Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

Zhanjue clutched his stomach and wiped it clean with a tissue.

The subordinate's concerned voice came from the headset:
"Third Master, are you okay? I'll arrange for a doctor to come in immediately!"

"No need!" Zhanjue refused coldly.

He knows Su Qiao too well, and Su Qiao has been looking for a breakthrough for the past two days.

Whenever someone comes in, it will create more hidden dangers.

He only hoped to maintain the status quo and not give Su Qiao any chance of escaping!
The Warlord sternly ordered: "Remember, no matter what the situation, no one is allowed to open the door without my order!"

After finishing the communication, he looked for medicine in the medicine cabinet.

Commonly used stomach medicines are available, he poured water for himself, and swallowed with his head raised.

But the effect of the medicine was not so fast, and the stomach was still bursting with severe pain.

The bathroom was clean, not even a stool.

He could only sit on the ground outside the bathtub, with his back against the bathtub, to relieve the discomfort in his stomach.

But it took a long time to ease the severe pain, and the skin all over the body felt uncomfortable again.

Zhan Jue looked down and found patches of red rashes on the back of his hands, arms and other skin, which were swollen and itchy.

It's an allergy.

He is allergic to chili since he was a child and has never eaten so much chili.

It's terrifying!

Zhan Jue raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt, and saw mottled red marks all over his fair and firm skin.

He took a stick of ointment from the medicine cabinet and applied it himself.

The ointment cools the skin a lot.

But the front was okay, but there were bursts of scorching and burning pain in the back, but his hands couldn't turn around.

I can only turn sideways as much as possible and give myself medicine as much as possible.

In the empty bathroom, it took him nearly an hour to apply the medicine for himself.

When he walked out of the bathroom again, his shirt was neat and he didn't look in the slightest distress.

But Su Qiao was already in the master bedroom and closed the door from the inside, cutting off any possibility with him.

Zhan Jue's eyes darkened and gradually became extremely deep.

He went to the balcony and closed the balcony door again.

The first is sound insulation, and the second is...

Anyway, there was nothing he could do tonight, so he simply let her sleep more peacefully.

Zhan Jue glanced at the direction of the bedroom and made sure that Su Qiao hadn't come out, so he took out his mobile phone and sent the command:
"Prepare immediately, it must be completed within two days!"

"Yes."

That night, Zhanjue slept on the balcony all night again.

The dew soaked his clothes, and the temperature was very low.

Early the next morning, he woke up with a severe pain in his throat, his skin was itchy and sore, and his body temperature was very high.

He wanted to get some medicine, but looking in the direction of the master bedroom, Su Qiao was still awake.

After all, he didn't make any sound, just sat on the balcony and waited.

The balcony door really couldn't be easily opened from the outside.

Even if it is opened destructively, it will make Su Qiao feel insecure in the future...

Su Qiao fell asleep for a long time.

Last night, she was planning all kinds of possibilities in her mind, and she didn't fall asleep until five o'clock in the morning.

This sleep, I slept for a full five hours, and didn't wake up until ten o'clock.

When she got up and went out, she saw the Zhanjue lying on the balcony outside again.

The sun shone on him, but there was still an indelible darkness and depth around him.

That face seems to be a little... abnormal...

Su Qiao opened the door for him, and when he wanted to explore, Zhan Jue had already got up and strode towards the bathroom.

The door also slammed shut and locked.

She frowned, but didn't care.

No matter what happened to the Zhanjue, it had nothing to do with her.

She needs to have a good talk with him today, and she can't go on like this.

in the bathroom.

After Zhan Jue went in, he immediately took stomach medicine and took some antipyretics.

Maybe it was because of taking too much medicine, the already fragile stomach suddenly felt a burst of sharp pain, and the throat was even more fishy and sweet.

He sat on the ground in pain, his face was extremely pale, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.

In addition to the fever, the brain was a little dizzy, all skin allergies were induced, and large areas of red rash crawled out.

Stomach pain, fever, and allergies...

The Warlord cursed in a low voice, damn it!
Supporting his uncomfortable body, he reached out to try to get the ointment in the medicine cabinet.

But there was another violent convulsion and colic in the abdomen, and as he waved his hand, the medicine box fell to the ground with a "bang", and many things inside burst and spilled all over the floor.

Su Qiao outside heard the movement and frowned.

She still asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

The warlord's voice tried to be calm.

He picked up stomach medicine among a pile of waste.

If one pill doesn't work, take two more.

Without water, just swallow it dry.

Strong painkillers finally calmed him down gradually.

He packed the medicine box, arranged his clothes, and made sure that there were no flaws before he stepped out.

But before he reached the door, his head felt dizzy...

"Boom!"

He fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Su Qiao outside heard the movement, and tentatively called out twice:

"Battlelord?"

But no one responded, and it was quiet inside.

Su Qiao realized that something might have happened inside. Although she didn't want to worry about Zhan Jue, if something happened to Zhan Jue, she wouldn't even think about leaving here safely.

She could only look around, found a wire in the house, and stepped forward to turn the door lock.

With a few clicks, the lock opened.

Su Qiao pushed open the door, and saw Zhan Jue fell on the ground, his face was terribly pale.

She walked over quickly and squatted down, took his pulse, and probed his forehead, and the center of her brows suddenly furrowed.

I had a fever, stomach attack with bleeding, very serious, and severe skin allergies.

This situation must be first aid as soon as possible!

Su Qiao knew that there was a monitor in the room, so she helped Zhan Jue out and put him on the sofa.

Keenly found the position of the camera, and said to the monitor:
"Your third master fainted, you must send him to the first aid as soon as possible!"

The person on the monitoring side saw the picture, of course they also wanted to save people, but Third Master Zhan had ordered that no matter what, the door could not be opened, and Su Qiao could not be given any opportunity!

He could only arrange for someone to deliver the medicine.

Soon, the window on that door opened, someone handed in various medicines, and ordered in a cold voice:

"You are also a doctor, treat the third master immediately! If something happens to the third master, Jiang Si will be buried with the third master!"

After Yang spoke, the man closed the window.

Su Qiao: ...

He had no choice but to walk over to pick up the medicine, professionally infuse Zhan Jue, and at the same time put a fever-reducing high-efficiency sticker on his forehead.

Zhan Jue fell asleep, his face was extremely pale, and his brows were slightly frowned, obviously in great pain.

With the input of the liquid, the complexion gradually eased, and the brows relaxed.

In the afternoon, he opened his eyelids weakly, and saw Su Qiao sitting on the single sofa not far away, as if she was accompanying him.

There was a rare sense of relief in his eyes, and he just looked at her quietly.

Su Qiao noticed his gaze and raised her eyes to look at him.

She asked coldly: "Zhanjue, do you really think this kind of life is interesting?
You are also an adult, and you should know a lot of truths. If you don’t love, you don’t love. No matter how much you do, even if you look like this, it’s meaningless to me.

In fact, we can be friends and try to get along peacefully..."

"friend?"

Zhan Jue suddenly sneered bitterly, and after a "huh", he said indifferently:
"I, the Warlord, have not had any friends since the age of six."

Su Qiao frowned, when she was six years old?
What happened to him and Zhan Shen when he was six years old?
The Zhanjue saw her curiosity, and said rarely: