Sunan was just about to have a rest when she received a call from Wu Tutu.
In a panic, he took the key and ran out.
Remembering fuyechuan's limping walk, she was already very guilty. If the injury was delayed and her leg could never recover, she was afraid she would owe him all her life.
Chang Li drove for 20 minutes. It took only a dozen minutes.
To Jingyuan.
As soon as Su Nan entered, Wu Tutu hurriedly came up.
"Miss Su, something serious has happened. Just after Mr. Fu fell downstairs, he began to have a fever. Now he is unconscious!"
Su Nan frowned. Hearing this, her heart clicked.
"Did you call a doctor?"
Wu Tutu was stunned and immediately spoke.
"Yes... Yes, but the doctor had an accident on the way. It will take a while."
Su Nan went directly to fuyechuan's room. The man was lying on the bed, pale, with sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked really feverish.
Erha was walking around the bed, biting the crutches.
Su Nan frowns. Is it so serious to have a fever after a fall?
Wu Tutu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
"Miss Su, what can I do? President Fu is most relieved of you. You must not leave at this time..."
She reached out, touched his forehead, and a big hand clenched her wrist tightly.
Fuyechuan opened his eyes with a faint wound in his dark and deep eyes.
He seemed a little frail and confused.
He put a force on his hand.
Su Nan couldn't get away.
She frowned.
"Su Nan, you still care about me, don't you?"
His voice was hoarse, weak and expectant.
Su Nan looked at him calmly.
"I'm responsible for your leg injury. I won't sit idly by."
Fuyechuan's eyes darkened, and the corners of his lips became a straight line.
His face slowly softened. "Well, I will be at ease when you are here."