Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

In the corridor on the second floor, the dark purple chandelier emits a dim light, mysterious and solemn.

The door of Nangong Xianyue's living room was surrounded by servants, all of them looked anxious and their expressions were full of worry.

When the servants saw Qiu Yi and Qiao Yisha coming, they hurried forward and said, "Miss Yisha, Mr. Qiu Yi, please go in and see the young master. We can't go in. It's really anxious to wait here."

Qiu Yi nodded, walked past them, quickly opened the door and went in, with Qiao Yisha following closely behind.

In the living room, Zhuang Qianchen, wearing a white coat, was wrapping a bandage around Nangong Xianyue's abdomen. Qiao Yisha approached and saw the handsome man on the bed with his upper body naked, his thin waist and abdomen wrapped in several layers of bandages, his eyes closed, and his lips pale, completely bloodless.

"Doctor Zhuang, what happened? What's the situation now?" Qiu Yi looked worried.

After finishing the final work, Dr. Zhuang stood up and gritted his teeth: "A Yue was shot by that damn Long Junshen. I don't know the details. Yue didn't have time to tell me. Fortunately, Yue stopped the bleeding in time to save herself..." Having said that, he didn't continue.

Qiu Yi's eyes also burst out with hatred, and his voice was low: "We will definitely get back this shot."

"Fortunately, he is fine now. From today on, don't let anyone come in to disturb him, and don't let him do strenuous exercise. Just leave someone to take care of him by his side. I will come to check his wound regularly." Zhuang Qianchen reminded them.

Qiu Yi nodded and subconsciously looked at Qiao Yisha beside him. Qiao Yisha looked back at him, meaning to ask: What's wrong?

"Before Yue was injured, you took care of her. This time," Zhuang Qianchen smiled bitterly, "let someone else do it."

Qiao Yisha knew that Zhuang Qianchen felt that she was half a patient, so how could she take care of others? But Qiao Yisha wanted to do something, so she looked at the two of them with a firm look: "Believe me, although I have forgotten everyone, I know the basic common sense. Don't worry. Besides, if there is anything I don't understand, I can ask you, Dr. Zhuang. Aren't you in Furth Garden every day?"

Because Falls Gardens is very far from the city and it is inconvenient to go out, Falls has many things, such as fruit gardens, vegetable gardens, flower beds, and of course the most important hospital.

Zhuang Qianchen is Nangong Xianyue's personal doctor and the director of Fels Hospital. He only serves Nangong Xianyue or people who have a certain status in the Nangong family.

"Okay, I'll tell you the precautions later. You should remember them. You've been taking care of him before, and he probably won't be used to having someone else take over. Also, more contact with people you are familiar with should help you recover your memory." Zhuang Qianchen thought about it and agreed.

"Okay, I'll take good care of him." Qiaoisha nodded firmly.

"Then you should move in here and take care of the young master starting today." Qiu Yi said.

"What?" Qiao Yisha's eyes widened, she looked around and said in disbelief, "Move here? Then where do I sleep? Can't I just go back to my room after taking care of him?"

"Of course not. You have to stay by the young master's side 24 hours a day. If the young master wakes up and needs anything, you can be the first to know," Qiu Yi explained seriously. "Besides, when you took care of the young master before, you took the initiative to ask to sleep next to him."

Qiao Yisha turned her head and looked at the two-meter soft bed under Nangong Xianyue. Although it was more than enough for two people to lie down, but... wasn't this too weird?

Without waiting for her to say anything, Qiu Yi ordered the servant to come in, prepared some daily necessities for Qiao Yisha in the room, and added a pillow next to Nangong Xianyue.

Qiao Yisha took the pillow away and placed it on the sofa one meter away. She pressed the sofa and said with a wry smile: "I think this sofa is good. It feels very soft. I can just sleep on it."

Qiu Yi was obviously used to Qiao Yisha's abnormal behavior and nodded: "Okay, please don't sleep too deeply at night. If there is any problem, please contact Dr. Zhuang immediately."

"Okay, don't worry."

"Let's go out first and don't disturb A Yue's rest. And Yisa, come out too. I have something to tell you." Zhuang Qianchen opened the door and walked out.

At the door of the room, Zhuang Qianchen told Qiao Yisha in detail the precautions for taking care of the patient. She agreed one by one. When she turned around to enter the room, Zhuang Qianchen suddenly remembered something and called her, "By the way..."

"Huh?" Qiaosha looked at him puzzledly.

"If you remember anything, remember to tell me."

"Oh, I see." Joysa nodded. "Anything else you want to say?"

Zhuang Qianchen smiled and said, "It's okay, you can go in and take some rest yourself."

Qiao Yisha curled her lips and said, "You've worked hard. You should also pay more attention to rest." After that, she opened the door and stepped in.

The door closed with a click, but Zhuang Qianchen was stunned outside. If she didn't look exactly the same, he would never have thought it was Qiao Yisha. After a person loses his memory, will his personality, habits and hobbies change?

He turned and walked quickly into his room, sat at the desk, picked up Joysa's physical report, and read it over and over again.

Qiao Yisha did not notice Zhuang Qianchen's abnormality. She was pacing around Nangong Xianyue's room out of boredom to promote digestion. She took off her shoes and walked barefoot for fear of waking Nangong Xianyue. When she was tired, she lay on the soft sofa and looked at the angels carved on the ceiling. When she was tired of looking at them, she got up and walked again. She repeated this many times and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

In the dream, a twelve-year-old girl stood alone in a forest. The sky gradually darkened, but there was no fear on her face, as if this was not a forest but a shopping mall or a street.

A snake silently crawled from the treetop to the girl's shoulder, but before it could open its bloody mouth, a slender hand pinched it fiercely. With a flash of cold light, the snake's head and body separated, and blood splattered on the girl's face. Without blinking, she put the dagger back to her waist and wiped the blood off her face with the back of her hand.

All of this was seen by the young man not far away. He pulled the reins and controlled the black horse to walk forward. The sound of horse hooves echoed in the quiet forest, attracting the girl's attention. She looked in the direction of the sound, with amazement in her eyes.

A young boy of about fifteen, wearing a slim black riding suit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his hair fluttering in the wind, and narrow eyes with slightly upturned corners. He looked like a prince from the palace. He sat on the horse and looked at her with a playful look in his eyes.

The girl glanced away and then looked away, her face returning to its usual cold expression.

"You are very brave." The young man stopped in front of her, looking down at her from his horse's back.

"What do you mean?" she asked.