes.

After she put the pillow down, she picked up the water from the nightstand again.

This time I handed it over, my tone was extremely dull and there was no fluctuation: "Drink."

Bo Qingyun looked at her and then looked at the water.

Then he said: "It's already cold."

Xia Wanxin frowned: "How come you know it's cold before you drink it?"
Chapter completed!