find his Mrs. Gu

Chapter 181 He Is Not Skilled in This Movement
Si Nian was arranged to be admitted to the Affiliated Hospital of Sioux City Medical University that night.

In the VIP ward on the top floor of the inpatient department, Si Nian watched off the two policemen who came to take notes, and looked away at the man sitting on the sofa.

It was already 8 o'clock in the evening, and it took more than half an hour from the emergency treatment room to the arrangement of the ward.

As soon as she entered the ward, Chen Yutang brought two policemen over to take notes.

Normally, in this case, for a minor injury like Si Nian, the person concerned should have gone to the police station to take notes, but when it comes to Gu Jingyun, all the rules have to be compromised by the privilege.

Because it was too late to go to the hotel to get clothes, Si Nian was still wearing Gu Jingyun's khaki windbreaker.

The right arm was only bruised with a sharp weapon. Although it was bleeding, the deeper part of the wound was sutured twice, but the rest had no effect.

"Mr. Gu, we don't need to live here, do we?"

Si Nian looked around at the ward suite, which not only has complete medical equipment, but also furniture and home appliances.

Staying in such a room for one night fully meets the specifications of the Presidential Suite of the StarWorld five-star hotel.

Si Nian thought, living in such a ward is not because he is rich and not afraid of burns, or because leaders with a certain high title can enjoy the treatment.

Gu Jingyun was a bit addicted to cigarettes, and subconsciously reached out to get the cigarette case in his pocket, but he missed it, only to remember that he put the cigarettes in the pocket of the windbreaker when he went out.

The door of the ward was pushed open at this moment, and two well-dressed nurses came in pushing the treatment cart.

Living in a VIP ward, the treatment enjoyed is naturally different.

Si Nian injured her right arm and needed help when changing her hospital clothes. At this time, Gu Jingyun approached her and held out her hand.

"No...no need, I can do it myself." Si Nian hid for a while, then subconsciously tightened the windbreaker again.

The two nurses who were arranging the infusion sets stopped their work and looked at them.

"What are you thinking about? I'm going to smoke a cigarette... Can I change it myself? How about I help you?" Gu Jingyun looked at the frightened little face in front of him and wanted to laugh, but he did, and said the first half of the sentence It was quite serious, but the second half of the sentence suddenly changed.

Si Nian reached out and touched his pocket, and sure enough there was an unopened pack of cigarettes inside.

Si Nian: "..."

When Gu Jingyun came back from the corridor, Si Nian had already changed into his hospital gown and was lying on the bed covered with pure white sheets, with the infusion set tied on the back of his left hand.

Fearing that the wound would become infected, the doctor specially prescribed a group of anti-inflammatory drugs.

On the back of the white and tender hand, blue veins were faintly exposed where the needle passed through.

At this time, the nurse had already left the ward for infusion, and a specialized nursing staff would come over in a while.

Gu Jingyun frowned, walked in, sat in front of Si Nian's bed, and stretched out his hand to hold the white and thin left hand.

Si Nian was already lying on the bed and closed her eyes, when suddenly she felt her left hand was wrapped in warmth, she opened her eyes and turned to look over.

Caught off guard, he fell into a pair of bottomless black eyes.

Thinking of the embarrassment just now, Si Nian's eyes flickered, and his cheeks started to feel hot again.

At the end of October, only the fresh air system was turned on in the ward, and the indoor temperature was not high. Si Nian was wearing a thin blanket and a single hospital gown. With the cold liquid injected into his body, his little hands were a little cold.

Gu Jingyun withdrew his gaze, stood up, and put another pure white down quilt on Si Nian.

Si Nian could tell that he was not proficient in this movement.

That's right, a wealthy young master who has been taken care of by others for 30 years and has lived a smooth life, how can he do the work of serving others.

"What's the matter, does it hurt?" Gu Jingyun sat down again and noticed the difference in Si Nian's eyes.

(End of this chapter)