The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

In Kyoto Hospital, the doctor first gave Li Changpu a detailed physical examination. When Li Changpu woke up, everything around him was very quiet and he was alone in the dark.

Li Changpu said tentatively, "Ting Xia."

No one responded. Li Changpu's body froze, his expression was very lost, and his fingers curled up.

After a moment, a man's voice sounded faintly, "Tingxia was too tired and fell asleep."

Mo Yunyang admired the expression on Li Changpu's face without paying much attention, then looked at Jiang Tingxia's sleeping face leaning on the table.

She frowned, as if she was sleeping restlessly, which made people feel distressed.

There was a rustling sound of cloth; Mo Yunyang was putting a piece of clothing on Jiang Tingxia.

Mo Yunyang walked to Li Changpu again. He sat on a chair beside the bed, crossed his legs, and looked at Li Changpu who had to prop up himself to sit up in front of him. He curled his lips cruelly.

Mo Yunyang knew that he was just forcing himself to sit up in front of him.

"Mr. Li, I hope you don't mind that I've been with Ting Xia all this time."

Mo Yunyang spoke politely, but his tone was full of provocation.

He said, "We have known each other for a long time, probably longer than you."

Mo Yunyang said with a smile, as if he was reminiscing about the past, "She was still a carefree little girl back then."

Mo Yunyang secretly reminded, "A girl like her, after getting married, her husband should love her in every way."

"It's just," Mo Yunyang paused, and then said, "She is working so hard now. You don't have to care if you don't see it, but I feel very uncomfortable when I see it."

Mo Yunyang didn't make his words very clear, but Li Changpu understood that he was reminding himself not to drag Jiang Tingxia down.

Li Changpu's clenched fists were numb and the joints were white because he used too much force.

Unlike his inner emotions, in front of Mo Yunyang, his expression did not change at all and he still looked calm.

The door closed and Mo Yunyang left. Li Changpu looked around blankly and could only barely sense the direction of Jiang Tingxia and hear her shallow breathing.

She must be so tired after running around for him for so long.

When Li Changpu opened his mouth, it was as if he was sighing.

"Yeah, you shouldn't work so hard."

……

Before going to bed, Jiang Tingxia prepared the medicine that Li Changpu was going to take, a handful of it. Jiang Tingxia heard from the doctor that most of these medicines were painkillers.

No one knows what Li Changpu has been through. His body has been devastated beyond belief, and he is still enduring pain that is unimaginable to ordinary people. His face is always pale and bloodless, and he has to endure the pain even when he wants to say a few simple words to Jiang Tingxia and the others.

He always kept these to himself and refused to tell Jiang Tingxia.

"After taking the medicine, are you feeling better?"

Jiang Tingxia fed the medicine to Li Changpu and asked worriedly.

Li Changpu pulled the corners of his mouth with great effort, "I'm much better."

Jiang Tingxia felt relieved, "That's good."

At night, Jiang Tingxia looked at the cold moon outside the window, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.

If God is merciful and willing to give her a chance to live again, she also prays to the gods and Bodhisattvas to help Li Changpu. He is really a good person. She hopes that in Kyoto, they can encounter a miracle and cure him.

Even if she had to exchange her health for Li Changpu's safety and well-being, she would be willing to do so.

Li Changpu on the bed suddenly moved. Jiang Tingxia reacted quickly and got up from the other bed. "What's wrong?"

When Li Changpu heard Jiang Tingxia's voice, he suddenly stopped moving, as if nothing had happened.

"fine."

Jiang Tingxia noticed that there was a wet spot on Li Changpu's pillow, and his forehead and neck were covered with big beads of sweat.

Why is he sweating so much?

Li Changpu's face turned pale as he urged Jiang Tingxia, "Don't worry about me, go to sleep."

When Li Changpu said this, Jiang Tingxia was stunned and didn't dare to wipe his sweat. She remembered that the doctor had prescribed so many painkillers for Li Changpu.

Jiang Tingxia spoke in a normal tone and just said, "I'm glad you're okay."

"Brother Li, I want to go to the bathroom. Can you stay alone for a while?"

Li Changpu nodded, "Go ahead."

Jiang Tingxia walked out, the footsteps stopped, and then there was the sound of a door slamming.

Li Changpu suddenly frowned, and every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to be undergoing torture. He was sweating profusely, and his hands were clutching the sweat-soaked sheets beneath him. The backs of his hands were bulging with horrible blue veins.

However, he was blind and couldn't see Jiang Tingxia standing at the door looking at him.

The few rapid gasps were Li Changpu trying desperately to suppress his pain. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and screamed in pain.

Li Changpu's shrill screams lingered in Jiang Tingxia's mind, but she could only stand there and pretend that she knew nothing.

Li Changpu was tortured by illness, and Jiang Tingxia finally couldn't bear to watch it anymore. She turned around, slowly squatted down against the wall, covered her mouth and dared not make a sound, hugging her knees and crying silently.

……

On the second day after arriving in Kyoto, Jiang Tingxia finally met the group of miracle doctors that He Zhihai had mentioned. In addition to wearing white doctor's coats, they also had some obvious mysterious costumes.

The five or six people who entered the ward had jingling silver bracelets on their arms and tall hats on their heads with a common special pattern.

I heard that they were from the Shuixi tribe, and the Shuixi tribe leader who was going to treat Li Changpu was not in Kyoto now. She would come as soon as she finished the work at hand. During the time when the tribe leader was away, her disciples would observe Li Changpu's physical condition.

Jiang Tingxia stood beside the bed, holding her breath as she watched them treat Li Changpu. However, she suddenly raised her eyes and saw a very familiar face standing at the back of the group.

That person turned out to be Jiang Tinghe!

Why is she here treating Li Changpu!

Jiang Tingxia's eyes were full of shock and confusion. At this time, the senior sister standing in the front spoke and attracted Jiang Tingxia's attention.

"The patient's condition is somewhat serious."

The senior sister massaged Li Changpu's legs and said, "The injuries are mainly to the eyes and legs."

Jiang Tingxia immediately became anxious and didn't care about Jiang Tinghe, "Can it be cured?"

The eldest sister nodded. Seeing Jiang Tingxia's eyes filled with tears, she felt a little reluctant. "Don't worry too much."

She was very confident, "Master is here, so I'm at least 70% sure."

This sentence was like a reassurance, and Jiang Tingxia became excited, "He can stand up again, right?"

"Yes, it is possible with treatment."

Jiang Tingxia went to hug Li Changpu, her tone was cheerful for the first time in a long time, "Brother Li, that's great."

"Did you hear that? The doctor said you'll be feeling better soon."

Li Changpu also smiled, and his eyes and eyebrows were full of vitality again.

He stroked Jiang Tingxia's back, unable to hide his excitement, "That's great."

Jiang Tinghe stood behind the crowd, looking at Jiang Tingxia who was so happy, his face turned gloomy.

Why is Jiang Tingxia haunting her and pestering her again?