The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

"Just put it here for me." The school doctor pointed to a corner of the infirmary with a smile on his face.

Leng Che carried the heavy express box and put it down as the school doctor instructed.

"Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know how much effort I would have put into moving it up here." The school doctor thanked him.

"You're welcome." Leng Che replied politely, and then said, "Her IV should be finished, please go in and remove the needle."

The school doctor followed him into the inner room.

Mu Qianxi had just finished folding the last star and put it into the new Christmas tree glass jar that she had asked someone to buy for her and covered it.

The needle in her arm had fallen off at some point, and she had only eaten half of the porridge on the table.

The school doctor was stunned for a moment: "Why did you pull it out yourself?"

Leng Che frowned and looked at her.

"Ah, I accidentally dropped it. But I'm fine." Mu Qianxi smiled and raised her hand to show the doctor.

The school doctor took a look and said, "It's nothing, but it's a little blue. Just apply a hot towel for 10 minutes. I'm going to get off work, and someone will be here to take over soon. Just talk to him if you need anything."

"There are towels and hot water outside." The school doctor looked at Leng Che, gave him some instructions, and left.

Seeing Leng Che go out, Mu Qianxi hurriedly tied the gift with colored strips. Then, she got out of bed, walked to the schoolbag beside her, found the prepared gift bag, and carefully put the star jar in her hand into it.

She planned to give it to him later.

She wanted to ask him for reconciliation one last time and didn't want to continue the cold war. She felt so miserable these past few days.

Before I put it down, Leng Che came in with a hot towel in his hand.

Leng Che saw her standing on the ground with her shoes half-stepped on, and his brows furrowed even deeper. When he saw clearly what she was fiddling with in her hands, a nameless anger rose in his heart.

Does she have a heart? She is still struggling even when she is sick. Is the gift for Xiangyang so important?

He really is the case that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is. She doesn't care about her own health at all.

Leng Che tightened his fingers holding the towel, and his face suddenly became gloomy. He walked to the bedside and said coldly, "Come here."

"Oh!"

Mu Qianxi quickly put her things away, walked to his side quickly, and sat down on the bed. Then, she took the hot towel from his hand and applied it to the back of his hand.

A warm feeling suddenly spread from her arms, so comfortable. Her eyes seemed to be filled with tiny pieces of light.

He raised his hand to check the temperature of the porridge. Half of it was left and it was completely cold.

"Is the porridge not to your taste?"

Mu Qianxi quickly said, "No! I didn't have time to finish it, I'll eat it later!"

I didn’t have time... maybe because I was busy preparing that gift.

He glanced at the trash can beside the bed, where there was a tissue, the white paper was stained with blood. It should be the blood oozing out of the back of his hand after he dropped the indwelling needle.

He sighed and suppressed his emotions, but his tone still revealed a bit of displeasure: "Why are you so careless? The indwelling needle needs to be removed by a doctor to avoid injury. Why don't you sit down and wait for a while?"

She received the infusion through her left hand, so it must not have been dropped when she was drinking the porridge.

"I accidentally tore it off when I was folding a star..." Mu Qianxi looked at him with his eyes lowered and his lips pursed tightly, and said timidly, "I want to put it away today..."

Before she could finish her words, he interrupted her: "Is this thing important?"

He seemed a little angry and asked again with a stronger tone: "Mu Qianxi, is this important?"