A nurse helped her up, and Ye Weilan lay on the bedside, looking at Qi Ye who was unconscious, she trembled with her hands and wanted to gently stroke his face, but looked at his snow-white cheeks, but she didn't dare.

"Qi Ye..." she murmured.

The doctor sighed: "Don't worry, young lady, the young master's injury did not hurt the vital points, the bullet has been taken out, and it will be fine after a while of cultivation."

"He's fine..."

"It's okay..." the doctor said warmly: "Young Master is asleep and someone needs to take care of him. Young Madam, go take a shower, change your clothes, and have a good rest to have the energy to take good care of the Young Master."

Ye Weilan looked at Qi Ye's face and made sure that her breathing was stable. She grabbed his hand and felt the familiar skin temperature, and tears fell down her face.

"I'll push the young master to the ward. Madam, you go and prepare."

Two nurses took Ye Weilan to take a shower, and Qi Ye was pushed to the ward.

Ye Weilan took a shower, changed her clothes, came to Qi Ye's bed, grabbed his hand, and then suddenly returned.

She pressed her face against his cold face and rubbed it gently: "Qi Ye..."

Qi Ye's eyelashes trembled, opened his eyes, looked at her weak face, and smiled; "Sleep with me for a while."

Ye Weilan felt completely relieved when she saw him open her eyes. She lifted the quilt, carefully avoided his wound, hugged his body, and closed her eyes.

Have a good sleep and when you wake up, everything will be fine.

She was extremely physically and mentally exhausted, and the moment she closed her eyes, she lost consciousness.

Qi Ye leaned over and pressed against her forehead, and the couple hugged each other.

This sleep lasted for a very long time.

When the sun sets, Ye Weilan regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked hazy.

Qi Ye's faint charming and lazy voice came from beside him: "I'm hungry..."

Ye Weilan immediately sat up and said, "I'll go cook."

She walked out of the room in slippers, went into the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge, stir-fry two side dishes, and brought it in.

Qi Ye sat by the bed and looked at the sunset outside the window.

Ye Weilan walked to the bed with a tray and raised the dining table. She blew the bowl twice and fed Qi Ye.

Qi Ye glanced at it and looked picky; "Hot."

Ye Weilan was stunned for a moment: "I'll try."

She drank a spoonful, scooped another spoonful, and fed it to Qi Ye.

When feeding the third spoon, Qi Ye said again: "There is no food."

Ye Weilan drank the porridge with a spoon, picked up a little kimchi and put it on it, and fed it to Qi Ye again.

Qi Ye let Ye Weilan eat half of a bowl of porridge for various reasons.

Ye Weilan put down the bowl, looked at Qi Ye, and asked nervously: "Is there anything else that is uncomfortable?"

Qi Ye looked at her for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.

He has delicate side faces, his eyelashes are longer than Barbie dolls, casting two shadows on his pale cheeks.

It is rare to bring out a few pale and fragile feeling.

"What's wrong?" Ye Weilan held his hand: "Qi Ye..."

"You have nothing to say to me?" Qi Ye didn't look back.

Ye Weilan whispered: "There are, there are a lot."

Qi Ye raised his hand and put his arms around her shoulders and carried Ye Weilan into his arms.

Ye Weilan lay on his shoulder and cried and said, "Don't punish me with the means to hurt yourself, I will go crazy..."

If someone you love deeply, you will suffer ten times as much pain when you hurt your partner.

Even if Qi Ye was angry, she wouldn't feel so heartbroken.

Qi Ye looked at her pale cheeks: "I want to hear the most, not this."
Chapter completed!