Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Even though Qiao Wan'an cried hoarsely inside, Chu Yan remained unmoved.

He originally planned to visit He Xiran in the cemetery today, but before he could say a few words to him, his subordinates sent him those photos. Chu Yan felt that his things were being coveted by others , which made him very unhappy.

At the end of the day, it's all Joe Goodnight's fault.

Chu Yan walked into the study, picked up He Xiran's photo and stroked it lightly, "Ah Ran, if only you were still here..."

He stayed in the study for a whole day, and when he came out again, it was already night.

Sitting at the dining table, Chu Yan thought about it and asked the housekeeper to ask Qiao good night.

The housekeeper came back and said that there was no sound in the room, and Joe should be asleep.

Chu Yan couldn't help sneering in his heart. In his opinion, Qiao Wan'an didn't seem to have any regrets at all, so he simply ignored him.

In the evening, Chu Yan took a shower and was about to rest. When he passed by the door of his room, he paused. He opened the door, wanting to see what kind of tricks this man was playing.

Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, she found Qiao Wan'an lying motionless on the cold floor.

Chu Yan looked at him condescendingly, frowned and said, "What kind of tricks are you playing?"

Seeing Joe good night did not respond.

He squatted down and turned Qiao Wanan over, "I'm talking about you, why don't you sleep when you have a bed..."

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment. Seeing Qiao Wan'an's pale face, he reached out his hand to touch his forehead and found that his temperature was terribly hot.

Chu Yan cursed in a low voice, and carried him to the bed, only to realize that Qiao Wan's bed was actually covered with a quilt in winter.

He remembered that it was still summer when he drove people here half a year ago, and it was already winter, why didn't Qiao Wan'an know to tell the butler to ask him to add an extra quilt?

He carried the man to his room, covered him with a thick eiderdown quilt, and then called the family doctor.

He sat beside Qiao Wanan and looked at him. The latter had a high fever and hadn't drunk water for a long time. His lips were dry and bloodshot.

Chu Yan went to fetch another cup of hot water for him to drink. He was not used to serving people, and half of Qiao Wan'an's face was swollen. When he opened his mouth, he pulled the wound, causing some water to leak accidentally. When it reached his neck, Chu Yan rubbed him a few times indiscriminately, neither light nor heavy.

Qiao Wan'an grunted in pain, and Chu Yan noticed the blue and purple five finger prints on his neck.

He moved a little lighter, and it was rare for him to feel guilty.

Chu Yan usually doesn't like to hit people, but today he was really pissed off by Qiao Wan'an, so it doesn't matter how serious he is.

If Jo's good-night and settles down, what's the point?

Half an hour later, the doctor came with a medical kit and took his temperature.

"°C, high fever, infusion required."

"Also... the patient is a little hypoglycemic, probably because he hasn't eaten for a long time."

He glanced at Chu Yan with some hesitation, as if he didn't understand how this rich man could still starve people.

Chu Yan was taken aback when he heard the words. He didn't know if Qiao Wan'an had eaten this morning, but he did not eat at noon or night.

Chu Yan rubbed the center of his brows, "Understood, give him an infusion."

The doctor infused a good fluid, prescribed some medicine for him, and said: "I'm afraid it won't work once, I'll give him another infusion tomorrow."

"How long will it take to lose at a time?"

"The patient has not eaten and is weak. He needs to infuse slowly, which may take about three hours."

Chu Yan checked the time, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, "You go back first, I will pull out the needle for him in a while."

"By the way, if he gets up hungry in the middle of the night, you can give him some porridge."

"I see, I see." Chu Yan yawned.

Seeing his perfunctory attitude, the doctor sighed slightly in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only stand up and leave.

Chu Yan stopped him again, "Is there any medicine for the wound?"

After the housekeeper sent the doctor away, Chu Yan applied medicine on Qiao Wan'an's neck again. He couldn't remember where he hit Qiao Wan'an in a fit of anger, so he simply lifted his clothes to look for the wound.

Qiao Wan'an was injured evenly, with a bruise on her stomach and a bruise on her lower back.

He was already thin, but because he hadn't eaten for a day, his stomach was deflated, and his waist became thinner.

Chu Yan thought back to the first time he met Qiao Wan'an, he was obviously not so thin, probably because he had grown bad taste after staying in Chu's house for a long time.

Chu Yan poured some Dieda wine and rubbed it on his stomach.

The skin of the tentacles was smooth and delicate, and it was shining and white under the light. Chu Yan's Adam's apple slid a few times, and his eyes dimmed.

Qiao Wan'an suddenly shivered, as if it was too cold, she couldn't help shrinking into the quilt.

Only then did Chu Yan regain his senses, went to wash his hands calmly, went back to the bed and didn't even look at Qiao Wanwan, just turned his back and lay down, completely forgetting about the need to pull out the needle later.