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Chapter 3 Disabled Fake Young Master

Chapter 3 Disabled Fake Young Master
Qi Hanchuan cleaned up and took out a brand new urine pot.
"I don't need this." Yu Qiongzhi's face was full of disgust: "I'm going to the toilet." Picky
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Qi Hanchuan stuffed things back under the bed, took the small table away, pushed the wheelchair to the hospital bed, looked at Yu Qiongzhi, who had endured some hardship, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Did Mr. Yu come up by himself, or...?"
Yu Qiongzhi pursed his lips, obviously thinking of what he had just said, but he couldn't slowly try to get into a wheelchair now, and it was good to drink so much hot water to last until now.
"Special circumstances." Yu Qiongzhi couldn't help but urge: "Hurry up."
Qi Hanchuan did not grind, easily stopped and picked up the young man, and strode into the bathroom.
The man's arms were smooth and powerful, and his arms exuded a warm breath, without a little bump, filled with a reassuring sense of stability.
This time is not as short as the last time, Yu Qiongzhi stayed for a moment, never been in such close contact with people, or this posture, stiff and uncomfortable, awkwardly moved, frowned and asked: "Why not use a wheelchair?"
"Aren't you going to be fast?" Qi Hanchuan said lightly.
Yu Qiongzhi choked.
The bathroom was equipped with handrails for the disabled, and before Qi Hanchuan spoke, the young man in his arms struggled to get down, holding the handrail and insisting that he could and let him go out.
It's just a water, everyone is a man, and he is now a nurse, this kind of thing will go more in the future, what is Yu Qiongzhi awkward?
Qi Hanchuan can only be attributed to Yu Qiongzhi's self-esteem.
He retreated to the door, turned his back to Yu Qiongzhi, and did not go out completely.
After listening to the sound, before Qi Hanchuan turned around, he heard a loud "bang".
He turned around and saw the young man who had fallen to the ground, lowering his head, not moving, staring at his legs, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray fog of dim and dead silence.
Qi Hanchuan looked at the posture of his fall, and should have wanted to try walking.
Qi Hanchuan frowned, quickly stepped forward, checked whether Yu Qiongzhi was injured, and sure enough, he saw that his leg was twitching slightly, and there were more blood marks in his palm.
It's like a fingernail pulled out.
Without saying a word, Qi Hanchuan carried the person to the washing table, wrapped one hand around him, and held the young man's palm with the other hand to wash it.
The icy water washed his palm, and Yu Qiongzhi suddenly came back to his senses, wanted to withdraw his hand, and was forcibly held.
"I know you want to stand up." Qi Hanchuan's eyebrows pressed, and he carefully washed his hands, the lines of his face were slightly cold and hard, but his movements were very meticulous.
"You have just finished surgery, your legs are still recovering, and you have to wait a month to try rehabilitation, and if you rush it, it is a secondary injury."
Qi Hanchuan didn't know that Yu Qiongzhi didn't want to rehabilitate at all, but he also knew that he couldn't stimulate people anymore. If it were someone else, such a person who did not cherish his body would not have a look in his eyes, and he would not be patient to appease, but Yu Qiongzhi was the object of his task.
Yu Qiongzhi's eyebrows locked, and the corners of her lips outlined a touch of mockery: "Rehabilitation? My leg is gone, do I still need rehabilitation? The moment he stood up
holding the railing, he had the illusion that he could stand up.
So he took a step forward and then fell hard.
Yu Qiongzhi lifted her eyelids, her gaze swept over the handsome man who lowered his head to wash his hands in the mirror, and stopped at the straight long legs wrapped under the suit pants, not knowing what he was thinking.
The ankles were suddenly grasped by the water, and Yu Qiongzhi was caught by ice, and the already unpleasant mood suddenly became worse, and he couldn't hide his irritation and glared at the culprit.
"Isn't that still a little feeling?" Qi Hanchuan calmly withdrew his hand, pulled a piece of paper to wipe his hand, and dried Yu Qiongzhi's hand, which stiffened for a moment and quickly withdrew his hand.
Qi Hanchuan didn't care, picked the person up again, walked to the hospital bed, and said lightly: "If you feel it, there is hope, the doctor didn't say that your leg is wasted, and if you work hard to rehabilitate in the future, there will be a day to stand up."
Now Yu Qiongzhi's legs are indeed not completely crippled, and what really makes him depressed is after his legs were second injured and forced to amputate.
In the previous world line, Yu Qiongzhi was killed again as soon as he picked himself up, and the other party wanted to kill him and break his body and mind in a cruel step-by-step way.
After the amputation, Yu Qiongzhi suffered from serious mental illness, making it more difficult to take care of herself, and everyone around her was eradicated, which led to the final tragic end.
"Will it...?" Yu Qiongzhi muttered.
"Yes." Qi Hanchuan gave him an affirmative answer, his voice mellow and textured, with convincing strength.
Yu Qiongzhi shrunk in his arms, his heart beat violently for a moment because of that resolation, and he raised his head, but he could only see the man's smooth jaw.
Stuffing the silent youth back into the bed and covering the quilt, Qi Hanchuan held a small table with rice and asked, "Do you still eat?"
Yu Qiongzhi turned her back to him, pulled the quilt, her voice was muffled in the quilt, and she couldn't hear it clearly: "I don't want to eat."
Qi Hanchuan simply put away the bowl and chopsticks, went out for a while, and when he came back, he opened his eyes slightly to the young man who turned back, and said calmly: "Mr. Yu, you said you didn't want to eat."
"I didn't say I wanted to eat." Yu Qiongzhi retracted his gaze, he was just a little curious about how this person had been out for so long.
Qi Hanchuan took out a band-aid from the bag and handed it to Yu Qiongzhi: "Paste it."
Yu Qiongzhi didn't react: "Tie where?"
Qi Hanchuan: "Hand."
Yu Qiongzhi looked down and found a crescent-shaped shallow wound in his palm, which he didn't find himself, just this small injury, if this person came back later, it would heal later.
He looked at Qi Hanchuan, who looked at him in surprise, and then looked away, grinded and rubbed for a while, but still pasted it, just as this person's unceremonious reparation just now.
"You've been out for so long to help me buy this?" Yu Qiongzhi asked after pasting.
"More than that." Qi Hanchuan gave Yu Qiongzhi a look at the bag of medicine he had just bought, and felt that with Yu Qiongzhi's stubborn temper, he would often use it in the future, so he simply bought it for later.
Yu Qiongzhi didn't know what he thought, his face improved a little, he stroked the band-aid, thought about it, and praised it plainly and reluctantly: "Now it's a bit professional, give you a salary increase."
Qi Hanchuan did not have the idea of promotion and salary, he added it, he put the medicine in the drawer, noticed that Yu Qiongzhi's mobile phone vibrate, and glanced at it silently.
After Yu Qiongzhi saw the message on his mobile phone, as he expected, his eyes that had just been a little smiling suddenly froze, revealing a bit of disbelief.
After a long while, the young man turned off his mobile phone, his expression was terrifyingly heavy, his aura was depressed, and his eyes were full of stoic darkness about mountain rain.
He sent a message, then took the notebook and put it on his lap, his fingers flying, not knowing what he was doing.
Qi Hanchuan retracted his gaze, sat aside, and took his mobile phone to call the person on the other end who ordered.
Of course, he not only went out to buy medicine, but also found someone by the way and told Yu Qiongzhi something.
Yu Qiongzhi still just suspects that it is not a simple car accident, after all, it is too coincidental, but he does not know who is behind it, if he can know the real murderer in advance, he can also have a defense.
Not long after, He Chang came over quickly, Yu Qiongzhi glanced at Qi Hanchuan, paused, before he spoke, Qi Hanchuan had already got up, went to the door with interest, and waited for the people inside to finish talking and leave before entering the ward.
Yu Qiongzhi was half-leaning against the wall, her hand on her notebook, her eyes half-closed, not knowing what she was thinking.
Seeing Qi Hanchuan, his dark eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and Yu Qiongzhi's eyes looked at him, and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything.
His voice was very soft, like a casual mutter, and like a serious inquiry, with a little uncertain temptation lurking: "Qi Hanchuan, can I trust you?" The
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