C18 What a Fortune

Twenty minutes later, Yao Qingyu appeared in the ward. She looked at Qiao Zi'ang, who had hung up the hanging water. A nurse was still at the side measuring his blood pressure. The corners of her mouth curled up, and her eyes narrowed.

"He changed so quickly?" Yao Qingyu held the breakfast in her hand and walked towards the nurse. She placed the breakfast on the table beside the bed with one hand.

The nurse's hand trembled and the automatic blood pressure device in her hand almost fell off. She bent her body and stood there stiffly.

"Continue." Qiao Zi'ang did not pay attention to Yao Qingyu.

The nurse quickly finished measuring the blood pressure, packed up, and left.

Yao Qingyu looked at the soy milk on the table and walked over. "Breakfast is ready. Here." She took out one portion from a bag and gave it to him. The other portion was her own.

Qiao Zi'ang took it. Without thinking, he picked up the soy milk and drank it. "Cough, cough, cough!" He coughed intensely and almost coughed out his lungs.

Yao Qingyu drank her own cup of soy milk and picked up his cup. She looked around and asked, "What's wrong?"

She had put almost half a glass of salt into his glass of soy milk. It would be strange if she did not die. After laughing twice, she returned to normal. Looking at the man who was still coughing, she reached out and snatched the soy milk from his hand. She patted his back. "Why are you drinking so urgently? It's not like anyone is trying to snatch it from you. "

Qiao Zi'ang was speechless. He picked up the water from the cup by the table and poured it into his mouth before spitting it out.

Yao Qingyu's figure flashed and dodged.

Then she drank a few more mouthfuls and spat it out.

"You..." Qiao Zi'ang coughed and his dark red eyes stared at her. This woman who was the main culprit, she was simply courting death!

Yao Qingyu took a few steps back. Withdrawing this man was the first choice.

"You are injured, and you are being shot with a hanging needle. Anger will hurt your body. Calm down." Yao Qingyu comforted her.

"What did you release!?" Qiao Zi'ang bit down on her words through the gaps between his teeth.

Yao Qingyu blinked her big eyes and pretended to be innocent. She waved his cup of soybean milk. "Sugar." She drank a mouthful of her soybean milk as if nothing had happened and had a satisfied look on her face.

This soybean milk was famous for being delicious, but she queued to buy it. Moreover, she kindly asked the shop owner for salt, even though everyone looked at her like they were looking at a fool...

Qiao Zi'ang was so angry that his hands trembled. "Bring it over." He pointed at the soy milk in her hand.

Bring it over? If he carried it over, wouldn't he know what tricks she had up her sleeve?

His eyes quickly turned as he carefully walked over and handed the soybean milk to him. "Ah!"

Just as the man was about to receive the big palm, her hand loosened and the soy milk fell straight into the trash can.

"My hands are slippery. Sorry, sorry. Otherwise, how about you drink mine?" She generously handed the soy milk in her hand to him.

"Is this how you take care of me?" How could he not know that this little woman was deliberately teasing him by putting salt into it.

Qiao Zi'ang did not take the soy milk from her hand again, his eyes cold.

"The soy milk is spilled. Don't be so angry. Hehe, there are other breakfast here. " Yao Qingyu pointed at the table.

She promised not to touch anything else. Looking at the man who did not believe her, she felt even more innocent.

He did not eat breakfast. He put on a stinky face as if he owed her hundreds of millions. While eating, she admired the man's ashen face. She ate happily and even ate his breakfast!

In front of him, she threw the leftovers into the rubbish bin.

Qiao Zi'ang looked at everything. He was still hungry. This woman looked relaxed and at ease. She ate and drank to her heart's content.

"Are you full?" Qiao Zi'ang pulled her with his left hand and pulled her into his embrace.

The woman who was still calm a moment ago immediately panicked and subconsciously wanted to sit up. Qiao Zi'ang lowered his head and looked at the panic of the little woman in his arms. He lowered his head and grabbed her lips.

With punishment, he bit her soft lips bit by bit. "Close your eyes."

Yao Qingyu's eyes widened and she laid on his chest. Her lips were tied by the man and she wanted to push him away but was restrained by the man's hand and could not move.

"Woman, this is the result of resisting me." The man lightly exhaled and hot air lingered around his neck, causing her to tremble.

"No, no"

"Cough, it's time to change the dressing." The attending physician held the sterile bag, and a blush quietly rose on his face.

Yao Qingyu took the opportunity to escape and lowered her head to look at the ground. At this moment, her face must be as red as a cooked prawn!

"It's time to change the medication." The doctor looked at the man with a stinky face in fear and did not dare to go forward.

Qiao Zi'ang, whose good deed had been ruined, shot his cold eyes at the doctor. "Change."

Yao Qingyu took a few deep breaths and clenched her fists to calm her mind.

The attending physician was cautious and cautious. He walked to Qiao Zi'ang as if he was walking on thin ice. He started to remove the bandages for Qiao Zi'ang bit by bit. He did not dare to breathe loudly.

Yao Qingyu walked forward. The wound on Qiao Zi'ang's back had already begun to heal, but it was still shocking.

Stinky man! Even though he was already injured to this extent, his strength was still so great! She touched her wrist. She had to take revenge for this!

The doctor followed the procedure and took out the sterile bag from the plate. It was a disinfected instrument and cloth strip. Her sharp eyes saw the alcohol on the plate.

When the doctor wiped the painless disinfectant on his back, she took the opportunity to pour the alcohol into her hand. Her eyes rippled. "Your wound..."

Yao Qingyu's white and tender fingers slowly slid towards the man's back. First it was her fingers, then it turned into a whole palm, all the way down.

"Ah!" Qiao Zi'ang growled. His left hand grabbed backwards, and Yao Qingyu's hand left his back.