Hypoxia

Chapter 29
After Aunt Zhang changed the sheets, she turned around and looked at Tang Wu who was sitting on the ground, and bent over: "Miss Tang, the bed is made, the injury on your foot..."

"It's okay, you can go out." Tang Wu stood up while supporting the wall, jumped to the edge of the bed, rolled on the bed, turned her back to Aunt Zhang, and flipped through her mobile phone.

Aunt Zhang walked out silently and closed the door for her.

Within a few minutes, the door was knocked again, and Tang Wu lifted the quilt: "What's the matter?"

"Miss Tang, the doctor is here." Aunt Zhang said standing outside the door.

Tang Wu got up from the bed, straightened her hair, and said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Aunt Zhang walked in with a doctor in a white coat, and said, "Miss Tang, the doctor is here to bandage your wound."

"Oh," Tang Wu stretched out her foot, paused, and asked, "Where is the doctor?"

Aunt Zhang was stunned: "Didn't Miss Tang call the doctor?"

Tang Wu was also stunned, and suddenly grinned, if it wasn't her, or Aunt Zhang, then there would be only one person left, and some people were just stubborn.

Tang Wuwo sat on the bed and enjoyed the service with peace of mind. After the doctor finished bandaging, she politely thanked her, and her originally gloomy mood suddenly improved.

Seeing Tang Wu's smiling face, Aunt Zhang immediately said, "Miss Tang, the studio that Mr. asked someone to prepare for you is upstairs, do you want to go and see it now?"

"Studio?" Tang Wu was stunned, when did she want a studio?
Aunt Zhang nodded and pointed upstairs: "When you were in the hospital, my husband said that you wanted to paint when you came back, so someone ordered a batch of painting utensils for the upstairs room."

Tang Wu suddenly remembered that she told Huo Yunshen that the hospital didn't have a paintbrush, so she couldn't draw a manuscript and couldn't participate in the design competition.

She jumped off the bed, leaning against the wall and padding the bandaged foot, walked with a limp, and moved upstairs.

Pushing open the door, there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, which is enough to overlook the entire garden downstairs. There are two easels in the studio, and some fabrics are placed on the operating table next to it. The tools are complete, and everything Tang Wu can think of is here. up.

It was rare for Tang Wu to smile from the bottom of her heart. Her mouth was grinning, her brows and eyes were curved, she didn't look like her usual coquettish look, but she was rather cute and cute.

She walked to the easel, sat on the chair, picked up the paintbrush, Aunt Zhang retreated with a wink, only brought a glass of water, and never bothered her again.

Tang Wu hasn't touched a paintbrush for a long time, but her biggest dream is to paint a paintbrush. She wants her design to be a finished product.

This design competition is the best opportunity. The champion of Baihua's designer will definitely shine in the clothing industry and attract investors. One day, she will stand out and have clothes designed by herself.

Thinking of the days of being bullied and being expelled from the university, Tang Wu's eyes darkened. That was the greatest shame in her life, and it would definitely be the biggest stumbling block in this design competition.

Once the thoughts are together, she can't stop. Her mind is chaotic, and the drafts she draws are more gloomy and dark. Such a design is bound to be impossible to get out.

Tang Wu stood up, looked at her watch, it was already three o'clock in the morning, she leaned on the wall and moved back to the room, fell asleep.

In a daze, she felt a warm embrace beside her. She didn't know whether it was a dream or reality, but instinctively arched forward, nestled in and fell asleep with peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)