Three days later, Ye Jue woke up for the first time.

The injury on his back was very serious, so he could only lie down.

The doctor came over to check the brain. After the doctors left, Ye Jue said the first sentence: "Don't worry, my brain is working, it's not broken."

Song Yan smiled with her lips pursed, feeling afraid and comforted.

He kept holding her hand and asked her for a glass of water to drink it, then fell asleep again.

The doctor said that Ye Jue still needs anti-inflammatory drugs now. The drugs he uses now consume extremely energy for his body, but due to the wound, she cannot do a big replenishment and can only eat a light diet. In just half a month, Ye Jue lost a lot of weight.

She hasn't told Ye Jue that she had dropped out of school.

Another month later, the wound on Ye Jue's back had already been scarred on a large area, and some shallower scars fell off the scar stems, and the wound on his back looked a bit ferocious.

Every time the nurse helped Ye Jue change the dressings, Ye Jue didn't let Song Yan see it.

Before, Song Yan saw that he was fragile and let him go. Today, when the nurse came to change the dressing, she stood secretly at the door to watch.

A large area of ​​scars, some of which were sunken, were quite deep.

Ye Jue looked back sensitively and saw that Song Yan was standing straight in front of the door, frowned, and immediately pulled up the quilt and covered her body: "Wife, why are you here?"

The nurse beside her said, "What are you doing? The medicine on your back has been stained with the quilt."

The nurse grabbed the quilt and was about to pull it open. Ye Jue quickly pressed his backhand and pressed the quilt to prevent the nurse from pulling it away.

Two people pulled and pulled.

The nurse who applied the medicine was a little annoyed: "What's wrong with you? Some of the injuries on your back are not dry yet. You need to take good care of them. If you rub them like this, you will easily get infected."

The more severe injuries, I have actually been infected many times, and I still have some pus.

Ye Jue didn't speak, staring at Song Yan tightly, feeling very nervous.

He ran to the mirror two days ago and looked at the wound behind him. He was very scary. He couldn't show it to Song Yan anyway.

She was so soft-minded that she would definitely not be able to stand it after seeing it.

However, he didn't know that she was standing at the door just now, and didn't know how much she looked at, or she looked at them all.

Even if he looked at them all, he didn't want her to take a look.

"Wife, you go out first, and I will call you in after I get the medicine, very soon."

While speaking, Song Yan had already walked over and reached out to take away the quilt on Ye Jue's body.

Ye Jue grabbed it tighter.

Song Yan frowned slightly and said, "Ye Jue, let it go."

"No, I'm not wearing any clothes."

"What are you afraid of? I am your wife." After saying that, she raised her other hand and slapped Ye Jue's back hand a few times.

Ye Jue immediately let go of the quilt.

Song Yan took the quilt, but Ye Jue also turned over and lay flat on the bed.

The nurse shouted again, "Are you still going to have any health? The doctor said that there are still injuries on the back without scars and lying on the side. Lying flat is not conducive to the recovery of the wound."

Song Yan glared at him, feeling a little angry, and threw the quilt in her arms to the ground, with a heavy voice: "Ye Jue, I'll count to three, you can lie back to my original position immediately."

"one!"

“…”

"two!"

“…”

"three!"

Ye Jue obediently turned over and lay on the bed.

The wound on his back was clearly imprinted in Song Yan's eyes...

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Chapter completed!