"Um...um..."

Beads of sweat as big as beans kept slid down from the man's face, and a rag was stuffed into his mouth. His hands tightly clenched the sheets, his eyes were bulging, and his forehead was exposed.

Murong Nuan, who was lying beside him to deal with the wound, looked no less relaxed than him. She nervously wiped the sweat from her forehead, and regardless of the man's wail, she focused on the simple operation in her hand.

With a light "ding" sound, a bullet rolled onto the disk and was taken out.

Fu Yujie was like a woman waiting to give birth, lying on the bed loosely, tired and powerless.

After a brief relaxation, another unbearable pain came. This time, Fu Yujie's eyes turned dark and he fainted completely.

The sky is dark and the room is as warm as spring.

Murong Nuan put two bowls of cooked porridge on the head of the bed, sat beside Fu Yujie, frowned.

Although the bullet was taken out, he was having a high fever because of excessive blood loss.

The map he mentioned was in the cabinet beside the bed, and she could drive away now as long as she wanted.

But her departure means that the swelling and inflamed wounds and high fever, as well as Shabang, who was unconscious in the next room, would let him die here.

Shangguan Yao was obviously in danger, but at this moment, she was with another man.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, and suddenly she lost all her mood.

"Mother……"

The unconscious man muttered, his voice weak.

Murong Nuan picked up the wet towel, gently wiped his hot cheeks, and sighed softly.

"Fortunately, I didn't give up my medical skills, otherwise you would be dead. For the sake of your life and being pitiful, I'll treat you better."

She picked up the porridge, blew it gently, and fed it into his mouth.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, and food flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Murong Nuan was a little worried. With his sick look, if he couldn't keep up with his nutrition, he didn't know when he would wake up.

"Hey, if you don't eat, I'll open your mouth and pour it in." She couldn't help but pinch his face and threaten.

If it were normal, Fu Yujie would probably have jumped a lot.

But now, he still has no response.

Murong Nuan stared at the bowl of porridge with rigorous eyes, swallowed her saliva twice in her throat, and finally made up her mind. The hero picked up the bowl like a cut off his wrist, took a mouthful of the porridge in his mouth, leaned over to press it against his cold lips, and sent it in.

Half an hour later, a bowl of porridge was finally finished feeding, and Fu Yujie's face looked a little bloody.

Murong Nuan rushed to the bathroom, rinsed her mouth at the faucet, looked up at herself in the mirror with a pale face, her temples were scattered, her eyes were deep, and there were spots of blood on her clothes, which looked very embarrassed.

On a foreign night, she looked in the mirror and wanted to show a vibrant smile. At the end, her mouth suddenly turned sagging and she couldn't help crying.

She wants Shangguan Yao.

I really want to think about it.

Wherever he is, she can rely on it.

But now, this reliance is gone, and she is calm on the surface, but her heart is like a ghost on the wasteland, wandering around, not knowing how to go next.

If Sha Bang wakes up, what should she do with him?

What should I do if Fu Yujie recovers and regrets that he is unwilling to let her go?

The loneliness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made her suddenly feel pain. She covered her face, lowered her voice and cried, and was reluctant to get up for a long time.

The next morning, Fu Yujie moved his fingertips and felt a numb pain.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a black hair spread beside him. The girl was sleeping in the corner beside his bed, breathing evenly, her eyelashes were slender, and she was as beautiful as an angel.

He was afraid of waking her up, and still let his hands rest under her head. This little pain of patience suddenly became extremely sweet on this peaceful morning.

As if she noticed his awakening, she hurriedly opened her eyes and flipped off the bed.

"Awaken?" Murong Nuan closed her long hair, reached out to touch his forehead, and her fever subsided.

She let out a long sigh and looked much more relaxed.

"It's not a long-term solution to stay here. We have to go back to the hospital right away," she said seriously.

Fu Yujie closed his eyes slightly, said "um" in a low voice, and fell asleep again.

A few hours later, Fu Yujie struggled to get up and go to the bathroom.

Murong Nuan supported him and moved over with difficulty. She leaned against the door alone, waiting for him quietly.

After a moment, she suddenly smelled a scent of smoke.

Murong Nuan knocked open the door hard, and Fu Yujie leaned against the wall, his face pale, and a lit cigarette was stuck at his fingertips.

This is not what makes her most angry.

What she was angry was the water droplets that slowly flowed from his head, and the dripping water kept falling from his fine flax-colored hair, dripping onto the wounds on his abdomen.

"What are you doing?" She stood there in a daze, with a confused look on her face.

Fu Yujie smiled lazily and turned off the cigarette butt, his voice hoarse.

"As long as I keep having a fever, you will stay here with me?"

She opened her mouth and finally understood what stupid thing he had done just now.

"Fu Yujie! If you don't take your life as your life, I'm still worried about staying here to accompany a corpse!" She said sternly, while pulling off the towel and wiping the water from his face desperately.

He stubbornly grabbed her wrist and looked at her stubbornly: "Tell me, you won't leave me alone, right?"

She gradually lowered her hands and the towel fell to the ground, just like she was weak.

"Don't force me... I beg you, let me go, let yourself go, okay?" She grabbed her hair with both hands and roared in pain, "If this continues, I'm going crazy! I don't love you! Do you understand if I don't love you?"

He looked at her sadly and murmured, "But, I love you."

Murong Nuan held back her tears, turned her back, and her voice was cold.

"Two days, no matter how you are in two days, I will have to leave. I can't wait that long."

She was about to leave when he was hugged hard. She didn't dare to force her, for fear that his wound would crack.

Fu Yujie lowered his head and said in her ear: "Three days. You can accompany me for three days. After three days, I will send you back to China."

She closed her eyes and a suffocation sensation hit her heart.

"Okay, three days, only three days." She gritted her teeth and said word by word.

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he suddenly asked in a low voice: "I heard you play the piano well?"

Fu Yujie was lying on the bed, staring at the girl sitting in front of the piano with a gentle expression. Her slender fingers were wandering on the black and white keys, and her bright and beautiful sides were reflected in the sunshine, which was beautiful.

Amid the melodious sound of the piano, the temperature of his body was getting higher and higher, almost burning him to death.

Heard that loving someone is a painful thing, he finally feels the pain of burning his body.

He gasped for a few times and said with a smile: "Nannuan, can you go to the next room to sleep tonight? "

She would beg for it if she didn't have the same room as him.

"I'm going to rest." She stood up coldly and closed the door and left.

When she disappeared, the smile on Fu Yujie's face faded. He gritted his teeth and supported himself in pain, covering the bleeding wound.

No matter how careful Murong Nuan took care of her, the conditions here are not as good as those of the hospital. He could even feel that the wound on his legs seemed to be ulcerated.

But even so, he was unwilling to let her go so early.

Fu Yujie trembled and tore open the bandage on his abdomen. The blood mixed with the pulling feeling of flesh made him burst into a depressing growl.

He leaned against the bed almost exhausted, not even the strength to change the dressings.

He was trying hard to get up, intending to reach the medicine, but the door opened. Murong Nuan, holding the pillow, stood at the door, staring at the embarrassing him expressionlessly.

"I...I'm just about to rest..." he explained awkwardly.

Murong Nuan walked to him, picked up the medicine and bandage skillfully, and bandaged him carefully.

He knew she hated him.

But she still couldn't bear to hurt him.

Fu Yujie's eyes followed Murong Nuan and couldn't bear to move away for a moment.

After everything was handled, she climbed onto the bed and lay beside him.

"Since I have spent my time saving you, I must see you get better with my own eyes. Fu Yujie, don't want to torture yourself on your back." She intersected with him and said coldly.

Maybe she was really tired and fell into a deep sleep in less than a while.

Fu Yujie leaned over slowly and kissed her cheek, and a feeling of peace of mind suddenly arose.

He was jealous of Shangguan Yao, able to live with her every day, and even had a child who looked like them.

"How great would it be if you could have a baby for me one day?" he murmured.

In the middle of the night, the burning pain of the wound made Fu Yujie unable to fall asleep. He opened his eyes and listened to Murong Nuan's even breathing, and the smile on the corners of his lips gradually expanded.
To be continued...