Chapter 1380: She is not sick, he is sick (1)

He also estimated that it was almost time, so he came and waited.
He called: "Master."
Ji Jinchuan loosened the doorknob and folded it back. Dr. Huang followed him into the room intentionally and pulled out the needle for Shen Youran.
Ji Jinchuan yawned to him: "Go rest and rest."
"You also rest earlier." Dr. Huang left the room.
Ji Jinchuan glanced at his watch. It was already three o'clock in the morning. He processed a few more emails and walked to the bed to touch her face. When the temperature was normal and there was no trace of fever, he went to the next room to rest.
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The next day, Shen Youran woke up, opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, and then gradually recovered.
She sat up slowly, looking at the strange and familiar place, her head blank for a moment.
Her head was a little groggy, and it seemed to hurt a little. She raised her hand and touched the back of the head, feeling something wrapped around her.
She looked at the furnishings in the room, except that the wedding photos hanging on the wall were gone, and the rest remained intact.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed. As soon as she took a step, there was a pain in her right leg. She looked down and found that the clothes on her body had been changed. It was the pajamas she had worn before.
She stepped back to the bed and sat down, lifted up her pyjamas, and a finger-length under her knee was wrapped with gauze, and there was a slight blood stain on it. She touched her forehead again, also wrapped with gauze.
She dragged her right leg into the bathroom, and placed some bottles and jars on the washstand, all brands she had used before, and the plastic sealant had not been removed.
She picked up a bottle, and even the date on it was up to date.
She went back to the room and opened the wardrobe. Her clothes were still there, hanging neatly.
She walked over and pulled open the drawer of the dressing table. The jewelry inside was also there, as was the butterfly brooch, but the butterfly wings glued together with glue could clearly see the cracks.
On the dressing table, skin care products are stacked, all of which are brands she used before, and half of them are replaced with new ones.
Nothing is missing, everything remains the same, and she is not like she left, but she has indeed left this house for five years.
What does he mean?
Do you want to remember what you left here?
Or did he think that even if he hurt her like that, she would still come back shamelessly?
She came out of the room and happened to meet Mom Wu from coming downstairs. Mom Wu hurried forward: "Miss Shen, why did you get out of bed?"
She originally wanted to ask Ji Jinchuan for questioning, but thought that maybe he was waiting for him to ask, otherwise why not arrange her in the guest room, but in the bedroom.
She gradually calmed down: "What about Nono?"
Wu Ma smiled: "Just now he was in your room just now, I was coaxed back."
"Who brought me back last night?" In fact, she already had an answer to this question in her heart, but she couldn't help asking.
"It's young master." Ma Wu was in her fifties, with folds on her forehead and eyes. "After you left yesterday, the young master went out to find you without worry, and then brought you back."
It was so heavy rain last night that he even went to her.
Shen Youran pressed his lips tightly, his face dim: "What about him?"
"I haven't gotten up yet." Wu Ma saw that her face was still the same as last night, pale and bloodless, and said: "You go back to the room first, I will cook the turtle soup for you, and I'll be ready, I will give you the food later. To the room."