Because she was addicted

The siblings were at a loss for words.

Wen Jia and Pan Mei had never had much of a relationship since childhood, so it was understandable that Pan Mei abandoned Wen Jia and ran away.

But she didn't even want her son anymore, which was completely unexpected for Wen Jia.

But facts are facts.

When Pan Mei saw the seductive man grabbing a weapon to attack Wen Zhao, she initially wanted to help, but quickly realized she was utterly futile. If she had run any slower, she would have been beaten to death as well.

Wen Zhao watched helplessly as she huddled in a corner, crying. When he turned around again, he only saw Pan Mei scrambling away.

"Perhaps she's found someone to rescue you."

Wenjia tried her best to comfort her.

But the truth is, 20 hours have passed, and the person they were looking for would have been found long ago.

"Maybe."

Wen Zhao knew that this was just a beautiful fantasy.

But he was willing to leave himself a glimmer of hope, otherwise the reality would be too cruel.

The siblings chatted for a while before Lu Chenyan came in with a dark expression.

He went out to call Lu Chuan, hoping he could find a male caregiver.

As soon as I entered the room after making the call, I saw Wen Jia and Wen Zhao huddled together, whispering to each other, looking very intimate.

Suddenly, a death stare was cast my way.

"Why are you standing so close?"

Wen Zhao was bewildered by his glare. He wasn't exactly known for his good temper either; if he weren't bedridden and unable to move, he probably would have already started a fight.

"None of your business!"

Wen Zhao was weak and listless, but his spirit was not diminished.

"whispering sound!"

Lu Chenyan rolled his eyes and walked away, returning to his own bed.

Ji Ningyu came in carrying a large bag of things.

"Miss Wen, here are the things you bought. I left them outside and brought them in for you."

Wen Jia took a look and realized it really was hers.

I was so busy talking to Wen Zhao that I didn't answer the rider's call.

"Thank you, Dr. Ji."

"You're welcome. Ms. Wen, patient in bed 35 can't eat tonight, so please eat something and get some rest. I'm on night shift tonight, so if you need anything, just come to the doctor's office to find me."

"it is good."

Wen Jia ate noodles while sitting on the cot.

Because her right hand was not convenient, she ate with her left hand.

The noodles were delicious, but there was a pair of eyes watching her the whole time she ate them. Wen Jia felt really uncomfortable, so she took the noodles outside.

When she returned, she took out a towel, toothpaste, and toothbrush from a pile of toiletries and went back to her own ward to wash them first. Then she came back to prepare to wipe Wen Zhao's face and hands.

She pulled up the isolation curtain and tried placing a washcloth on Wen Zhao's forehead.

"How's the water temperature?"

"Hmm, not too hot, just right."

"That's good. Can you turn your head to the side? I'll wipe the back of your neck..."

Before Wen Jia could finish speaking, there was a loud bang, and the partition curtain between beds 35 and 36 fell from the sky, hitting the basin on the ground with a crash, spilling water all over the floor.

Turning around, I saw Lu Chenyan standing behind me with a dark face, still holding the curtain in his hand, his fist clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand standing out.

"!!!"

Wen Zhao and Wen Jia were startled and flew into the sky.

Lu Chenyan was furious. "Wen Jia, do you really think I'm dead?!"

Wen Jia squeezed the washcloth tightly.

"It's fine if it's over, you can look at it openly if you want."

"sister……"

Wen Jia only managed to utter half a syllable of the word "sister" before she slapped a washcloth over his face and then, like a bricklayer applying plaster, meticulously cleaned every nook and cranny of his face. Afterward, she asked:

"Would you like to wipe your hands too?"

Wen Zhao was utterly flattered.

"Ah, no, no, that's alright."

He lay in bed, but Lu Chenyan's sharp gaze had killed him countless times.

Wen Jia, however, refused to let him go.

"That won't do. Here, wipe your hands too."

"That's enough!"

Lu Chenyan had been watching Wen Jia and her so-called brother "show affection" all night, and his patience had reached its limit.

With a flick of his long arm, he tossed the isolation curtain aside.

Wen Jia was lifted into the air and moved to the side by Lu Chenyan, who also snatched the handkerchief from her hand.

He stood in front of Wen Zhao and took several deep breaths before finally managing to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Thank you for saving me last night, Wen Jia. But there's a difference between men and women, so there are some things that are inconvenient. If you don't mind, I'll take care of you tonight."

Lu Chenyan's words left Wen Zhao and Wen Jia stunned.

Wen Jia had thought Lu Chenyan would drag Wen Zhao out of bed and beat her up. She never expected him to actually lower himself to take care of Wen Zhao.

Wen Zhao also understood.

So this is my brother-in-law!

It looks like they had a serious argument.

So, I'm just a part of their game?

"That's not necessary, ahhh!!!"

Before Wen Zhao could finish speaking, Lu Chenyan had already wiped his palm with the handkerchief in his hand.

It wasn't that it was gentle; it was downright brutal.

Wen Zhao had no words to express his suffering.

She screamed in agony until Lu Chenyan stopped, then finally begged in a hoarse voice.

"Big brother, I confess, I confess, okay?"

Lu Chenyan: "This is nothing, I still need to wipe your feet, don't I?"

"That's enough! I'm going to sleep."

Wen Jia couldn't bear to watch any longer.

He was the one who lied to her, and now he's the one relentlessly pursuing her.

Why did Lu Chenyan only target her?

Wen Jia pulled back the curtain, went to the nurses' station to explain the situation, and brought a mop back with her.

After tidying up, she turned off the light, pulled out the cot next to her, and lay down. With her back to Lu Chenyan, tears streamed down her face, but Wen Jia didn't move an inch.

……

The lights were turned off, and the ward quickly became quiet.

Apart from the whooshing sound from the air conditioner vents, there were no other noises.

The light from the corridor shone in, and Lu Chenyan could vaguely see the situation in the ward.

Wen Jia lay on her side on the folding bed with her back to him, her long, loose hair hanging down the side of the bed like a waterfall. She curled up her legs, hugged her chest with her arms, and was not covered by a blanket.

The air conditioning in the ward was on full blast, and even Lu Chenyan, wearing long sleeves and trousers, felt cold, let alone Wen Jia.

He lay quietly on the bed for a while.

Soon, Wen Jia's steady breathing could be heard.

He tiptoed to his feet.

Bathed in the corridor light, he saw tear tracks on Wen Jia's face. She was asleep, but her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she had a lot of unresolved worries on her mind.

Lu Chenyan felt a heart-wrenching pain.

He bent down, picked up Wen Jia, and placed her on bed number 36, covering her with a blanket. He then lay down on the cot beside her, on his side, facing Wen Jia.

……

Wen Jia was exhausted.

I don't even know how I fell asleep last night.

When she woke up and opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a pair of large, dark eyes staring right in front of her. Startled to realize that someone was lying opposite her, she widened her eyes in surprise.

Then, I saw that handsome face, the same one I saw every day when I opened my eyes.

Lu Chenyan gave a slight smile: "Good morning!"

Wen Jia's mind wasn't fully awake yet. Once she came to her senses, she immediately sat up.

Across from them, Wen Zhao was still asleep.

Lu Chenyan had already folded up the folding bed and tossed over a women's business suit.

"Get up, time for work."

Wen Jia was immediately annoyed.

"I'm injured, I need to take leave."

"No approval. The group is extremely busy right now, like it's a war zone. We just issued a notice yesterday that no one is allowed to take leave in the near future."

Lu Chenyan stood before Wen Jia's bed, reaching to tie his tie, and said coldly:

Even if you die from the illness, you still have to go to work.

He glanced at Wen Zhao's face, who was still fast asleep, out of the corner of his eye.

Want to flirt with that blond guy here?

no way!