Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting's face was blue, his thin lips pressed lightly without making a sound.

Seeing that he didn't cooperate at all, Su Xiangwan frowned, "Mu Beiting?"

Mu Beiting looked at her and was silent.

Su Xiangwan didn't want to retreat, so she looked at him like that, only feeling that his face was getting more and more ugly.

He held her little hand tighter and tighter.

Su Xiangwan was stunned and couldn't help but give birth to a guess: "Mu Beiting...Are you afraid of injections?"

Mu Beiting's face turned dark: "Shut up!"

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but chuckle, hahahaha.

She really did not expect that the rumored high-cold and domineering Mu family would be afraid of injections?

Rong Chen stood aside slowly and said, "Oh, I was afraid of injections, so let's change to physical therapy."

Mu Beiting glanced at him gloomily.

Very good, Rong Chen.

Let's settle this account slowly.

Rong Chen turned around and wrote some Chinese medicine on a piece of paper, folded it in half and handed it to Su Xiangwan: "Let someone follow the prescription, and come back and cook it three times a day."

Su Xiangwan nodded seriously, turned and ran downstairs with the prescription.

As soon as she left, Mu Beiting straightened up, his eyes were gloomy, and there was still some weakness just now.

"Tsk tusk tusk, third brother, you are really ruthless. You play with Jinwu Cangjiao!" Li Mubai raised his eyebrows, and his eyes waved in peach blossom eyes.

Rong Chen pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Fifth, let's go."

Before walking to the door, Rong Chen paused: "Don't thank me."

Mu Beiting's eyes sank, his face pale.

When Su Xiangwan came back upstairs, he ran into the two of them and left.

"That... Doctor Rong..."

"Just call me Rong Chen."

Su Xiangwan nodded: "How long will he get better?"

Rong Chen thought slightly: "It depends on the situation."

Then he added: "Fever is easy to repeat. Use white wine to wipe his palms and back, and work harder."

Su Xiangwan nodded and took note.

Li Mubai remained silent, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, seemingly smiling.

Su Xiangwan tilted his head slightly and met his gaze.

The eyes of a pair of peach blossoms are flowing, with frivolousness, more indifferent and blurred.

His gaze fell on Su Xiangwan, looking up and down with a wipe.

Su Xiangwan nodded slightly to him, instinctively that this man was too dangerous.

He was less calm than Mu Beiting, but more sharp and domineering.

After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, Li Mubai suddenly curled his lips and smiled, especially sultry: "Sister-in-law? Take good care of your third brother."

Su Xiangwan's cheeks blushed slightly, not knowing how to answer.

After Su Xiangwan returned to the room, Mu Beiting closed his eyes and leaned against the bed, looking very weak.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his eyes slightly.

Seeing her holding a bottle of liquor and gauze in her hand, she frowned.

"You refused to get an injection again. Rong Chen said he would wipe your body to cool down."

Mu Beiting frowned, but after thinking about it, his brows stretched out again.

Su Xiangwan closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed and poured some wine.

He rolled up the sleeve of his pajamas and wiped his palms vigorously.

The little plain white hand clutched his big hand tightly, and his nails were still dyed with beautiful colors, which made him like it inexplicably.

Mu Beiting's eyes were faint, just looking at her like that.

After wiping one hand, Su Xiangwan suddenly looked up at him and couldn't help but smile: "Child Mu, I found out that you not only don't like sleeping, but you are also afraid of injections?"

Mu Beiting's face became stiff.

He hummed, turned his head, and stopped talking awkwardly.