Not long after Zeng Changdong''s family left, the emergency room door opened and Zeng Mingyue was pushed out of the hospital bed.


    "How''s it going, doctor?"


    Fu Jiabei asked, but his eyes fell on Zeng Mingyue on the hospital bed.


    Because she hurt the back of her head, she was lying on the mobile hospital bed. At the moment, there was a thick layer of white gauze wrapped around her head. It was obvious that she had handled the wound.


    "After more than ten stitches, there should be no residual blood clots in the brain, but it doesn''t rule out accidents. The patient hasn''t had the anesthetic effect yet. Everything will be further examined after she wakes up."


    The doctor''s words made Fu Jiabei''s expression sink again. He didn''t expect to be hurt so seriously.


    "Thank you."


    He was silent for a moment before he said solemnly to the doctor.


    The doctor explained some precautions, which transferred Zeng Mingyue to the ward.


    "Young master."


    After entering the ward, Fu Jiabei stood in front of the hospital bed for a moment, then raised his hand and made a gesture.


    Sun Jiali, who had been standing quietly at the door, bowed to his orders.


    "I won''t go back to the company in the afternoon. Go and deal with it," Fu Jiabei ordered.


    Sun Jia was surprised because Fu Jiabei had a particularly important acquisition contract this afternoon.


    The merger company has been busy for two or three months. This afternoon is the most important signing ceremony.


    Good media are waiting to witness the signing.


    At this time, the absence of Fu Jiabei may affect the final outcome of the merger, making the opposite side feel that their sincerity is not enough and there are variables.


    In the past, Fu jiabeike never affected his work because of personal things, but now he is not ready to attend such an important signing ceremony because Zeng Mingyue


    Sun Jia felt very incredible.


    "Huh?"


    Seeing that Sun Jia didn''t respond, Fu Jiabei frowned and asked in a low, unhappy voice.


    Sun Jia quickly restrained his shocked mind and nodded, "OK, young master, I''ll go back now."


    When Sun Jia left the ward, Fu Jiabei looked at Zeng Mingyue again.


    Seeing that she seemed to have been drugged, he began to regain consciousness and wanted to turn over. He quickly raised his hand and pressed her shoulder blades on both sides.


    "Don''t move, be careful to touch the wound."


    Zeng Mingyue was tortured and woke up by pain. The pain went straight into his head. A wave of nausea was unbearable.


    Before she opened her eyes, she rushed out.


    Seeing that she seemed to want to vomit, Fu Jiabei remembered what the doctor said that she would have a concussion if she hurt her head, and her reaction was normal.


    He quickly took the spittoon. As soon as he took it, the girl really threw up by the bed.


    An unpleasant smell filled the air, and even Fu Jiabei''s hands were splashed with a little filth.


    But he held the spittoon steadily, and there was no expression of disgust and rejection on his face. He even leaned over and patted Zeng Mingyue on the back.


    If Sun Jia were here and saw this scene, he would have to stare out his eyes.


    You should know the cleanliness of your young master, which is better than the boss Fu Yichen.


    "Is it hard? You lie down and I''ll call the doctor."


    Seeing Zeng Mingyue vomit for a moment and slowly ease down, Fu Jiabei put down the spittoon and said softly.


    After he said this, he got up in a hurry, forgot to press the pager at the head of the bed, put it down and walked outside the door.


    After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and leaned over to ask Zeng Mingyue.


    "Do you still know me?"


    Zeng Mingyue lay on the pillow, slightly tilted her head and looked at the male god who came together.


    The male god''s face is still the same handsome and unparalleled, and his temperament is still the same outstanding, but I don''t know why Zeng Mingyue thinks he''s a little silly at the moment.


    She thought she might be dizzy, so she read it wrong.


    She didn''t answer for a moment. She just stared at Fu Jiabei. Fu Jiabei''s face suddenly became nervous and his eyebrows frowned heavily.


    "Do you remember what happened?"


    He asked again, in an urgent tone.


    He once helped Su MI in a play. The woman in the play left a residual blood clot on her head because of her head injury, which affected her memory and led to temporary amnesia.


    He worried that Zeng Mingyue would forget him.


    "Fu Jiabei..."


    Zeng Mingyue thought that the male god must be an illusion that he was too dizzy. How could the male god have such an anxious and nervous voice.


    So there was no need to be careful with the illusion. She called his name.


    Neither Fu Shao nor Mr. Fu


    She called his name for the first time.


    The girl''s voice was weak, so it was soft and waxy, like a whisper, but Fu Jiabei heard it clearly.


    He just felt his heart jump and his eyes were slightly stunned.


    "Tut, little thing."


    He smiled and pinched Zeng Mingyue''s ear.


    "Call the doctor first and speak later."


    When fujiabe finished, he straightened up and pressed the pager.


    The doctor gave Zeng Mingyue another examination and asked her some questions. Seeing that she thought clearly and answered neatly, he concluded that there was no big deal.


    Fu Jiabei was relieved at the speech.


    When the doctor went out, the ward became quiet.


    Fu Jiabei pulled a chair and sat down in front of the hospital bed. He looked at Zeng Mingyue lying on his side.


    "How do you feel? Are you still dizzy?"


    His voice was gentle and caring.


    Zeng Mingyue''s face was too pale because of blood loss. Her wet eyes became more and more clear and dark. Her slender eyelashes flashed, and she moved.


    "What''s the matter?"


    "I remember..."


    It''s really hard to talk on her stomach like this. She can''t see him, and she always feels that her posture is too indecent.


    "Lie down! You''ll vomit when you get up."


    Fu Jiabei leaned slightly, raised his hand and pressed the girl''s shoulder blade back to bed.


    Through the thin patient clothes, Zeng Mingyue could feel the temperature of his palm. She bit her lips and dared not move any more.


    After a moment of silence, Zeng Mingyue said.


    "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital today. I... I''m bothering you again."


    "Yes."


    Fu Jiabei answered softly, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said, "can you say anything else besides thank you?"


    Zeng Mingyue was embarrassed, as if she had been saying thank you to him since they met.


    "I... I want to say..."


    The girl bit her lip. It seemed that she didn''t know how to talk about it, and she hesitated to say it.


    "Huh?"


    It was Jiabei who couldn''t help but make a sound of encouragement when she wanted to stop talking.


    Zeng Mingyue pursed her lips, "actually... In fact, Fu Shao and I..."


    "Fu Shao?"


    Fu Jiabei interrupted Zeng Mingyue''s words. He sneered, "didn''t you call my name just now." his words reminded her of what had just happened. I don''t know why she felt a palpitation and flushed her cheeks.