Qi Hanchuan stopped cleaning up, and took out a brand new urinal.

"I don't need this." Yu Qiongzhi couldn't hide her disgust: "I'm going to the toilet."

picky.

Qi Hanchuan stuffed things back under the bed, removed the small table, and pushed the wheelchair to the front of the hospital bed. Looking at Yu Qiongzhi, who had endured a little hard work, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Did Mr. Yu come up by himself, or...?"

Yu Qiongzhi pursed his lips tightly, apparently thinking of what he said just now, but he couldn't slowly try to get into the wheelchair now, it's already pretty good to be able to hold on till now after drinking so much hot water.

"Special circumstances." Yu Qiongzhi couldn't help urging: "Hurry up."

Qi Hanchuan didn't dawdle, he easily picked up the young man by the waist, and strode into the bathroom.

The man's arms are steady and strong, and the embrace exudes a warm breath, without any bumps, full of reassuring sense of security.

This time was not as short as last time. Yu Qiongzhi was stunned for a moment. He had never been in such close contact with a person. He was still in this posture. He was stiff and uncomfortable. He moved awkwardly and asked with a frown: "Why not use a wheelchair?"

"Don't you want to be fast?" Qi Hanchuan said lightly.

Yu Qiongzhi choked.

Handrails were installed in the bathroom to facilitate the handicapped. Before Qi Hanchuan could open his mouth, the young man in his arms struggled to get down, holding on to the handrails and insisting that he could go out.

It's just to put water, everyone is a man, besides, he is a nurse now, this kind of thing will happen more in the future, what is Yu Qiongzhi awkward about?

Qi Hanchuan can only be attributed to Yu Qiongzhi's self-esteem.

He retreated to the door, turned his back on Yu Qiongzhi, and didn't go out completely.

After listening to the sound, before Qi Hanchuan turned around, he heard a loud "bang".

He turned his head and saw the young man who fell to the ground, with his head down, motionless, staring at his legs, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a dull gray mist.

Seeing the way he fell, Qi Hanchuan probably wanted to try walking.

Qi Hanchuan frowned, stepped forward quickly, and checked whether Xiayu Qiongzhi was injured, and as expected, he saw his leg convulsing slightly, and there was a trace of blood on his palm.

Like a fingernail.

Without saying a word, Qi Hanchuan carried the man to the sink, wrapped his arm around him, and grabbed the young man's palm with the other hand to wash.

The cold water washed the palm of his hand, and Yu Qiongzhi suddenly came back to his senses. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was forcibly grabbed.

"I know you want to stand up." Qi Hanchuan frowned, and washed his hands carefully, the lines of his face were slightly cold, but his movements were very delicate.

"You just finished the operation, and your legs are still recovering. You have to wait a month before you try to recover. If you act too hastily, it will cause secondary injury."

It's not that Qi Hanchuan doesn't know that Yu Qiongzhi doesn't want to recover at all, but he also knows that he can't stimulate people anymore.If it was someone else, he wouldn't even look at such a person who didn't care about his body, let alone calm down patiently, but Yu Qiongzhi was his task target.

Yu Qiongzhi's brows were tightly locked, and a hint of sarcasm was drawn on the corner of her lips: "Rehabilitation? My legs are useless, do I still need to recover?"

The moment he stood up while leaning on the railing, he had an illusion that he could stand up.

So he took a step forward, and then fell hard.

Yu Qiongzhi raised her eyelids, her eyes glanced at the handsome man in the mirror who bowed his head to wash his hands, and stopped at the pair of straight long legs wrapped under suit pants, wondering what he was thinking.

The ankle was suddenly grasped by the water-stained hand, and Yu Qiongzhi was hit by ice, and his unhappy mood suddenly worsened, and he couldn't hide his anger and glared at the culprit.

"Isn't this still a little feeling?" Qi Hanchuan calmly withdrew his hand, wiped his hands with a piece of paper, and then dried Yu Qiongzhi's hands. The latter froze for a moment, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Qi Hanchuan didn't care, picked him up again, walked to the hospital bed, and said calmly: "If you feel it, there is hope. The doctor didn't say that your leg is useless. In the future, work hard to recover, and you will stand up one day."

It is true that Yu Qiongzhi's legs are not completely disabled now. What really made him die in depression was after he suffered a second injury and was forced to amputate his legs.

In the previous world line, Yu Qiongzhi was killed just as soon as he regained his composure. The other party wanted to kill him, and brutally crushed him physically and mentally step by step.

After the amputation, Yu Qiongzhi suffered from serious mental illness, and it became even more difficult to take care of herself. In addition, everyone around her was taken advantage of to eradicate, which led to a tragic ending.

"Will it...?" Yu Qiongzhi murmured.

"Yes." Qi Hanchuan gave him an affirmative answer, his voice was mellow and textured, with convincing power.

Yu Qiongzhi huddled in his arms, her heart beating violently for a moment because of the certainty, and when she raised her head, she could only see the man's smooth jaw.

Tucking the silent young man back into the quilt, and covered the quilt, Qi Hanchuan held a small table with rice and asked, "Are you still eating?"

Yu Qiongzhi turned her back to him, pulled the quilt, her voice was muffled in the quilt, and she couldn't hear clearly: "I don't want to eat."

Qi Hanchuan simply took away the bowls and chopsticks, went out for a while, and when he came back, he opened his slightly wide eyes to the young man who turned back, and said calmly, "Mr. Yu, you said you don't want to eat."

"I didn't say I wanted to eat." Yu Qiongzhi withdrew his gaze, he was a little curious as to why this man had been out for so long.

Qi Hanchuan took out a Band-Aid from his bag and handed it to Yu Qiongzhi: "Put it on."

Yu Qiongzhi didn't realize it: "Where to post it?"

Qi Hanchuan: "Hand."

Yu Qiongzhi looked down and found a crescent-shaped shallow wound on his palm, but he didn't notice it himself. It was just a small wound, and if this person came back later, he would have healed.

He looked at the calm Qi Hanchuan in surprise, then looked away, dawdled for a while, and then posted it, let's take it as this person's apology for his rudeness just now.

"You've been out for so long to buy this for me?" Yu Qiongzhi asked after posting it.

"More than that." Qi Hanchuan gave Yu Qiongzhi a look at the bag of medicines he had just bought, and felt that Yu Qiongzhi's stubborn temper would be used frequently in the future, so he bought a spare first.

Yu Qiongzhi didn't know what he was thinking, and his complexion improved more than a little. He stroked the band-aid, thought for a while, and pretended to be plain and reluctantly boasted: "Now you look a little professional, and I will give you a raise."

Qi Hanchuan had no intention of being promoted and raising his salary, so he added it as soon as he got it. He put the medicine in the drawer, noticed that Yu Qiongzhi's cell phone vibrated, and glanced at it calmly.

After Yu Qiongzhi saw the message on the phone, as he expected, his eyes that had been smiling just now froze, showing a bit of disbelief.

After a long while, the young man turned off his mobile phone, his expression was terribly gloomy, his aura was suppressed, and his eyes were full of forbearance and gloom.

He sent a message to someone, then took the notebook and put it on his lap, fingers flying, not knowing what he was doing.

Qi Hanchuan withdrew his gaze, sat aside, and took the mobile phone to send the final payment to the person he ordered on the other end.

Of course, he not only went out to buy medicine, but also found someone by the way and told Yu Qiongzhi something.

Yu Qiongzhi still only suspects that it was not a simple car accident. After all, it was too coincidental, but he doesn't know who is behind it. If he can know the real culprit in advance, he can also be prepared.

Not long after, He Chang quickly came over. Yu Qiongzhi glanced at Qi Hanchuan, paused, and before he could speak, Qi Hanchuan had already got up, and went outside the door tactfully, and entered the ward after the people inside finished talking and left.

Yu Qiongzhi was half leaning against the wall, with her hands resting on the notebook, her eyes half closed, wondering what she was thinking.

Seeing Qi Hanchuan, her pitch-black eyelashes quivered slightly like butterfly wings, and Yu Qiongzhi looked at him with deep eyes, as if she could see through everything.

His voice was very soft, like he was muttering casually, but also like he was asking seriously, with a little uncertain temptation hidden: "Qi Hanchuan, can I trust you?"

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