"Did your hand get hurt before?" Shen Yuzhe grabbed her wrist and looked at it from left to right.
"Yeah, it was injured by soone before." Ye Ranran spoke lightly.
Shen Yuzhe looked at her as if she was crazy: "You really are crazy."
He squeezed it on the left, looked at it on the right, and finally concluded: "It’s nothing much, I’ll give you acupuncture."
"Can we not do acupuncture?" Can’t I just take so dicine, or get an injection? Why acupuncture?
Shen Yuzhe casually looked at her: "Then I can’t help you."
She had a pulled muscle, so she needed acupuncture. Of course, normal people wouldn’t need this hassle, and would recover with a few days’ rest, but her hand already had an old injury.
If it wasn’t treated in ti, the old injury might recur, and her entire arm would truly beco useless.
Shen Yuzhe naturally knew what she did for a living. Without her right hand, what would she do in the future? Learn to use her left? But then, how many years would that take?
"Then fine." Ye Ranran’s face fell: "Don’t tell my husband."
"That won’t do, the young master would get angry."
Jun Mochan, when angry, could kill with his eyes alone, even without saying a word.
Facing his rage truly requires courage, and Shen Yuzhe felt he didn’t have the nerve for it.
"I’ll get mad too if you tell him." Ye Ranran also tried to express her own anger.
But after carefully considering, Shen Yuzhe felt that Jun Mochan was more terrifying, and decided he should tell him, just secretly.
So verbally, he still agreed with Ye Ranran.
While Shen Yuzhe was inserting needles into Ye Ranran’s arm, Luo Qi made a call.
She had been busy to the point of exhaustion, and her work had finally co to a temporary halt. She decided to visit Lin Yan’s workplace tomorrow.
"Ranran, you think it’s really okay for to go like this?" Luo Qi was very nervous.
Honestly, if Lin Yan didn’t trust her, she would be very angry, but without going, she always had this nagging doubt.
She really wanted to trust him, but was afraid of over-trusting.
Luo Qi was sowhat disgusted with herself. When did she beco so hesitant and unable to let go?
"What’s the problem? Just finish work early tomorrow, and give him a surprise." Ye Ranran sat on the hospital bed, swinging her feet.
Watching her like that, Shen Yuzhe’s mouth twitched; he really didn’t want to stay there with her, but he was also worried that sothing might happen to her.
After all, the young master’s precious girl isn’t exactly a quiet woman.
It was because of Jun Mochan’s attitude that everyone spoiled her.
He felt truly forced.
But she swung her foot too hard, accidentally driving the needle deeper into her arm, and Ye Ranran almost burst into tears from the pain.
She looked at Shen Yuzhe through tear-blurred eyes.
"Serves you right." Shen Yuzhe silently mouthed these two words at her, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.
He was not Jun Mochan, naturally, he wouldn’t pity her.
Ye Ranran defiantly shook her foot at him, and Shen Yuzhe turned away.
He wasn’t as childish as she was.
"Surprise?" Luo Qi repeated: "Should I buy so gifts to take with ?"
"Two portions of pastries. You’ll be hungry after work, then go for a al, have a date, spend the night in a hotel, and sweetly enjoy each other’s company, then everything will fall into place."
That was reliable advice at the beginning, but what was with the ending? Luo Qi couldn’t understand and hung up.
She looked in the mirror at her own blushing face, rubbed it hard, only to find it turned even redder.
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