In a rare moment of kindness, he came over to care if he was dead or not.
Nearly a month together.
Tan Beng Beng is not cold-blooded and heartless, she just doesn’t know how to express her feelings.
But in her heart, her impression of Qi Yan has changed a lot.
She could vaguely sense that he should not be a simple character when it came to medicine.
And, apart from being a bit mouthy and driving people crazy in bed, he wasn’t bad in other ways.
Three more days and she would be out of here.
Before she left, she should at least thank him properly.
With this in mind, she purposely did not use the stir-fry machine in the kitchen, but cooked herself and really stir-fried a table of dishes for him.
Originally, she wanted to make a farewell meal, but to her surprise, he kept himself locked up in his room and did not come out.
The dishes were about to get cold.
When Tan Beng Beng thought of this, his eyes were a little grey, and a touch of loss unconsciously showed under his eyes.
She had taken care of herself since she was a child.
Laundry and cooking, wilderness survival.
None of these were difficult for her.
But she has always used these skills, as survival skills, and is usually busy with her work at the hospital, living on her own and almost always eating takeaway.
Growing up, she had cooked except when Nian Xiaomu was hospitalised.
This was the first time she had cooked for a man.
When she did it, she didn’t feel any special significance, instead she was praying that his obnoxious mouth wouldn’t say something like, “Is this your cooking? It would be enough for him to say something like, “It’s not as good as what the machine cooked for me”.
But I didn’t think it would be any more miserable than being mocked by him, but probably now, when no one is eating it.
As she thought of this, she lifted her head and looked at the door of the room that was still closed.
Biting her lip, she raised her hand again and knocked twice anew.
From the room, something came faintly.
It sounded like a wheelchair rolling, but it didn’t.
Tam Bam Bam knew that he didn’t like to be disturbed when he locked himself in his room.
So she never came over to him at such times.
Today was the first time.
The second she heard the commotion coming from inside, she actually felt some regret in her heart.
She turned her head to leave, but felt that if she disturbed him and left without saying anything, he would probably get even angrier.
About a minute or two pa*sed.
The door to the room only opened from the inside.
The first thing Tam Beng Peng saw, with his head down, was a pair of legs dangling from the wheelchair.
Subconsciously, he opened his mouth to explain.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you, it’s just that it’s almost nine o’clock and you don’t seem to have been out to dinner all day ……”
Tan Avalanche said, and his head lifted.
Seeing the wheelchair, Qi Yan’s miserable to almost transparent face, her Zi pupils suddenly tightened!
Before she had time to make any reaction, the man in the wheelchair, had already fallen straight onto her ……
“Qi Yan!”
Tan Beng Beng instinctively reached out to catch him.
Feeling his hot body, the doctor’s professional judgement made her backhand up against his forehead.
Sure enough, he had a fever.
Straining to help him back into the wheelchair, Tan Beng Beng went into the room and put him on the bed.
He wrung out a towel and put it on his forehead to cool him down.
But after searching around his room, he couldn’t find even a hint of fever-reducing medicine.
Tan Beng Beng put water in the bathtub and threw enough ice cubes in, and was about to help him in when his hand was grabbed by Qi Yan.
His narrow, peach blossom eyes lifted just a little, and the curve of his mouth remained evil.
“If you stay with me in the lovebirds’ bath, you can leave here early tomorrow.”
