After using medicine, Fu Fengcheng's pain gradually eased a little and slowly fell asleep. Leng Sa couldn't help frowning as Fu Fengcheng's left leg, which was wrapped in gauze and still had blood seeping.

Pick up the bottle and prescription next to it and look carefully. They are actually some analgesic, anti-inflammatory and inhibiting infection.

Leng Sa knew that if the bullet on his leg was not taken out, these medicines were likely not very useful. Unless Fu Fengcheng's body completely adapted to the existence of the bullet, as long as the bullet was still there, the injury might continue to be repeated infection and worsening. Maybe Fu Fengcheng would die once.

In fact, it is quite surprising that Fu Fengcheng can be in peace with this bullet in the past few months.

"Mrs. Young Madam." The door of the ward was pushed open from outside, and Lan Jing came in with a lot of things and followed Xiao Yiran behind her.

Fu Fengcheng lives in an independent ward in the hospital, and he is the only patient on the entire floor of the top floor of the hospital.

Lan Jing put down the things she brought one by one, and Xiao Yiran walked directly to the hospital bed, looked at the sleepy Fu Fengcheng and frowned, "Why did it suddenly become so serious?"

Leng Sa shook his head, "I don't know, the doctor said that the old injury suddenly worsened."

Xiao Yiran looked at her, "I have asked my father to immediately invite several famous doctors and imperial doctors from the capital to go south."

Leng Sa pulled the corner of her lips slightly and said, "Thank you, the third prince."

Xiao Yiran waved his hand. If he were to make fun of him, he would definitely make a few jokes, but he couldn't say anything about Fu Fengcheng's joking look.

He had to sigh lightly and said, "Don't worry, Fu Fengcheng is a man who is lucky and will not die."

"Well, I think so."

Fu Fengcheng fell asleep, and Xiao Yiran left quickly without staying for a long time.

Lan Jing looked at Leng Sa and whispered, "Mrs. Young Master, please rest for a while, I'll look at the eldest master."

Leng Sa shook his head, "It's still early and I can't sleep. I'll sit here for a while and have a rest."

Lan Jing nodded and stepped back slowly.

When Fu Fengcheng woke up, the room was quiet and a little dim, with only a desk lamp on the head of the bed.

Turning his head, he saw Leng Sa sitting beside the bed and sleeping against the chair. Under the yellow light, she frowned slightly, as if something was troubled by her dream.

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly. The area where the leg injured was still hurt, but it was not as severe as it was in the afternoon. Fu Fengcheng had already been used to such pain a few months ago.

Just thinking about his embarrassed look in front of Leng Sa in the afternoon made him feel a little angry.

Before Fu Fengcheng could do anything, Leng Sa had already opened her eyes and sat up, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Fu Fengcheng said: "It's okay, thank you for your hard work, Mrs.

I looked at the clock on the wall and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

Mr. Fu’s ward is a very spacious suite, and in order to facilitate the nearby care of patients, there is also a sofa in the room where people can lie down and rest.

Even if not, the hospital bed is enough to accommodate two people with a double bed.

Leng Sa shook his head and said, "I accidentally fell asleep after looking at the things." He picked up the file that had fallen from his hands when he was asleep from the ground and put it on the table. Leng Sa stood up and said, "There is porridge outside, I'll take it over. I'll be here tonight. Xia Wei'an and Yuan Ying will come here tomorrow morning."

It’s not that no one else can take care of Mr. Fu, but for safety reasons, both Xu Shaoming and Xia Weian believe that people who cannot trust cannot approach Fu Fengcheng in this situation.

After all, Master Fu was assassinated just a few days ago, so it is hard to say whether those people will take the opportunity to take action in the current situation.

Fu Fengcheng shook his head and said, "Don't be so nervous, I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Leng Sa looked back at him, "Fu Fengcheng, you are a patient now, and the doctor has the final say when you will be discharged."

Fu Fengcheng smiled softly, "Is it useful to live in the hospital?"

He looked at the various medicines scattered by the table. Fu Fengcheng reached out and pulled up a bottle and said, "It's no different from the medicine I used before, or if I can't hold on anymore, I will just cut off my leg and I won't have to worry about these things anymore."

He had a casual smile on his face, but Leng Sa looked deep coldness and anger from his eyes.

This anger was not for her, nor for anyone, and Leng Sa didn't know who it was for.

Lan Jing, who was staying outside, quickly brought a hot porridge.

Leng Sa walked back to the bed with the porridge. After a while, Fu Fengcheng had calmed down, as if the trace of anger just now was Leng Sa's mistaken view.

"Do you need me to feed you?" Leng Sa asked, holding Fu Fengcheng and sat up, erecting the pillow behind him.

Fu Fengcheng was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry, Madam."

"..." He is a patient.

Leng Sa picked up the porridge and picked up the spoon, and patiently fed Mr. Fu to dinner.

Fu Fengcheng obviously didn't expect that Leng Sa didn't argue with him but actually fed him porridge. He was stunned for a moment before bowing his head to eat the hot porridge that was feeding to his mouth.

I just didn't know what I thought of, but my mood became worse as I ate.

Leng Sa calmly pretended that she didn't see it. Is it really okay for Mr. Fu to show off such joy and anger?

After drinking the porridge, Leng Sa packed the bowl and took it out for Lan Jing to tell her to rest early, and brought a glass of water back to the room. She put the cup of water on the table and said softly, "Stay for a while and take the medicine."

Fu Fengcheng picked up the water cup without saying a word and swallowed the medicine. He had taken this medicine for a long time before, and even knew the amount of medicine he used clearly.

Leng Sa knew he was in a bad mood. Although he didn't know where he was poking him again, it was unlikely that his mood would be better in the current situation no matter what, right?

But Leng Sa is indeed not a person who can comfort people. She is even a little uncertain whether to comfort Fu Fengcheng or make him even more angry if she spoke. In the end, she had to decide whether to shut up.

As a result, the atmosphere in the ward became more and more low. Even if the lights make the ward bright as daylight, it cannot make people feel the slightest warmth.

Leng Sa thought about whether to find someone with a more lively personality to take care of Fu Fengcheng? But safety is one aspect, and in addition... she doubted how many people could become lively in front of Fu Fengcheng.

"What if I die, what will my wife do?" Fu Fengcheng suddenly asked.

Leng Sa was stunned and looked up at Fu Fengcheng.

"Why did you suddenly remember to ask this question?" After a while, Leng Sa said a little confused.

Fu Fengcheng curled the corners of his lips slightly, "Isn't this a very realistic problem? I am indeed likely to die at any time. Even if I choose to amputate my limbs, there is still a high chance of dying. Hasn't my wife considered these issues?"

Leng Sa sat beside the bed and looked at him, "Then have you considered amputation?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, but Leng Sa heard very firmness and determination from it.

Leng Sa said: "What if you only have amputation, you can survive 100%?"

Fu Fengcheng sneered and said, "No."

Leng Sa sighed lightly, leaned over and looked at Fu Fengcheng and said, "Fu Fengcheng, you have too high demands on yourself. You can't accept that you are imperfect, even if you will lose your life for it?"

Fu Fengcheng remained silent and said coldly, "If you die... there will be nothing left. Do you want your plans and ambitions?"

Fu Fengcheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Leng Sa frowned slightly and was worried that he could press his left leg and could only support the bed with one hand, "What are you doing?"

Fu Fengcheng's voice was low, "Do you really don't understand? If I really had one leg missing, no one would want me to stand up again."

"Why?" Leng Sa asked.

"Because... people can accept that Fu Fengcheng is disabled, but they will not accept that Fu Fengcheng is disabled." Fu Fengcheng whispered in her ear.

Leng Sa shook his head, "I really can't understand your theory. There is no need to give up so quickly. Maybe there is another way. But... I hope that if you really need to make a choice, you can think about it carefully. I know you are not afraid of death, but what can you get after death? Do you have any remaining dignity?"

Fu Fengcheng suddenly reached out and pinched her slender neck, but Leng Sa did not fight back this time because she did not feel murderous intent or danger.

Sure enough, Fu Fengcheng did not exert force, and his slightly cool fingers gently slid across her fair and slender neck. Fu Fengcheng slowly approached, and a slightly hot breath sprayed on the edge of her neck.

Leng Sa wanted to get up uncomfortable, and Fu Fengcheng held her waist with his other hand, "Don't move."

"What are you going to do?" Leng Sa said with a slightly frown.

Fu Fengcheng groaned and leaned against her shoulder. Leng Sa obviously felt his hand on his waist tightly clenched without control.

"It hurts again? Don't move me and I'll call the doctor!"

"Don't move!" Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, leaning against Leng Sa's shoulder for a long time without saying a word.

Leng Sa maintained this awkward posture and felt that she was almost stiff. Then she heard Fu Fengcheng breathe a sigh of relief, and the strength in her hands also relaxed.

Fu Fengcheng raised his head and looked at her, and there seemed to be a storm in his deep eyes.

"A few months ago, I was back and forth in such numbness and sudden severe pain every day, but for me... the worst thing is not such pain, but if there is no pain at all."

Leng Sa sighed softly and said softly: "I understand, but..."

"You don't understand." Fu Fengcheng interrupted her, "People who have never lost will never understand."

"Fu Fengcheng." Leng Sa stared at him and said seriously: "If things can be changed, try to change. If they can't change, accept calmly. You are not the kind of person who is mentally weak and unable to accept reality. I also know that even if you really don't have a leg, you can still step on everyone. So, why... you want to bet on your life like this?"

At first, a doctor must have proposed amputation, because even if you find a Chinese player, it is not guaranteed to be cured successfully. The injury may deteriorate at any time. Fu Fengcheng may die once.

But neither Fu Governor Fu nor Fu Fengcheng would accept this suggestion.

The last time Fu Fengcheng won the bet, what about this time?

Fu Fengcheng did not answer her question, and his eyes slipped from her face to the edge of her neck casually.

He was leaning there just now, intending to absorb her warmth and persevere through the mad pain that makes people want to be crazy.

Fu Fengcheng's hand pinched her neck again, and the murderous intent appeared in an instant.

Leng Sa's eyes narrowed, and he was about to raise his hand to fight back, but he had already relaxed his strength.

He approached Leng Sa's ear and whispered, "Leng Mingyue, if I really want to die, remember to escape before I die."

After saying this, Fu Fengcheng let go of his hand and leaned back to the head of the bed to close his eyes to rest.

Leng Sa looked at his calm face, but he took a breath of coldness in his heart.

Perhaps no one has discovered that there is another sequelae than the leg injury of Fu Fengcheng.

ptsd - Post-traumatic stress disorder.
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