Ou Zhen walked up to Yang Wenya, grabbed the lamp in her hand and said angrily, "what are you doing? How can you really hurt yourself."

"I just want to know if you care about me at all. If I really die, will you be sad?" Yang Wenya suddenly jumped into Ou Zhen's arms and cried bitterly. At this moment, as a woman who loves but cannot, she has the sadness in the depths of her soul.

Ou Zhen sighed and felt helpless.

"Don't say that. I'll take you to the hospital."

"I won't go! Let me die!"

"Don't do it! Your forehead needs to be bandaged. You must go." Ou Zhen picked up Yang Wenya, but as soon as he stood up, he felt a crisp sound from his lumbar spine, pain in his waist, and he fell to the ground with Yang Wenya.

"Ouch -" ouzhen felt a thick cold sweat on his forehead.

Yang Wenya nervously got up from the ground and cried, "husband, how are you? I'll help you up!" she supported ouzhen to pull him up.

"No." Ou Zhen waved his hand hard and lay on the ground, "I can't get up."

"Well... What should I do?" Yang Wenya was at a loss. She grabbed the cell phone beside her pillow and dialed Ou Beichen.

At the moment, Ou Beichen just came out of the bathroom. Xia Wei said without raising his head, "there's your phone."

Ou Beichen went to the bedside table and picked up his mobile phone to answer, "what's up so late?"

"Xiao Chen, your father... Fell down and couldn't stand up." Yang Wenya sobbed, "what should I do? If your father has a long and short life, I won't live."

"It's not that serious. I'll rush there now." Ou Beichen hurriedly hung up the call.

Xia Weichu vaguely heard Yang Wenya's words.

If Yang Wenya fell, she might be indifferent. But the person who fell was Ou Zhen, an old man who was very kind to her.

She looked at Ou Beichen who quickly changed her clothes and said, "I'll go with you."

"No, you're at home so you don't get tired."

"I'm a doctor, more suitable than you."

Ou Beichen hesitated, "OK."

Xia Weichu got up and went to the dressing room to change clothes.

After a while, she took a bus with Ou Beichen to Ou's old house.

Every time Ou Beichen speeds up or turns the luxury car, he will release a hand on Xia Weichu's shoulder to give her another layer of protection outside the safety belt.

Such careful action inevitably makes Xia Weichu feel distressed and warm.

She observed Ou Beichen's expressionless handsome face and saw his nervousness from his tight thin lips.

"Uncle will be fine." she couldn't help comforting.

"I hope." oubeichen answered.

When they arrived at ouzhen's old house and entered ouzhen's couple's bedroom, they found that ouzhen had been carried to bed by the servant, and the blood on Yang Wenya's forehead had solidified slightly.

"Did you fight?" this was oubeichen's first reaction.

"I'm a big man, how can I beat her?" Ou Zhen stared angrily at Ou Beichen.

Xia Weichu hurried to check for ou Zhen, "uncle, tell me where it hurts."

"OK."

Xia Weichu carefully checked for ou Zhen. Ou Beichen pulled Yang Wenya to the other side and asked, "what's the matter? How did you get the injury on your head? How did the old man fall?"

"It's all her fault." Yang Wenya looked at Xia Weichu fiercely.

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Ou Beichen looked innocent for Xia Weichu. "Nan Nan has been with me all the time. How can you blame her?"

"If she hadn't married you, it wouldn't have caused so much trouble."

Ou Beichen couldn't listen anymore. He knew that he couldn't argue with Yang Wen. He simply stopped asking the reason.

At the beginning of Xia Wei's examination for ou Zhen, he concluded that "it is lumbar disc herniation and sprain, which needs acupuncture and moxibustion for a period of time."

"Then trouble gardenia." Ou Zhen looked at Xia Weichu kindly. Since he knew that Xia Weichu was the Gardenia of the medical profession, he was more satisfied with Xia Weichu's daughter-in-law. He said politely, "by the way, cure my old illness together."

"OK, as long as you can trust me." Xia Weichu smiled. Instead, she asked the housekeeper to find the medicine box and said to Yang Wenya, "let me treat your wound."

"No!" Yang Wenya said maliciously, "who knows what your heart is."