The Overbearing CEO's Little Wildcat (27)

Some were scrapes, some were bruises, and then there were her elbows, knees, and ankles…

In the end, Su Qiao gave in because she was simply too hungry.

After the first bite, she couldn't stop eating.

It was just too delicious.

It wasn't just that the blood-replenishing porridge was delicious, but…

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she could taste anything, so long that she had forgotten what it was like.

She never expected that one day she would be able to taste food again.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy—she was eager to try them all.

After eating two large bowls, just as Su Qiao was rubbing her stomach and looking forward to more…

Qin Mohan took the bowl away, even the insulated container that held the porridge.

"You can't eat any more. You're allowed one more bowl before bed later."

"..." Su Qiao didn't react for a moment, then glared at him, fuming.

Protest, absolute protest.

She was a patient now, and he wouldn't even let her fill her stomach? How inhumane!

Qin Mohan went to the washroom, wrung out a small cloth, and wiped her mouth.

"Be good. The doctor said you have a concussion, so you can't eat too much at once."

"..." Be good, my foot! She hadn't eaten anything all day, how could two bowls of porridge be enough?

"Don't move around. I'll go call the doctor to check on you."

Qin Mohan reached out and pressed the person struggling to sit up back onto the bed, then turned and left the ward.

"Little Four, can I really not beat him up?"

Su Qiao touched her stomach, which was at most half full, and was furious.

444 quickly tried to soothe her, afraid that she might try to throw a punch again if things didn't go her way.

Host, he's doing this for your own good. Once your foot gets better in a few days, you can eat whatever you want.

Let me tell you, there are so many delicious things in this world. There are lots of snacks, and many beautiful cakes, and milk tea, and all sorts of pretty and tasty ice cream…

To appease Su Qiao, 444 kept conjuring up many pictures as it spoke.

The more Su Qiao looked, the hungrier she got. If it weren't for maintaining her image, she might have drooled from craving.

"Shut up."

She was already hungry. Was Little Four sure it wasn't trying to get revenge on her by showing her so many pictures right now?

Was there no one who pitied her, someone who hadn't been able to taste anything for years?

However, the thought of being able to taste all these things in the future suddenly made Su Qiao incredibly interested in this world, filled with anticipation.

Qin Mohan soon returned with a young male doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Su Qiao glanced at the young male doctor, then pointed to her right ankle, her eyes somewhat cold.

"Do you think it needs to be like this?"

Could this be another quack trying to "rob and murder"?

Don't think she didn't know; her ankle was, at most, a severe sprain.

A little stabilization and some medication, and there was absolutely no need for a cast.

And her knee, even though the skin was broken, did it really need to be wrapped up like a pig's trotters?

Nie Feng turned to look at Qin Mohan, coughed twice, and explained:

"Ahem, your ankle ligament sprain is quite severe. It's better to fix it with a cast to prevent the condition from worsening."

"Your knee injury isn't light either. It's best not to put any force on that leg during this time, and don't let water touch the wound."

Su Qiao was almost laughed at by him.

She meant for this doctor to understand, but he still beat around the bush.

"Dr. Nie, you might not know this, but I'm also a medical professional."

Under Su Qiao's somewhat cold gaze, Nie Feng involuntarily rubbed his nose.

"Ahem, I really didn't know that."

He then gave a look to his friend Qin Mohan, who was standing to the side, and quickly made his escape.

Watching his retreating back, Su Qiao called out with a hint of resentment:

"Dr. Nie, I've got my eye on you. If there's any problem with this leg, I'm coming to find you."

As for what she would find him for, he would know in due time.

After Nie Feng left, Qin Mohan cleared his throat uncomfortably, turning his body slightly away.