The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing hurriedly wrote on the paper and handed it to the doctor.

——He went out for a few days and lost a lot when he came back. He just came back yesterday and has a fever today.

"I want to check on him." The doctor took out the stethoscope and placed it on Shen Zhiyu's heart, frowning deeper and deeper, and then pressing on Shen Zhiyu's body with his hand. Suddenly, the hand paused, as if he noticed. What has arrived.

The doctor turned Shen Zhiyu's body sideways and opened his clothes. There was a circle of gauze wrapped around his spine, which was soaked in blood.

Xia Bei glared at his eyes, hurriedly pushing the wheelchair forward, trying to touch Shen Zhiyu's spine, but he didn't dare, and the whole person became panicked.

The doctor gently unwrapped the gauze, and a wound appeared in front of his eyes. The wound had been stitched up, but it was accidentally torn a bit, so a little blood oozes out.

Seeing the wound, Xia Beiqin suddenly became anxious. He couldn't speak, so he could only shake his head vigorously, and looked at Hua Yi Nong and the doctor with a look for help.

He didn't even know why Teacher Shen was injured, and what he experienced in the past few days after he left.

With a strong sense of flower, he pressed Xia Bei's overwhelmed shoulder and asked for him: "He is injured? What kind of wound is this."

The doctor stared at the wound, pondered for a while, and shook his head: "In my opinion, he was not injured. This is a surgical wound, and it should not be more than three days after the stitching."

Hualien was shocked: "Surgery wound, do you mean that he had an operation? What kind of operation is it."

The doctor replied: "There are many operations to perform incisions in this place. I can't be sure. However, just after the operation, you will have to be hospitalized for at least one month for recuperation. Like him, it's strange not to fall down."

surgery…

Xia Beiqing's hands tightly grasped the wheelchair, and the joints were white.

Therefore, in the past few days when Shen Zhiyu left, he went for surgery. He was lying to him when he said that his friend needed to be taken care of in a car accident? !

why! Why not tell the truth? What kind of surgery did he have? !

I haven't noticed it before, but looking back now, there are indeed too many things wrong.

The doctor treated Shen Zhiyu's wound, prescribed some more medicine, and then left.

Shen Zhiyu was still lying on the bed unconscious, one hand hanging weakly on the edge of the bed, and the infusion tube inserted into the back of his pale hand.

Xia Beiqing's eyes were dull and unclear, and he stared straight at Shen Zhiyu's thin face. After a while, he retracted his gaze, took out the pen and paper, stiffly wrote a few words, and handed it to the flower. Look.

——Please help keep this matter secret. When Teacher Shen wakes up, we shall not know what to do.

Huayi was a little surprised. He thought that when Shen Zhiyu woke up, Xia Beiqing would definitely have to question and ask the matter clearly, but he chose not to explain it.

"What do you want to do?" Huayi asked.

Xia Beiqin didn't answer, he held the paper a little bit tightly in his palm, tightly pulling it into a ball.

It wasn't until the next day that Shen Zhiyu's fever subsided. He also woke up from a coma, dazed, and found himself lying in the room with hot water and towels beside the bed, and a few boxes of pills.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Xia Beiqin was pushed in with a flowery mood, and found that Shen Zhiyu was awake. Xia Beiqin hurriedly stepped forward, tightly grasping Shen Zhiyu’s hand, and filled with it. Look at him with worried eyes.

Shen Zhiyu's voice was dumb, and weakly asked: "What's wrong with me..."