After the rebirth I married my nemesis

Chapter 1200
Zhang Shu and the others were startled, but before they could react, Fu Zhilin had already left the training room with Qian Xi in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xu scratched his hair and asked in a daze.

The other three were also in a dazed state.

Fu Zhilin hugged Qianxi and walked quickly to the room, looked down to see her pale and colorless cheeks, her forehead was soaked with sweat, and her hair stuck to her skin docilely.

The whole person leaned against his arms unconsciously, in a coma state.

Qianxi's weight is not heavy, but his hand is injured, it's okay to hold her for a while, but it's a bit difficult to carry her upstairs and then to the room.

Severe pain came from her wrist, Jian Mei frowned, and clenched her teeth, but she didn't let her go, and hurried to Qianxi's room.

Zhang Shu came to his senses and ran all the way up. Seeing that Qianxi had passed out, he asked in surprise, "What's the matter, Miss Qianxi?"

Fu Zhilin stood at the door of the room without answering, but squeezed out two words from his throat: "Open the door!"

Zhang Shu was stunned, followed his eyes to see the closed door, and then opened the door quickly as if waking up from a dream.

Fu Zhilin walked in quickly and walked to the bed. His face turned pale from the pain in his wrist, but he slowed down the moment he bent down to put her down, and carefully put her body on the bed first, with his arms on hers. At the neck, it didn't come out.

Carefully and gently moved her head from her arms to the pillow, and pulled up the quilt to cover her.

Zhang Shu stood beside him with an anxious expression on his face, "What's the matter, coach? Is sister Qianxi sick?"

Fu Zhilin didn't answer, but shook her cold little hand, and said in a low voice: "Don't ask so many questions, go and call Auntie."

"Oh." Zhang Shu went downstairs to call his aunt in a daze.

Fu Zhilin sat by the bed, took out a tissue and gently wiped off the sweat on her forehead, frowned slightly, stared at her for a long time, and finally said three words like a sigh: "...Silly girl!"

Auntie and Zhang Shu came up together.

Fu Zhilin got up and said: "She's fine, you go back to training first, there are me and auntie here."

Zhang Shu looked at him, then at Qianxi who was lying on the bed, hesitated for a long time and finally left the room.

After Zhang Shu left, Fu Zhilin told the truth to his aunt, "She should be the one here, you can change it for her."

Auntie is someone who has been there, so she naturally understands what he means.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu, I will take good care of Miss Qianxi."

"Her clothes should be in the closet, you can find them yourself, and let me know if you need anything." Fu Zhilin went out after giving instructions.

Standing at the door and rubbing his trembling wrist, the pain gradually subsided.

Looking sideways at the closed door, helplessness and powerlessness surged in my heart.

If I am her boyfriend now, then I can do many things for her as a matter of course...

And now...

What he can do is really limited.

Fu Zhilin went downstairs instead of the training room, but went to the kitchen on the first floor.

I found ginger on the windowsill, and brown sugar from the cabinet.

Peel the ginger, cut into pieces and boil in water with brown sugar.

These things were originally very simple, but because of the pain in his hands, every step of the way was very difficult.

Every movement of the wrist is like being cut by a knife in the vein...

Some people say that love is dancing barefoot on broken glass.

Fu Zhilin's love is like cutting his wrists with countless knives, leaving invisible scars, and the pain enters the soul and is still sweet.

(End of this chapter)