"I don’t recomnd working for too long, because long hours aren’t good for your recovery."
With every word the doctor said, Li Beijue’s eyebrows furrowed a bit more.
By the ti he finished, Li Beijue’s eyebrows could practically crush a fly.
Under Li Beijue’s intense gaze, sweat broke out on the doctor’s forehead as he anxiously replayed his words to see if he’d said sothing wrong.
Chi Enen tried to lighten the mood at this mont, "I also think it’s best for you not to work and to rest for a period of ti first."
"Yes, adequate rest is actually more conducive to recovery, maybe Young Master Li’s wound will scab over in seven or eight days," the doctor imdiately chid in.
It was unclear whether Li Beijue was listening, but he relaxed his furrowed eyebrows slightly and said, "Huo Yi, see them out."
"Yes, Master Jue." The person next to him imdiately said, "Doctor, let’s go out."
The doctor was more than eager to leave and promptly responded, "Alright, alright."
Huo Yi led the way in front, and he followed anxiously out like his eyebrows were on fire.
Once outside, he even closed the ward door smoothly.
The man lying on the sickbed shifted as if he wanted to sit up.
Chi Enen noticed and imdiately stepped forward, "Li Beijue, what are you doing? Don’t move around. Just tell if you want anything."
The worry and anxiety were all over her face, and under the effect of the doctor’s words, Li Beijue, who had felt sowhat irritated, suddenly felt much better. With a deep and chiseled look, his thin lips naturally gave orders, "Prop a pillow for , I want to sit up."
Chi Enen couldn’t handle him and did as he said, propping a pillow behind him and letting him lean against the sickbed at a 45-degree angle.
She had barely caught her breath when the man beside her naturally ordered, "Peel an apple, I want to eat it!"
"You just woke up, it’s best not to eat cold and hard things. If you’re hungry, I’ll ask Butler Huo to bring you so white porridge."
"Annoying!" He seed to have locked horns with Chi Enen, insisting, "I don’t want white porridge, I just want you to peel an apple!"
That attitude involuntarily reminded Chi Enen of Bae Chi.
Every ti Bae Chi threw a tantrum or was upset, he used this exact tone.
Her past interactions with Bae Chi taught her that reasoning wouldn’t work in this situation. The best solution was to go along with their wishes.
Her gaze fell on the bandages on the man’s head and his slightly pale thin lips, and her heart softened. She took a piece of fruit that Huo Yi had bought from the bedside, took out a small knife, sat down next to him, and began peeling.
As she peeled, the man beside her kept on directing, "Chi Enen, don’t peel the skin too thick, and don’t peel it too thin. Also, I like it when there’s a bit of unpeeled skin left."
"Don’t break the peel, make it look nice."
"By the way, did you wash your hands?"
"There, you haven’t cleaned that spot. Didn’t I tell you? I don’t eat apples with leftover skin!"
Chi Enen went back to clean the spot he ntioned.
Picking up from where she left off, she accidentally broke the apple peel.
Sure enough, the person on the sickbed imdiately began to criticize, "Chi Enen, are you a pig? Don’t break the peel, peel another one!"
She took a deep breath, finally unable to hold back, and looked up, "You’re so noisy, can you be quiet for a bit!"
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