Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Li Fang thought, doesn't the eldest young master want to use practical actions to prove that he is not seriously injured and alleviate your worries?

A nurse over there pushed a wheelchair over, and Wen Qiao supported him: "Sit down quickly."

Fu Nanli had already changed into a blue and white striped hospital gown. Due to excessive blood loss, his face was now sickly pale. Qin Bei pushed the wheelchair to the inpatient department, and Wen Qiao followed him and held his hand.

When they arrived at the ward, everyone stayed outside. Wen Qiao helped him get on the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to unbutton his hospital gown. Fu Nanli held his hand down, "What are you doing?"

Wen Qiao pushed his hand away: "Let me see your injury."

Fu Nanli grabbed her hand again, "It's bandaged, there's gauze, and the wound can't be seen."

Wen Qiao raised his eyes and saw that there was still blood on his neck that had not been wiped clean. He quickly rummaged through the cabinets and found a pack of wet wipes. He took one out and wiped it carefully for him, "Why is there blood here?"

"It was probably accidentally splashed when I pulled out the knife just now. It's a small injury, don't worry."

Wen Qiao threw away the wet tissue in his hand, and the smell of gunpowder in his voice was obvious, "I'll go find her to settle the score!"

His wrist was clasped, "Come back."

Wen Qiao was angry: "Why could she hurt you? And why are you with her?"

Fu Nanli's wound hurt a little. He leaned on the bedside and held her hand. He was afraid that if he let go, the little wolf would complain to him.

"She said some things in front of my mother and grandfather with the intention of causing damage, and I gave her a few warnings."

Wen Qiao suddenly became quiet and turned his head to look at him, sizing him up.

Fu Nanli rubbed her fingers: "What are you looking at?"

"Brother Nanli, are you using the provoking method?"

Fu Nanli chuckled lightly, "What do you mean?"

"Did you deliberately provoke He Yan and let her hurt you? Do you have a reason to punish her with the law?"

Fu Nanli's expression was so calm that he didn't even tremble his eyelids, "I really didn't expect that she would hurt me with a knife."

Wen Qiao came closer, "Do you dare to say that you really don't have this idea? How can you risk yourself and make fun of your own safety?"

Fu Nanli chuckled: "Kid, you are too imaginative. I just wanted to warn her, but I didn't expect that she would go crazy."

Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes, "Is it really not because He Juan is your good friend? If you hadn't been injured yourself, you really couldn't bear to let He Yan be brought to justice?"

Fu Nanli knocked on her head: "Okay, don't have wild imaginations. He Yan is not worthy of me dragging myself into it."

Wen Qiao looked miserable, "Are you in pain?"

Fu Nanli's lips turned white. The knife stabbed her so hard that the anesthesia effect had worn off. Even breathing was painful. "Fortunately, it's just a skin injury."

Wen Qiao felt distressed, but there was nothing she could do to help him share the pain.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and it was He Juan who came in. The first thing he asked when he came in was, 'Are you okay? ’

Fu Nanli thought that if He Juan ignored his injuries and only wanted to plead for his sister, then he would let He Yan sit through the jail.

He asked "Are you okay?" Fu Nanli's face was not so ugly, and he said solemnly: "Luckily, your sister inserted the knife in the wrong direction."

"Sorry." He Juan said, with a complicated expression, as if something was stuck in his throat. He really didn't know what to say for a moment.