Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The driver didn't dare delay and immediately turned the car around. Along the way, Mo Qinghan leaned back in his seat, his face as pale as paper, and cold sweat soaked his shirt collar.

A few strands of his once neat hair hung down, sticking to his forehead. His former aura was completely shattered, leaving only an unconcealable weakness.

When they arrived at the hospital, the nurse pushed a wheelchair over, but Mo Qinghan insisted on walking by himself. He staggered as soon as he stood up straight, and if the driver hadn't supported him, he would have almost fallen down.

In the emergency room, when the doctor pressed on his stomach, he groaned in pain. The sweat on his forehead dripped down his jawline and landed on his white coat, leaving a small wet mark.

The examination results showed that it was acute gastritis with gastric spasm, and he needed to stay in the hospital for infusion.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when Mo Qinghan was lying in the ward with a needle inserted into the back of his hand.

He closed his eyes, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his thin lips were pressed into a cold, hard line. The ward was so quiet that the only sound was the dripping sound of the IV tube.

"Master, do you need to tell the boss?" the driver asked in a low voice.

Mo Qinghan rubbed his brows and said, "No need."

He's used to it.

Even if I told him Mo Zhenxiong wouldn't come.

With a "click", the ward door was pushed open.

Quan Jiuxi walked in carrying a pink thermos. She changed into a light blue dress with a white knitted cardigan on the outside. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders and she had light makeup on her face. She looked refreshed and gentle.

This is the "sister style" she specially chose.

"Mo Qinghan, I came to see you." Quan Jiuxi walked to the bedside and put the thermos on the bedside table.

As a stepsister, it is only natural for her to take care of her sick stepsister.

Mo Qinghan slowly opened his eyes. When he saw her, a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes. His tone was as cold as ice: "Who asked you to come? Get out."

He looked at the driver, who scratched his head in confusion. He didn't tell Miss Quan how she knew.

Mo Qinghan looked at Quan Jiuxi who was frightened by him and asked, "Who told you that?"

Quan Jiuxi ignored his dismissal and opened the thermos, and a faint aroma of millet porridge wafted out.

She specifically asked the kitchen to cook it in the morning. It took two full hours to make the porridge thick, and she also added some chopped yam to nourish the stomach.

"The doctor said you can only eat light food now, so I brought you some millet porridge."

She picked up a small bowl, filled it with half a bowl, and handed it to Mo Qinghan, putting a tissue under her fingertips for fear of burning him.

Mo Qinghan glanced at the bowl of porridge, then looked at the hand that Quan Jiuxi handed over.

Her nails were neatly manicured and painted with clear nail polish, and her wrists were slender, making the small bowl look particularly small.

But his inner irritation was even worse. He turned his head away and said in a colder tone, "I don't want to eat it. Take it away."

Quan Jiuxi's hand stopped in mid-air, and the hot steam from the porridge warmed her fingertips.

She didn't retract her hand, but extended it forward: "Your stomach cramps have just subsided. It will hurt more if you don't eat."

"I said I don't want to eat it!" Mo Qinghan suddenly raised his voice and raised his hand to push the bowl away. His movement was too hasty and the needle on the back of his hand was pulled. He gasped in pain and his face turned even paler.

Quan Jiuxi looked at his awkward and stubborn appearance, and his patience was finally exhausted.

She originally wanted to use her status as "sister" to gain more favor, but this guy refused to listen and even dared to touch her.

She withdrew her hand and placed the bowl on the bedside table. Without waiting for Mo Qinghan to react, she suddenly raised her hand, clasped the back of his neck with her palm, and pressed her thumb precisely on the acupuncture point on the side of his neck.

Mo Qinghan felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and all the strength in his body was suddenly drained away. Just as he was about to curse, his vision began to go dark.

The last thing I saw was Quan Jiuxi's cold eyes and the light words on her lips: "Since you are not obedient, just go to sleep, brother."

He thought before his consciousness completely sank.

He said that there was something wrong with this cheap sister.

The sunlight came through the window and fell on Mo Qinghan's face, adding a touch of warmth to his pale complexion.

Quan Jiuxi looked at the IV tube on the back of his hand and gently touched his fingertips with his fingertips - it was still cold.

She got up, found a hot water bottle, filled it with warm water, wrapped it in a towel, placed it next to Mo Qinghan's hand, and then pushed his messy hair behind his ears.

The IV tube in the ward was still ticking. Quan Jiuxi had just switched the stock K-line chart on his mobile phone screen to the background when the phone in his trouser pocket started vibrating.

Her fingertips paused and she glanced at the three words "Mo Zhenxiong" on the caller ID.

She stood up quietly, afraid of disturbing Mo Qinghan on the hospital bed. Even though she knew he was still asleep, she still maintained the demeanor of a caring stepsister. She even opened the door of the ward very gently, with only a slight sound coming from the door hinges.

When she reached the end of the corridor, she pressed the answer button and said in a faint voice, "Uncle, why are you calling?"

Mo Zhenxiong's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the background sound of the sea breeze - it was obvious that he was still on vacation abroad.

"Xiao Xi, I just spoke to our driver on the phone. He said Qinghan has a stomachache and is in the hospital. You're taking care of him over there. Thank you for your hard work."

"Uncle, you are too polite. I am his sister and it is my duty to take care of him."

Quan Jiuxi leaned against the glass window in the corridor, his fingertips gently stroking the window sill, his tone full of obedience,

"The doctor said it's just acute gastritis. It will be fine after the IV drip. Don't worry, just have fun."

"That's good, that's good," Mo Zhenxiong breathed a sigh of relief, and then reminded him a few more times, "Let him drink more porridge" and "Don't stay up late," before hanging up the phone.

Quan Jiuxi looked at the black screen and casually opened the stock software. The green curve on the screen was slowly climbing upwards - the medical stocks she bought yesterday rose by seven points, which was enough to cover the "time cost" of taking leave to come to the hospital today.

She slid her fingertips quickly across the screen.

[Sir, the little villain's heart rate and breathing are stable. He is expected to wake up in half an hour.] Xiaoyi's voice sounded at the right time.

"I understand." Quan Jiuxi put away his phone and turned back to the ward.

Just a few minutes after I sat back in the chair, the nurse came in pushing a treatment cart with a new IV bag in her hand.

"Miss, it's time to change the patient's bottle."

The nurse smiled and skillfully pulled out the old IV tube and replaced it with new liquid.

Quan Jiuxi stood up and said, "Please be gentle. He didn't sleep well last night. I don't want to wake him up."

The nurse was touched by her thoughtfulness and softened her movements: "Don't worry, this bottle is nutrient solution. You can be discharged after the infusion."

After changing the IV, the nurse gave me a few more instructions before leaving.

The ward became quiet again. Quan Jiuxi leaned back in his chair, pretending to browse social media while keeping an eye on the movements on the bed. Mo Qinghan's eyelashes moved and his brows furrowed slightly, obviously he was about to wake up.

Sure enough, within ten minutes, Mo Qinghan's fingers moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

He first looked at the ceiling blankly, his eyes a little dazed. After a moment, the warmth from his stomach made him sigh comfortably.

There was no more cramping or nausea. My whole body felt relaxed as if I was soaking in warm water. I had the illusion of being held by my mother when I was a child.

But the next second, the numbness from the back of his neck woke him up like a needle.

Mo Qinghan turned his head suddenly, his gaze like an ice-hardened knife, fixed directly on Quan Jiuxi.

His face was still a little pale, but the anger in his eyes was almost overflowing. His thin lips were pressed into a cold and hard line, and his voice was as low as ice beads rolling out of his throat: "Quan Jiuxi, you dare to hit me?"

Quan Jiuxi sneered in his heart - as expected, the first thing this kid did after waking up was to settle the score, like a vengeful child.

But her face immediately changed into one of panic and aggrieved expression, and she quickly stood up from the chair.

She lightly moved to the bedside and twisted her hands nervously, "Qinghan, are you awake? How do you feel? Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Who gave you permission to call me that?"

Mo Qinghan's voice suddenly turned cold, like a cold wind in winter, instantly piercing through her disguise.

He turned his head away, his eyes full of disgust, "Don't call me so affectionately, I'm not that familiar with you.

Or do you think that if you pretend to be my sister for a few days, you can really become my family?"

The grievance on Quan Jiuxi's face became even stronger, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was a little choked:

"I...I just think that since we're stepsiblings, it's more intimate to call you by your name. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won't call you that anymore."

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes hiding the speechless look in her eyes - this kid has a sharp tongue but unfortunately it has no killing power.

"Besides, does your stomach hurt now? I'm doing this for your own good."

Mo Qinghan leaned on the bed, raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, and snorted coldly.

"So in your eyes, I have my head and my butt in the wrong place, and my stomachache needs you to elbow me in the neck to cure it?"