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Chapter 581 Look Down on Your Husband (1)

Qiao Luo drooped his eyebrows and rubbed the bandage wrapped around his hand with his fingertips.

"……nonsense."

The voice was lowered, hiding his distress for him.

How can so many injuries heal in a short period of time? He is still stubborn when it hurts so much.

Long Beijue smiled dumbly, and suddenly remembered something, and looked at her with deep eyes, "Did you get hurt somewhere on the cliff that day?"

Avoiding the injury on his body, Qiao Luo gently pressed his shoulder, "Don't move around."

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

Qiao Luo said, "No, don't move around, so the doctor can give you medicine."

The doctors gave her a grateful look, then cleaned the wound and applied medicine.

Long Beijue was silent, staring at the woman's fair little face.

The too focused eyes forced Qiao Luo to turn his face away.

When the two eyes met, the corners of the man's thin lips curved charmingly.

Qiao Luo blurted out, "What are you laughing at?"

He was the only one who could still laugh after being hurt like this.

"Happy."

He leaned on her relaxedly, with a lazy tone and a hint of a smile.

Qiao Luo said in a muffled voice, "There's nothing to be happy about so many injuries."

"I'm not happy about it."

After a pause, he looked sideways at her from the corner of his eye, "Really confused or fake confused?"

Qiao Luo kept his eyes on the injury on his back, and hummed perfunctorily.

During the period, the doctors had bandaged his wound.

The three retracted their hands at the same time, and the team doctor was responsible for dispensing the medicine.

"Is it painful?" Qiao Luo looked down at his chest, the wrapped bandage was stained with scarlet.

"Why don't you lie down first?"

Long Beijue let out a low laugh, and rubbed his head against her neck, "That's fine."

Several doctors petrified, "..."

The team doctor bite the bullet and said, "Pay attention to the wound, don't touch the water these few days, and take the medicine on time, the dosage has been written on it."

As he spoke, he put a bag of medicine in his hand on the table.

"Young master, there is nothing else, so let's retreat first?"

Long Beijue hummed lightly, and the team doctors left quickly.

If they didn't leave, they were afraid of being stuffed to death with dog food.

Outside, seeing the team doctors coming out, Mrs. Long and her party immediately went up to meet them.

"How about it?"

"The young master is fine, all we need to do is recuperate." The team doctor said.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's fine." Mrs. Long's heart finally fell to the ground, with a gentle smile on her face.

"You guys have worked hard, but just in case, I'd like to trouble you to stay in the mansion for one night."

The team doctors understood and said hello.

"Gu Rong, prepare the guest room and let everyone have a good rest." Mrs. Long said.

"Yes." Saying that, Rong Gu looked at the three team doctors, "You guys, please follow me."

"It's work."

The team doctors left, and the corridor became quiet.

Long Beijue raised his head, and pressed his cool palm against his forehead.

"Why are your hands so cold?" He frowned, looking at her with concern.

Qiao Luo is helpless, is it the point that her hands are cold?

Sighing, she softened her eyes, "I still have a low fever, are you hungry?"

Long Beijue shook his head, wrapping his scarred arm around her waist.

"I want to go back to my room to wash and change clothes."

Qiao Luo said, "Be careful of the injuries on your hands."

Taking his hand away, she turned around and pushed the wheelchair, "Can you come down?"

Although his upper body was seriously injured, it did not prevent him from moving.

Long Beijue put his legs on the ground, supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and used his strength to move his legs.

"Underestimate your husband?"

Qiao Luo glanced at him, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and his expression became tense.

She took a step forward, carefully pulling his arm over her shoulder.

He also said that she was stubborn, but he was also trying to be brave.

Thinking of this, she was annoyed and distressed, but her face was still as calm as water.

Long Beijue got into the wheelchair and grabbed that little hand as white as jade.

His voice was low and gentle, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"That's it."

"..."

Long Beijue took her hand to his heart, "Whenever you get angry, it hurts here."

Qiao Luo lowered his head, met his smiling eyebrows, and lost all temper.

The stern face failed again, afraid of touching his wound, she froze her hands and did not dare to move, "You are like this, how can I push the wheelchair?"

Before the words were finished, a group of people broke in from outside.

The eyes gathered together, with surprise and embarrassment.

Wan Chu looked at Qiao Luo and smiled ambiguously, "It seems that our worries are unnecessary. With his wife here, Young Master Long will heal from all injuries."

Qiao Luo, "..."

A figure jumped over, it was Long Yi'an.

He squatted in front of Long Beijue, his clear eyes were reddish, showing signs of crying.

Touching the bandage on Long Beijue's body, he pouted, "Brother, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's just a small injury." Long Beijue reached out and patted his shoulder, "Why are you crying, go back to sleep quickly."

After saying that, Long Yi'an sucked his nose, and the tears that had been suppressed with great difficulty spewed out again.

The cry was earth-shattering.

Everyone was taken aback, what was the point of crying?

"Brother, I thought you were going to die just now..."

Long Yi'an cried and said, "If you die, no one will want me, I..."

Long Beijue's head hurt from howling, he stretched out a finger to his forehead, "Stop."

The crying stopped abruptly, Long Yi'an's face was covered with tears, and his eyelashes were still stained with moisture.

Long Beijue wanted to laugh inexplicably, and comforted him patiently, "Brother just has a bad cold, so it's fine."

"It's getting late, go back to your room and go to sleep."

"But these bandages?"

"These are just minor scratches, and the bandages can be removed in a few days." He said calmly.

"Okay, don't stick around here, go back to your room."

Always obeying his words, Long Yi'an stood up and wiped away his tears indiscriminately.

He patted his chest, bared his teeth and said, "Brother, if anyone hurts you, just tell me and I'll beat him to death."

It was obviously a fierce expression, but somehow there was a cuteness.

The others were all amused by him, and the dull atmosphere eased a bit.

Wan Chuyi teased, "Young Master Long probably only wants Qiao Luo to take care of him, so let's break up, we should eat and sleep."

Xiaobie is better than newlyweds, so they are no longer light bulbs.

Looking at Wan Chuyi who was winking at her, Qiao Luo's lips twitched.

"..."

"It's fine." Mrs. Long looked at Long Beijue and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Just come back."

Thinking of the team doctor's advice, she urged, "It's getting late, you guys should go back to your room and rest."

"Young Madam, let me push the wheelchair." Yue Er said.

Qiao Luo said, "No need, you guys go to rest too, I'll be fine."

She reached for the blanket, shook it, and then put it on Long Beijue.

After a while, a group of people walked out of the west courtyard.

(End of this chapter)