Ying Shao is a Girl

"Chuchu, are you back?"

Ling Yiche's gentle voice was slightly hoarse because he had just woken up.

"Um……"

"Why are you sleeping here? You're not even covered with a quilt. Do you think you're in good health?"

Her voice was cold without any warmth.

Can this guy take care of himself?

She really broke a guardian's heart.

"..."

Ling Yiche lowered his head and said nothing, as if he realized that he was indeed wrong.

"what are you doing here?"

What's wrong with a patient who doesn't go back to his room to sleep but insists on staying on the sofa?

"I……"

"Waiting for Chuchu."

His bright blue eyes looked at Ying Junchu.

As time passes, day and night alternate, and no matter how beautiful the sky is, it will turn pitch black at some point.

But the young man's eyes were always blue and clear, never night.

Ying Junchu was silent for a few seconds.

"no next time."

"If you are sick, I... will be in trouble."

Her voice softened a bit, not as cold as before.

"Okay, I understand."

Ling Yiche nodded obediently, and the ends of his hair were dyed with warm orange light, glowing slightly.

"It's good to know..."

Ying Junchu's eyes fell on his neck, his deep eyes dark and unclear.

She sat next to Ling Yiche.

"Don't move, let me take a look at your wound."

She unbuttoned the top button of her white shirt.

His white neck was dotted with small wounds.

The indigo in Ling Yiche's eyes has almost dissipated, and her face is still a little pale, but it is much better than before.

Only this small, tiny wound didn't get better.

"You didn't apply any medicine?"

"..." There is no medicine.

Ling Yiche was silent and did not answer. He followed his heart.

"The doctor didn't prescribe you any medicine?"

She called her personal doctor to check on him before she left today. There was no way she didn't prescribe medicine.

If this little thing can't be done well, the personal doctor should be replaced.

"I...I didn't tell the doctor."

Ling Yiche was a little nervous and pinched the fingers of his left hand slightly with his right hand.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ying Junchu didn't understand. Why are you so coy about seeing a doctor?

"not too good……"

The wound on his neck looked like he had been bitten. How could he be so embarrassed to let others see it?

What does this make the doctor think?

An abnormal blush appeared on the young man's ears.

"..." What's so good about it?

It’s not good if you don’t see a doctor!

Ying Junchu couldn't understand what he was thinking, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Although Ling Yiche knows medical skills, it is too troublesome to go out to get medicine at night. Western medicine is more effective when applied externally.

She could only call and call the doctor again.

The doctor was very annoyed and did not dare to have an attack if the patient was not allowed to have a good rest at night.

Who dares to offend the funder’s father?

Doesn't he want to live?

It's all about having fun.

It's so hard to be a doctor.

Ying Jun never lost his temper with him at first, but just stared at him coldly.

Ling Yiche: "..."

Chuchu was unhappy again.

"Chuchu, I'm sorry..." The young man's voice was gentle and soft, and most people wouldn't have the heart to blame him.

But is Ying Junchu an ordinary person?

"It's no use telling me you're sorry."

It's you who hurt, not me.

"..."

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The doctor arrived quickly.

He was dressed in the color of night.

"Mr. Ying, do you have any orders?"

The doctor placed the medical kit he carried with him on the glass table next to the sofa.

"Well, show him the wound."

Her eyes fell on Ling Yiche's neck again.

Under Ying Junchu's cold gaze, the doctor examined Ling Yiche's wound with a calm attitude.

The doctor pushed up his small round glasses. Did he see it correctly?

Was this a bite? It doesn't look like it was bitten by an animal.

"This..." The doctor wanted to ask something else, but was interrupted by Ying Junchu's words.

"Hurry up and prescribe topical medicine."