Noticing sothing off about him, Ye Jiuliang set down the Teddy bear and took a step forward, "Li Mochan, is your hand injured?"
"I accidentally knocked it." Li Mochan’s tightly pressed thin lips gradually lost their color.
Ye Jiuliang narrowed her eyes and spoke in a calm voice, "If it’s nothing, then you should go."
Li Mochan remained silent, his legs planted firmly in place.
"Take this with you as well." Ye Jiuliang picked up the Teddy bear and handed it to him.
As Li Mochan lowered his gaze to the Teddy bear being returned to him, the piercing pain in his abdon beca more and more apparent, consuming his attention.
Everything before his eyes began to spin, and the delicate features of the girl in front of him gradually also started to blur.
Slowly, his eyes, which had concealed their radiance, closed, and his tall and slender figure tilted to the side.
"Bang—"
Panic unlike anything seen before in her eyes, Ye Jiuliang dropped the Teddy bear and rushed forward in a flash.
"Li Mochan, what’s wrong with you?" She squatted down to check on Li Mochan, reaching out to take his pulse at his wrist.
After a mont, she withdrew her hand and couldn’t help but curse softly.
He really didn’t seem to care about his life at all.
To endure such stomach pain for so long—he must be out of his mind.
She bent down, pulled his arm over her shoulder, and strenuously propped him up.
If it had been an ordinary girl, she would have been crushed by now.
So heavy.
After settling him on the sofa, she turned to find her dical kit.
Grabbing dicine, pouring water, returning to the sofa, she was faced with a tricky problem.
With him passed out, how was he supposed to take the dicine?
She sighed, crouched beside the sofa cushion, and reached out to pat Li Mochan’s face.
"Li Mochan, wake up and take the pill."
After shouting a few tis, the man lying on the sofa remained motionless.
Ye Jiuliang’s eyes shifted, and she moved closer to his ear, "Li Mochan, if you don’t wake up, I’m leaving."
Before her words ended, the man’s dark lashes trembled slightly, and his icy hand gripped her wrist.
"Not allowed." His hoarse voice sounded very weak.
Ye Jiuliang pursed her lips, helped him sit up, and stuffed the pill into his mouth, her actions far from gentle.
After feeding him the dicine, Ye Jiuliang asked, "If you’re awake, stop pretending to sleep. Where’s your phone? I’ll call Wei Bei to co pick you up."
"Didn’t bring it." Li Mochan pulled her hand to his chest and muttered with his eyes closed, "I’m tired."
"Li Mochan, why are you holding my hand if you’re tired? Let go," Ye Jiuliang said with annoyance.
In response to her, there was only silent stillness.
The man’s breathing evened out; he had been without sleep for several days, had been drinking a lot, and the dication took effect. Plus, with the little wolf cub by his side, sleepiness quickly overwheld him.
Ye Jiuliang tried to pull her wrist back with force, wanting to withdraw her hand, but she was overpowered by soone else’s strength, losing her balance and falling to the ground.
Suddenly rembering sothing, she reached for his right arm.
Rolling up the sleeve revealed a blood-stained bandage.
She frowned. Could a re knock result in this?
She reached for the dical kit with one hand, since the other was being tightly held, and naturally, treating the wound took longer with only one hand free.
After unwrapping the bandage, the inflad wound was raw and bleeding.
With just one look, Ye Jiuliang could tell it was a burn, and not just a simple knock as Li Mochan had claid.
Improperly treated burns that got wet were bound to beco inflad and bleed badly.
She searched through the dical kit, took out her homade Burn Ointnt and bandages, her movents now much gentler than before.
A short while later, after treating the wound, she had just put away the dical kit when the phone on the table rang.
She picked it up to see a strange number on the display.
She pressed the answer button, and a familiar voice reached her, Wei Bei’s call.
"Miss Ye, is my master at your place?"
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