0p0 Chapter 150 Unnamed Draft
Chapter 150 Unnamed Draft
"Yeah." Feng Bo nodded heavily, frowning tightly, his face full of worry, and he slowly said: "Mr. Duan just got out of the army today, and this old headache has come back. As soon as he returned to the hotel, he felt as if his energy was drained away, and he felt weak all over, and then he developed a high fever. The doctor was helpless and had no idea what to do. Before coming to the police station, Mr. Duan finally fell asleep for a while, but his sleep was very restless, and he kept waking up again and again, which was very distressing. Miss Qiao, you may not understand the pain that Mr. Duan is suffering in his heart. We, the others, have never experienced it, and it is really difficult to truly understand that feeling, so we can't empathize with him at all! I sincerely hope that Mr. Duan can get rid of the shadow of the past as soon as possible, stop torturing himself, and live a good life."
Hearing this, Qiao Jingyu was extremely anxious, with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She widened her eyes, and asked with a slightly trembling voice due to nervousness: "Then what should we do? Should we just watch Mr. Duan continue to have a fever? He has already fainted once. If he continues like this, I'm afraid it will really cost him his life!"
Feng Bo's face was full of helplessness. He slowly spread his hands, then sighed deeply and said, "To be honest, our General Duan has never had such a situation before. General Duan was a special forces soldier, and his physical fitness was unique, as indestructible as steel. Who could have expected that he would be so sick this time. The doctor did mention that he could try to use physical cooling methods to help him reduce the fever, but the problem is... General Duan has always hated others touching him casually, even when he was sick. Even though I want to help, I dare not act rashly! Oh, this is really worrying!"
Hearing this, Qiao Jingyu was slightly startled, thinking to herself: Don't like being touched? But every time she touched him, he didn't seem to show any disgust.
Thinking of this, Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but blurt out: "How about, let me give it a try!"
"Thank you, Miss Qiao. Let's go back to the hotel!" Feng Bo was delighted. He had been waiting for Qiao Jingyu to say this. After all, Mr. Duan's condition could not be delayed. He had a high fever and had to return to the hotel to rest as soon as possible.
Qiao Jingyu was very upset at this time. How could she blurt out that sentence? She really wanted to bite off her tongue immediately. But now that things have come to this, it is hard to take back what she said. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards the car with Feng Bo.
As soon as I got in the car, I heard Duan Yuchen's low and slightly hoarse voice: "Why are you back again?"
Qiao Jingyu was flustered for a moment, but soon calmed down. After thinking for a while, she found a seemingly reasonable and plausible reason for herself: "Although you were invited by Staff Officer Wang to investigate Mu Kaiyuan's case, in fact, without your help, I would not have the extra three days to investigate the case. Moreover, you have been of great help to me all along, and I am full of gratitude in my heart. Now that you are so sick, how can I sit back and watch?"
After hearing what Qiao Jingyu said, Duan Yuchen couldn't help but frown slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked: "So, are you doing this to repay my favor?"
Qiao Jingyu was very keen to catch the dissatisfaction in Duan Yuchen's words, and couldn't help but recall that Duan Yuchen had previously said that they were just friends, and there was no need for friends to make things so clear and explicit.
"How could that be!" Qiao Jingyu hurriedly shook her head vigorously to deny it, and said sincerely: "I'm really just worried about you!"
Seeing Qiao Jingyu's sincere look, Duan Yuchen's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a faint smile, and said softly: "You still have some conscience."
Duan Yuchen remained silent throughout the rest of the journey. In fact, when he went to visit Qiao Jingyu, he relied on his strong willpower to barely maintain his conscious mind and rushed there. Now that he knew Qiao Jingyu was safe and sound, his tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and he himself immediately fell into a drowsy state.
When the two arrived at the hotel where Duan Yuchen was staying, the time had already pointed to 1:30 in the morning. Feng Bo carefully helped Duan Yuchen to the bed, and left quietly after he lay down comfortably. At this time, Duan Yuchen seemed to be asleep.
Qiao Jingyu first quickly removed the thick smoky makeup on her face, and then quickly changed back into the comfortable clothes she usually wore. After completing this series of actions, she walked lightly to the bedside, slowly stretched out her hands and began to gently massage Duan Yuchen's head.
After massaging for about forty minutes, Qiao Jingyu stopped, then went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water, soaked the towel in the basin, took it out, wrung out the water, folded it neatly, and placed it on Duan Yuchen's hot forehead.
When one hand is hot, she changes it to another one, and repeats this process. Every few minutes, Qiao Jingyu will use a towel to wipe Duan Yuchen's palms.
His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints. There were thick calluses on the palms and base of the thumb, probably from training and holding a gun.
Qiao Jingyu felt at ease when she held Duan Yuchen's hand.
When she was free, Qiao Jingyu would just stare at Duan Yuchen in a trance. Only at this time could she look at him so unscrupulously.
His facial features are like sculptures, his eyebrows are black, and under the long and curly eyebrows are a pair of calm eyes. His nose is high and three-dimensional, and his thin lips are sexy but with a hint of coolness.
When he was asleep, he wasn't as cold as usual, but rather a little gentler.
Qiao Jingyu just looked at him quietly, and her heart beat faster. This was probably what it meant to be in love!
Qiao Jingyu kept looking at Duan Yuchen and didn't know when she fell asleep on the edge of the bed.
A sudden pain came from her hand, and the pain woke Qiao Jingyu up. She saw Duan Yuchen holding her hand tightly. The man had his eyes closed and veins bulged on his head, showing how much force he was using. His brows were filled with great pain.
"Every night I dreamed of deafening explosions and bloody explosion scenes. I watched my relatives and comrades fall down in front of me one by one."