Chapter 638
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Li Fang thought,âisnât it because the young master wants to use his actions to prove that heâs not seriously injured and ease your worries?â
A nurse pushed a wheelchair over, and Wen Qiao supported him. âQuickly sit down.â
Fu Nanli had already changed into a blue and white striped hospital gown. Due to the excessive loss of blood, his face was sickly pale. Qin bei pushed his wheelchair towards the inpatient department, and Wen Qiao followed by his side, holding his hand.
When they reached the ward, everyone retreated outside. Wen Qiao helped him onto the bed, then sat down by the bed. She reached out to unbutton his hospital gown, but her hand was held down by Fu Nanli. what are you doing? â
Iâm fine. Wen Qiao pushed his hand away. let me take a look at your injury.
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand again. itâs bandaged. Thereâs gauze, so you canât see the wound.
Wen Qiao looked up and saw that there were still traces of blood on his neck that hadnât been wiped clean. She hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets and found a pack of wet tissues. She took a piece out and carefully wiped it off for him. why is there blood here? â
it probably got splashed when I pulled out the knife. Itâs just a small injury, donât worry.
Wen Qiao threw the wet tissue in her hand away, the anger in her voice obvious. Iâm going to get even with her!
Someone grabbed her wrist. come back.
Wen Qiao was indignant,âhow could she have hurt you? And why are you with her?â
Fu Nanliâs wound was tugging at it, causing him some pain. He leaned against the headboard and held her hand, afraid that the moment he let go, the little Wolf Cub would go and complain to him.
she said something in front of my mother and grandfather and tried to cause trouble. I warned her.
Wen Qiao suddenly quieted down. She tilted her head and looked at him, sizing him up.
Fu Nanli caressed her fingers. âWhat are you looking at?â
âBrother Nan Li, are you trying to goad me into action?â
Fu Nanli chuckled. what do you mean? â
did you provoke He Yan on purpose to make her hurt you so that you have a reason to punish her by law? â
Fu Nanliâs expression was overly calm, not even batting an eyelid. I really didnât expect her to hurt me with a knife.
Wen Qiao inched closer. do you dare to say that you really donât have such thoughts? How can you risk your own life and joke around with your own safety?â
Fu Nanli chuckled. little friend, youâre overthinking things. I only wanted to be on guard against her. I didnât expect her to go crazy.
Wen Qiao narrowed her eyes. isnât it really because he Juan is your good friend? if you werenât injured, you really canât get rid of him and let He Yan be punished by the law? â
Fu Nanli rapped her on the head. thatâs enough. Donât let your imagination run wild. He Yan isnât worth me getting myself involved in.
Wen Qiaoâs expression was dazed. does it hurt? â
Even Fu Nanliâs lips had turned pale. The knife had stabbed him so fiercely that the anesthetic effect had worn off. Even his breathing was in pain. itâs alright, itâs just a superficial wound.
Wen Qiaoâs heart ached for him, but she couldnât help him share his pain.
After a while, there was a knock on the door and he Juan came in. The first thing he asked was, â are you okay? â
Fu Nanli thought that if he Juan didnât care about his injuries and only wanted to plead for his sister, he would make He Yan spend the rest of her life in jail.
When he asked âare you alrightâ, Fu Nanliâs expression didnât look so bad. He said in a deep voice, â âYouâre lucky, your sister missed the knife.â
âIâm sorry.â He Juan said with a complicated expression, as if a Fishbone was stuck in his throat. He really didnât know what to say for a moment.