After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Fu Yanhe supported the bed with both hands and sat up, one hand held on to Shen Yanhe's hand with scratches and pinches, and the other hand stretched towards the five directions, and lowered his voice: "Bring me the disinfectant and bandages."

Wu Fang took a quick look at the hand he was holding, obeyed the order to open the small medical box, and silently rummaged through it to find out the disinfectant and cotton swabs and hand them to Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe took the disinfectant, opened the bottle cap, soaked the cotton swab, held the small cotton swab, and carefully disinfected Shen Yanhe's exposed pinches and scratches.

The tingling pain from his wrist revived Shen Yanhe, who had been in a deep sleep.

When she first opened her eyes, her eyes were not in focus, and she hadn't seen the picture in front of her yet.

After waiting a few seconds and refocusing her eyes, Shen Yanhe saw that Fu Yanhe was disinfecting the scratches and pinches on her hands.

The seriousness and solemnity in his eyes made Shen Yanhe stunned for a moment, and then he was at a loss.

It's been a long time since Mom passed away and Dad disappeared, and it's been a long time since anyone has given her medicine so carefully when she's hurting.

Most of the time when she was injured, she applied the medicine herself. If the injury was mild, she would hold on to prevent her grandma and the old man from noticing and worrying. If the injury was serious, she would endure it by herself.

She curled up her palms unnaturally, trying to pull her hands out of Fu Yanhe's, and said in a low voice, "It's just a small injury, and it doesn't need to be disinfected."

However, Fu Yanhe held her wrist tightly and did not let go. He glanced at her lightly with his extremely black eyes, and said, "Be good."

Shen Yanhe opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't take out her hand, and continued to put her hand in his warm palm, watching her disinfect the small wounds on her wrist.

In fact, this little injury is in her heart, and there is no need for disinfection and medicine at all.

But being given medicine so preciously, she still felt very warm inside.

The room was calm and warm, Wu Fang tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, and did not disturb his young wife and young master.

In order to make it easier for Fu Yanhe to take the medicine, Shen Yanhe also sat up and sat face to face with him on the bed.

She scratched her head, feeling that the atmosphere was too quiet now, and she rarely felt a little uncomfortable.

Shen Yanhe observed his face carefully, and asked in a low voice: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Fu Yanhe hummed lightly, and replied, "It's not uncomfortable."

She pursed her lips and said, "You suddenly became poisoned today because you drank the medicine I prepared for you, and the medicine started to work, trying to expel the toxins from your body."

"What you vomited out today is poisonous blood, and you will feel much better after you vomit it out."

"If the poison persists in the future, and I'm not around, you can ask Wufang to find you a basin to vomit the poisonous blood."

Fu Yanhe replied with a flat expression, and continued to wrap the bandage on her wrist intently.

Shen Yanhe watched him skillfully tie it round and round, and finally tied a bow, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

And bows.

Really fastidious.

"That's right." Fu Yanhe wiped his pale jade fingers with the wet handkerchief handed over by Wufang, looked up at Shen Yanhe and said, "The doctor I'm looking for from abroad has already been invited, and in half a month, she will Come and take over Shen Huai's treatment."

Shen Yanhe was stunned for a moment, blinked, with a bit of doubt on his face: "Then you invited the doctor who saved Shen Huai this time?"

This time, the doctor who gave first aid to Shen Huai was not the Dr. Lin invited by Gan Danxue.

It's just that she was delighted with Shen Huai at that time, and didn't observe the doctor carefully.

She thought that he was also arranged by Fu Yanhe.

Could it be... Isn't it arranged by him?

"Yes."

She heard Fu Yanhe's deep, hoarse, cello-like voice say: "There is no conflict, the two of them are involved in different fields."

"The one who was rescued a few days ago is better at brain surgery, and the one who is invited now is better at the field of cellular immunity."

Shen Yanhe's eyes brightened slightly, and she couldn't help but crawled a few steps towards him, approached him, looked at him and asked, "Who is the doctor you invited here? Can you tell me?"

The t-shirt she was wearing had a low neckline, and when she crawled towards Fu Yanhe, her exposed delicate collarbone was dazzlingly white.

Fu Yanhe frowned, glanced at her with dark eyes, stretched out his hand and pushed her back into the bed, and coldly glanced at Wufang who was trying to shrink his existence.

Wufang: "..."

Wufang turned around silently and walked towards the door.

Shen Yanhe was pushed back abruptly, and the whole person fluttered under the blanket like a small fish for a long time before saving himself, exposing his nose and mouth and breathing heavily.

Because of the lack of oxygen, there was a tinge of red at the end of the eyes, looking pure and lustful, with an unconscious charm.

She sniffed and looked at Fu Yanhe sullenly: "What are you doing?"

Fu Yanhe glanced at her quietly, did not speak, but his eyes darkened.

Under Shen Yanhe's suspicious eyes, he was silent for a few seconds, looked at her expressionlessly and said, "If you don't leave now, are you planning to sleep with me today?"

sleep together?

Shen Yanhe lifted the quilt very quickly and jumped down from the bed: "No, no, I'm leaving first."

Fu Yanhe looked at her back who couldn't wait to escape, his face was a little ugly, and the gaze that fell on Shen Yanhe was a little cold.

The big-hearted Shen Yanhe didn't feel anything at all, she put away the golden needles on the table one by one, and then walked outside.

Before taking a few steps, she stopped, looked sideways at Fu Yanhe who was sitting on the bed a little uncomfortable, and asked hesitantly: "You haven't told me, who is the person who came to treat Ah Huai..."

Fu Yanhe took a deep breath, suppressed some inexplicable anger in his heart, and said coldly: "You have heard of that doctor, and it is Dr. YM that many people in the world are looking for."

Shen Yanhe's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face instantly became extremely strange.

Dr. ym is obviously her...

Where did that fake come from again?