Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 47.2

The night was deep with heavy dew. S City had high air humidity. Lin Wanqing had to go down a few steps of stairs from the elevator to reach the lobby.

She mentally recited the name of the medicine Yan Qiu needed, dialed the doctor’s number on her phone, and then her foot slipped. Her body fell heavily on the stairs.

Ah—!

Lin Wanqing suddenly knelt on the ground, unable to get up for a long time. The pain made her lower body numb. “Hiss…”

If she had fallen any harder, her kneecap might have shattered…

Her phone flew far away. The lobby manager was terrified by the sight.

The cleaning staff were off duty at night, and no one had wiped the layer of water droplets on the tiles.

The lobby manager was already thinking about how to write his resignation letter.

A faint voice came from the phone: “Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Are you at No. 7 Binhai Boulevard South Side Hotel?”

Lin Wanqing ignored the severe pain in her legs and, with the lobby manager’s help, quickly picked up her phone.

She told the doctor the exact address and Yan Qiu’s physical condition.

“Okay, I’m coming right away.”

Her knees were scraped by the stairs, and dark red blood flowed down her calves. She held back her tears, refusing to let them fall.

Qingqing is very afraid of pain.

“You… I’ll get you a first-aid kit.”

Lin Wanqing rushed out the name of Yan Qiu’s medicine. “My leg is fine. Please hurry and bring the medicine to the presidential suite.”

Not only her knees, but her elbows were also scraped. The pain made her entire arm impossible to lift.

The private hospital doctor arrived quickly. Two people went to the presidential suite to treat Yan Qiu, and one person and Yu Fei bandaged Lin Wanqing’s wounds.

The doctor examined the wound. “Falling from this height shouldn’t cause such a severe sprain and muscle strain. People usually instinctively use their hands to brace the impact, but…”

Yu Fei: Um…

Lin Wanqing: Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

The experienced secretary motioned to the doctor not to ask.

Lin Wanqing was hesitant and stuttering, her face redder than the feverish Yan Qiu.

“My waist and legs weren’t very flexible even before I fell.”

The doctor gently touched her leg and knee to assess the injury. “Prior history of illness? I hope the patient doesn’t hide anything, as it will cause trouble for subsequent treatment.”

Yu Fei frantically glared at the doctor with her eyes: Don’t, don’t ask.

Lin Wanqing: “No prior history of illness…”

The doctor looked disapprovingly at the secretary and Lin Wanqing. “I hope the patient can cooperate.”

The doctor, upholding his responsibility to the patient, pressed for details, fearing he would miss even the smallest detail.

Lin Wanqing lost all color in her eyes. “Just bandage it up a bit; I had excessive marital relations…”

She just gave up, not caring about her dignity anymore.

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly said, “Well, that is indeed excessive. Young people should exercise some restraint.”

Yu Fei covered her face, built a makeshift wheelchair from the front desk, and helped Lin Wanqing sit in it.

The shy young woman was pushed upstairs by the secretary, wobbling back and forth.

Yu Fei: “The Boss usually has to rely on a wheelchair to get around. Heaven is truly unfair, isn’t it? Miss Lin, now that you’ve had a taste of this, what do you have to say?”

Lin Wanqing had now also become one of the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

She blushed: “If I go to a scenic spot in a wheelchair next time, do I not have to queue?”

Yu Fei’s pupils dilated. Image of Yu Fei’s shock.

“It seems to be the case.”

Lin Wanqing: “Then, won’t everyone have to look down at me when they see me?”

“That’s right, too.”

Yu Fei decided to change the subject. “Did the Boss say anything to Miss Lin after getting a fever?”

The Boss had always been in poor health and would make work arrangements in advance so the company would continue to run smoothly even if she was hospitalized for a while.

Lin Wanqing pointed to her lips. “She didn’t say anything else. Boss Yan wasn’t very happy.”

Yu Fei was nervous: “Could something has happened to the company recently?!”

Lin Wanqing shook her head and said no. “She was burning up, almost forty degrees, and she asked me to kiss her, saying it would bring the fever down.”

The wheelchair was pushed to the door of the presidential suite, and Lin Wanqing struggled to stand up.

Yu Fei quickly supported her. “Oh dear, my little ancestor, how can you stand now? Hurry up and sit down and rest.”

Blood soaked through the gauze, leaving a red stain.

Lin Wanqing pulled down her rolled-up pant leg to cover the gauze on her knee, forcing a smile.

“I’m fine. Boss Yan will be worried if she sees this.”

Yan Qiu’s double leg illness flared up, and her high fever wouldn’t subside. She went to the other room to rest only so as not to disturb Lin Wanqing’s rest and prevent her from worrying.

Lin Wanqing understood this and also did not want Yan Qiu to worry.

The words Yu Fei wanted to say to persuade her further were caught in her throat.

“Madam and the Boss truly are a match made in heaven. No one can ever tear you apart.”

Lin Wanqing: … Um

We were originally strangers; it’s all thanks to her money.

Yan Qiu leaned on the sofa, half dead. The doctor’s series of procedures saved her life.

The pain in her legs finally subsided, and the high fever slowly receded.

Lin Wanqing slowly walked into the room, leaning on the wall. “Sister Qiuqiu.”

Yan Qiu, seeing Lin Wanqing through her feverish haze, reacted quickly. “Come here and let me touch you.”

“You’re almost forty degrees, and you still can’t be still?”

“Your body is cold; holding you can bring the temperature down.”

Under the doctor’s disapproving gaze, Yan Qiu held Miss Rabbit on her lap, rubbing against her soft and cold body.

Lin Wanqing looked at the medical records and was shocked. “Boss Yan’s highest fever reached forty-three degrees and lasted for a day and a night?!”

Doctor: “Yes. The situation is better now. The highest temperature tonight only reached forty-one degrees.”

“Wouldn’t that temperature fry your brain…”

Yu Fei looked at the confused Boss, who only wanted to cuddle, with a complex expression.

The doctor academically adjusted his glasses. “The possibility is relatively low, but it is certainly not zero.”

Very good, the answer has medical rigor.

Lin Wanqing: “…”

Heart aching, she put a cooling patch on her.

Yan Qiu’s fingers gently pressed on her lower abdomen. “Sweetie, I’m so hot. Let me hug you a little longer.”

Her hand visibly moved further down, while the other hand moved further up. The people around them lowered their heads, pretending they saw nothing.

Lin Wanqing was mortified. “Don’t take advantage of being sick to act like a hooligan!”

The doctor felt awkward, and Yu Fei, sensing the situation, wisely pulled him out of the suite, closing the door behind them.

The room was quiet. The prolonged sound of ocean waves crashing against the reefs outside the window could be faintly heard. A full, round moon hung in the sky, its scattered light shining brightly.

“Lin Wanqing, you are my wife. Is this how you treat your lover?”

Yan Qiu pressed her onto the sofa. Her body was damp with sweat, and the scent of bitter orange blossoms was even more intense.

“Don’t cause trouble when you’re sick. Stop touching me, let go quickly—”

Lin Wanqing told herself not to argue with a sick person, but her body was covered in goosebumps from the hot palms touching her everywhere.

She was like a fish on a cutting board, at the mercy of others.

Yan Qiu pressed down on her, her breath hot, and her eyes hazy. “Lin Wanqing, you are finally my wife. I’m so happy.”

“Stop fooling around. Our marriage is only about money.”

Yan Qiu frowned slightly. “No, you should like me. You clearly used to…”

“Used to what?”

Yan Qiu didn’t speak, just stared blankly at her.

It was as if she was looking at a heartless man.

Her gaze was direct yet melancholic, making Lin Wanqing feel uneasy and deeply pained.

The feverish Yan Qiu hadn’t forgotten how to undress someone. She quickly pulled down Lin Wanqing’s pants.

The smell of blood drilled into her nostrils, diluting the calming floral scent in the room.

Dark red blood flowed onto her pale skin, which was too glaring. Yan Qiu immediately lifted her knees and used her close-fitting garment to wipe it clean.

“What happened?!”

“You’re sick like this and you’re still worrying about me…”

Her tone was strict, but her touch was very gentle.

Her bandaging movements were more practiced than the doctor’s. Long illness makes a good doctor; it was incredibly tender.

Yan Qiu’s silent demeanor was identical to her usual rationality and intelligence. If it weren’t for her overly red face, one would genuinely believe she was well.

It wasn’t until she lifted Lin Wanqing’s knee and used her tongue to sterilize it.

Lin Wanqing: “!!!”

The painful, sensitive wound was continuously licked by the rough tongue. Lin Wanqing tried to pull her leg away, but Yan Qiu firmly held it down.

“Don’t move. I’m sterilizing it for you.”

“I wiped it with alcohol already!”

“Alcohol isn’t enough. Only I can sterilize it.”

Yan Qiu spoke nonsense with a straight face. Her slightly moist eyes held a clever gleam, and she was impressively wearing her gold-rimmed glasses on her nose.

She looked very serious, but not entirely serious.

Lin Wanqing tried to communicate with the confused person. “Both alcohol and iodine have been used, and I’ve applied medicine. Sister Qiuqiu, lie down and rest well.”

“Medicine is useless. Don’t let the doctor fool you,” Yan Qiu murmured. “If you fall, only you can help yourself. Others are unreliable and will only hurt you. A novice like you, who is just starting out in society, needs to be extra vigilant.”

Lin Wanqing stopped struggling and quietly watched her.

Yan Qiu had fallen countless times and was confined to a wheelchair for life. Had she learned a profound lesson: that others cannot be trusted?

Yan Qiu kissed the wound with her lips, whining, “My body is so hot, so burning. Only Sweetie can save me.”

Therefore, if Lin Wanqing was injured, only she could save Lin Wanqing.

Sharing the same boat, depending on each other for survival.

Just like in the dilapidated warehouse when she was fifteen, the beautiful girl climbed over the wall and cut the plastic rope binding her hands.

It was almost dawn by the time Yan Qiu “treated the wounds” for Lin Wanqing. She held her beloved Miss Rabbit and slowly fell asleep.

To be precise, she was carried by the weak, helpless Miss Rabbit to the bed and was coaxed to sleep by Miss Rabbit.

Seeing her sleep peacefully, Lin Wanqing quietly got out of bed. Yu Fei was dozing in the other room.

“Is the Boss resting?”

“Just fell asleep. When she wakes up, I’ll ask her to give you a raise.”

Yu Fei chuckled. “I am willing to work like an ox… ah, no, taking care of the Boss is my responsibility and duty. How could I ask for a bonus? That would be too much of a compliment.”

“Then I won’t give it?”

Yu Fei: ?

Lin Wanqing was just joking with her. “Did the doctor say anything about the Boss’s illness?”

Yu Fei repeated the doctor’s words before he left to the Boss’s wife. The situation was not severe. Yan Qiu had been too busy recently, which gave the pain a chance to seize her. She must not over-rehabilitate and needed to focus on rest and recuperation.

The overly self-respecting Yan Qiu could not bear to hear such words.

Lin Wanqing and Yu Fei had only been chatting for a few minutes when the door suddenly opened a crack.

Yan Qiu leaned weakly against the wall, obviously still not clear-headed.

“Miss Rabbit, I caught you.”