novelraw Chapter 282: You Are Many Years Late (1)
Chapter 282: You Are Many Years Late (1)
Mr. Qin first helped Qiao Mo reduce the swelling. After about an hour of fussing, he finally determined that Qiao Mo’s leg injuries were all external.It’s just that the other party hit hard, and she would need a few days to recuperate.
After Qiao Mo took a shower, Qin Zhaoran helped her thoroughly treat the wounds again.
Yan Yiheng also helped Fu Nancheng take a shower, since both of them were in such a mess in the warehouse.
However, because his leg had many external injuries, and couldn’t be fixed with a cast in the short term, Qin Zhaoran handled it quickly.
Uncle Zhong somehow found a wheelchair, and after Qiao Mo’s repeated insistence, he sat in it with a dark face.
Qiao Mo still couldn’t put her mind at ease, "Mr. Qin, how long will it take for his leg to heal?"
Fu Nancheng furrowed his brow, about to make a gesture to Qin Zhaoran.
Planning to gain a little more concern for a while longer.
But then he remembered the last time he made himself out to be paralyzed and severely disabled, so he kept silent.
"In this situation, it usually takes four to six weeks to basically recover. If recovery goes well, it could be sooner, or longer if not."
Qiao Mo nodded seriously.
"I’ve given the medicine to Uncle Zhong. You both need to apply it every day."
"Okay, is there anything else that needs attention?"
"Try to keep the wounds from getting wet. If they do, make sure to handle them carefully. Also, pay attention to nutrition and make some bone broth."
Qiao Mo diligently noted everything.
After more than half an hour, she saw the two off.
Before leaving, Yan Jiu glanced at her and said plainly, "Take good care of my third brother."
"Okay."
...
After they left, Qiao Mo limped and pushed Fu Nancheng directly to the second floor.
Fortunately, there had always been a backup elevator in the villa, presumably designed with Lu Qingxue in mind back then.
Unexpectedly, it was now used for Fu Nancheng.
Thinking of this, Qiao Mo’s face darkened again.
Seeing him hesitating to speak, she was clearly somewhat absent-minded.
And Fu Nancheng, perhaps still holding a grudge over that previous slap, didn’t utter a word to remind Qiao Mo even after the elevator doors had opened for several seconds.
"We... we’re here."
Over a minute later, Qiao Mo finally came to her senses and pushed him into the bedroom.
"Are you tired? Do you want to rest on the bed?"
He remained silent, but with the help of crutches, he leaned from the wheelchair to the bedside and began working on the computer.
"Still... still working?"
He merely focused on the computer, not even sparing her a glance.
Qiao Mo was a bit discontented, changed into pajamas, and poured some water.
After pottering around for a while, she limped to the bed, looked at him again, and said, "Rest for a bit? Or do you want to eat something?"
He still ignored her.
Qiao Mo pouted, quietly stole a glance at his profile.
Stingy man.
She... she didn’t hit him that hard.
She was just anxious at the time, worried he might never walk or jump again in his life.
After all, a person like him should be at the top, how could he spend a lifetime in a wheelchair because of her.
Thinking of this, Qiao Mo recalled the scenes in the warehouse, her eyes began to redden, and her nose started to ache.
"Fu Nancheng..."
What if he really ends up crippled...
Uncontrollably, she remembered his words about her debts that he would repay.
The heavy scent of blood in the garage came to mind.
Remembered the moment he fell to the ground with a crash...
Her gaze fell on his leg, now covered with a blanket.