Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Jiang Qing did not follow Fu Chiyan's wish and bow to him. After the three-day mourning period, Jiang Qing dressed up and went to the hospital.

The original body has always liked wearing cheongsams, because Jiang Qing has a great figure, with a curvy figure and a well-proportioned body. When she wears a well-fitting cheongsam, she looks very charming.

Jiang Qing continued this habit. Today, she went to the hospital wearing a moon-white slim-fitting cheongsam with a long gown made of light material over it.

There weren't many people in the hospital. Jiang Qing found a nurse to ask, then walked through the inpatient department on the first floor, which was full of patients sitting on wooden chairs basking in the sun.

The doctors sitting in the innermost part are all well-known experts who specialize in treating the powerful people in the business and political circles.

Jiang Qing found a room with people in it and sat down.

"Hello, doctor."

"Hello, I'm here to see a doctor."

Jiang Qing showed the form and ID, which proved her identity.

The doctor in front of him was wearing a white mask, so his face couldn't be seen clearly, but from his eyes, it could be seen that he was amazed by Jiang Qing's appearance.

The doctor briefly checked the ID and handed it back to Jiang Qing, "Excuse me, Miss Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"My hand hurts."

As he spoke, Jiang Qing placed his left hand, which was wearing the jade bracelet, on the table. The palm of his hand was bandaged. Perhaps because the wound was too deep, some blood seeped out.

The doctor quickly helped her remove the bandage.

"I wanted to cook something for my family, but my hands were so inexperienced that I hurt them..."

Jiang Qing lowered her eyes, and her beautiful face instantly lost its color.

The bandage was removed, revealing the bloody palm.

The veins on the doctor's forehead twitched uncontrollably.

He felt sorry for Jiang Qing's injury. Such a beautiful woman would most likely be left with a scar after being wounded so deeply by a knife.

This is what Jiang Qing drew himself last night. Since it was his first time doing such a thing and he had no experience, he was a little too heavy-handed.

I can still vividly remember the look of horror on her face when the servant came in and saw her hands covered in blood.

She just didn't control her strength well...

However, this should allow us to get more Western medicines for anti-inflammatory wounds.

The doctor first asked Jiang Qing to sit in her seat and wait for a while, then stood up and took some disinfectant and bandaging supplies, and carefully treated her wound. At least the wound would not break and bleed because of her movements.

"Doctor, can you give me some more medicine? I can't sleep well at night. If I make the injury worse, I may need more medicine."

The doctor paused as he wrote the prescription. "I'm prescribing Western medicine for you. I may not be able to get that much."

"It's okay. I'm still a little afraid of the pain. Can the doctor prescribe some more painkillers?"

"Okay." Although the doctor was reluctant to agree, he still wrote it down on the prescription.

Maybe it's a preferential treatment for good-looking people.

After receiving the prescription, Jiang Qing gave the doctor a grateful smile, which made the doctor's ears turn slightly red.

When he arrived at the pharmacy to get the medicine, the pharmacist looked at Jiang Qing's face, turned around and prepared the medicine without saying anything.

So Jiang Qing successfully got all the medicines written on the prescription.

This was the first time Jiang Qing felt how much people loved appearance.

After getting a bunch of medicine, Jiang Qing didn't rush to Shengyu Tower, but bought some cakes at a street shop before taking a rickshaw.

On the way, they passed by a car, and inside it was Fu Chiyan.

When he saw Jiang Qing's face, he was stunned for a moment, then he coldly ordered the adjutant beside him: "Does Jiang Qing go out often?"

Adjutant Yue Ze, who had been following Fu Chiyan for many days, naturally had a certain understanding of everyone in the Fu family.

"Before investigating, Miss Jiang only went out occasionally."

Yue Ze clearly saw that when he said the three words "Miss Jiang", Fu Chiyan's face changed, but in the end he didn't say anything.

When Jiang Qing arrived at the entrance of Shengyu Tower, the gatekeeper came forward to greet him. They were the first group of people who were rescued and now stayed in Shengyu Tower to work and support themselves.

At this time, Mu Qiu was standing on the stage in the center singing Huangmei Opera.

The guest seats below were empty.

"——The Qinhuai River is full of water, and the spring sails send off the beauty at midnight."

He played the role of a Huadan, and when he stood there quietly, he was like a beautiful painting.

The delicate powder was evenly spread on her face, revealing a light and elegant luster. Her curved eyebrows seemed to be carefully drawn with a brush, and her slightly upturned eyes were charming and smart.

Her eyes are as bright as stars, and she reveals endless charm when she looks around. Her eyeliner is as thin as silk and slightly upward, adding a bit of mysterious charm.

The hems of the gorgeous costumes danced with the movements, and the singing was gentle and melodious.

When he saw Jiang Qing come in, he stopped talking, rolled up his sleeves and left the stage.

"Just leave me three days' worth of medicine."

Jiang Qing handed over a paper bag containing medicine and some cakes tied with a rope. Mu Qiu noticed her left hand hidden at her side.

He raised his index finger and asked the servant behind him to help him separate the medicine, then reached out to grab Jiang Qing's hand that had not been raised.

Jiang Qing didn't dodge, and the obviously bandaged palm of his hand fell into Mu Qiu's eyes, as if his eye sockets were pierced by a needle.

"How did it hurt?"

"It's to get the medicine. It won't hurt. Go and help that person with his wound. It's been delayed for so many days. I don't know if it will be of any use."

Mu Qiu's emotions were revealed. He turned his head away with red eyes and choked up a little. "It worked. I helped him remove the bullet. But he has been having a fever and falling into a coma these days because he didn't have the anti-inflammatory medicine. He will definitely get better with the medicine."

Jiang Qing felt relieved after hearing this, and a smile appeared on her pale red lips.

At least the blow she took was not in vain.

Then she followed Mu Qiu to a hidden room in the backyard, where the rescued man was still unconscious.

Mu Qiu took a quick look and left to change his costume back into regular clothes before waking the man up and giving him an anti-inflammatory drug as prescribed by the doctor.

Jiang Qing sat aside and watched, "Why did he fall at the door?"

"When he woke up, he told me that he had escaped from the hands of foreign invaders and entered Rucheng.

I guess it’s because we’re not far from the city gate. Because the city is under control, foreign invaders don’t dare to come in, otherwise he would have died long ago.”

Jiang Qing sighed softly after hearing this. In the midst of war, a city ruled by a warlord had become a relatively reliable refuge.

"Let him go once his wounds begin to heal."

Jiang Qing was not only afraid that foreign invaders would break into Rucheng to capture people, he was also afraid that Fu Chiyan would kill him to silence him or use him to negotiate terms after knowing that there was such a person here.

The warlords' original intention was to live a glorious life, but inside... Jiang Qing had seen many secrets while following Fu Jizhong in recent years.

"Well, that's what I planned too."

"How's spring?"

“He went to buy rice.”

Jiang Qing nodded, stood up and straightened the wrinkles of her cheongsam, "Then I'll leave first, I can't be out for too long."

Mu Qiu lowered his brows, and his mood became visibly gloomy again.

"I'll come back in a few days."

Jiang Qing patted his shoulder gently.

Mu Qiu sent Jiang Qing out the door with reluctance in his eyes.

When Jiang Qing returned to Fu's house, Fu Chiyan was also there. The crystal chandelier was turned on, emitting a warm yellow light. He was sitting on the soft European-style sofa with a person under his feet.

To be precise, he was stepping on a human head.

As soon as Jiang Qing entered, he was frightened by the scene before him and his face turned pale. His lips, which were already pale, turned as white as paper.

"Young Master Fu!"

Her voice became a little shrill because of fear.

"Marshal Fu never kills people at the Fu residence!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Chiyan turned around and looked at Jiang Qing with those beautiful narrow eyes, "Why, are you scared?"

In a panic, Jiang Qing exposed his bandaged hand, which was conspicuously bandaged. Fu Chiyan locked his eyes on him and he raised his eyebrows.

"Still injured?"

Because Fu Chiyan brought the prisoner into the living room, the servants fled away, so no one told him how Jiang Qing's hand was injured.

"It's nothing serious. Please don't add more murder to this house, Master Fu."

Jiang Qing looked at the vermilion wooden floor. After she finished speaking, she wanted to turn around and go upstairs without waiting for Fu Chiyan's answer.

But then I heard the sound of Fu Chiyan standing up, followed by his magnetic voice.

"Ms. Jiang, please don't leave yet. Let me take a look at your injuries."