Chapter 1448 The Injury Is Serious

"Miss Yan, can you tell me, I just worked for three days, how did you get yourself into this state? This is obviously caused by a fall, and I don't know how Yan Huan could do this to herself, huh?"

"I accidentally fell on the cabinet," Yan Huan moved her forehead, the injury was quite serious, not only was it red and swollen, but the skin was also broken, and now it is already good to be like this, at least it doesn't look that serious, although it is still a bit serious because it hurts.

"I'll let He Yibin come over later, this is because he hit his head," Lu Yi was a little scared, after all, Xiaoguang now has a blood clot in his brain, and he doesn't know if Yan Huan's collision will cause a concussion in his head.

"No need to let him come over?" Yan Huan really felt that she was fine, and she really didn't fall, she just bumped, bumped on the table, so it wasn't that serious, and of course it wouldn't cause any problems for herself.

Lu Yi would never listen to Yan Huan. After a while, He Yibin came over. Anyway, he didn't seem to be reluctant. I don't know if it's because being a doctor is very good-tempered. I never found that he was unhappy to come here from time to time.

"Let me take a look," He Yibin carefully tore off the band-aid on Yan Huan's head. Yan Huan frowned slightly in pain. When the band-aid tore the flesh, she instinctively felt the pain.

"The injury is not light," He Yibin looked at Yan Huan's injury, "but it's not serious, don't worry," he treated Yan Huan's wound again,

"Okay, there's no big problem, this is a bump, so it shouldn't be a head hit," he asked Yan Huan a few more questions, and Yan Huan answered them clearly.

"It's OK," He Yibin was relieved, "Don't worry, there's no big problem, but you should be more careful next time," he smiled at Yan Huan, "If my Luo Lin knew that you hit your head and it was hurt because of such a face problem, I think she would be so angry that she would come over and pinch your face. If you are not careful, you might get angry and give birth to your son early."

He Yibin now talks about his wife and children in every sentence. He is simply a new generation of baby-showing maniac.

"Is she about to give birth?" Yan Huan also felt that everything was normal. It seemed that she had asked Luo Lin to marry He Yibin not long ago, but when she opened her eyes again, Luo Lin's child was about to be born.

"It's still a few months away," He Yibin laughed, but it's almost there. If my son was born prematurely, he might be born before the full month. It's a pity, it's a.

He Yibin was a little disappointed. According to his and Luo Lin's age, they might only have one child. Of course, the more children, the better. They can afford to raise them. His mother doesn't envy other families, but she envies the Lu family. Maybe many people envy them. If we talk about family background, people in their circle generally have good families, so the more children the better. Usually, they can only have one child. It's not like the Lu family, who have three children at once, and each one is so beautiful and cute. Sometimes he wants to take their children home to raise. It's a pity that no one will have such good luck as the Lu family, who have three children at once, both sons and daughters. Luo Lin is pregnant with a son, which is good. Yan Huan knows that when He Yibin says this, there is absolutely no problem. In fact, He Yibin wants a girl, a beautiful and cute little girl like Xunxun. However, he also knows that this is an old concept of Chinese people for thousands of years. Whether it is Yiling or Luo Lin, it is better to have a son, if they don't want to have a second child. Yan Huan actually wanted to have another child, but she already knew that Lu Yi would not let her have another one. It would be difficult for her to maintain her body to its peak, and these three children almost exhausted her efforts. Maybe she could only have three children, and that was enough.

After He Yibin left, Lu Yi checked Yan Huan's wound again, "Be careful next time, don't bump into it again."

"I know, I will be careful," Yan Huan gently stroked her forehead. In fact, she could still feel the slight pain from the wound, but it didn't seem to hurt as much as before, and it wasn't a serious injury. It was just a small cut, and it didn't need stitches. It would be healed in a few days.

"Do I still have face today?" Yan Huan was still thinking about her face.

"You can eat some white noodles," Lu Yi turned her face over, "You are injured, avoid spicy food, don't eat sour soup noodles."

Lan Huan cursed Zhu Meina in her heart again. She was indeed a woman with big breasts and no brains. No matter what, she couldn't bump into a patient like her. Now she had no noodles to eat. She waited for a whole day, just for this bowl of noodles. It was a pity that she couldn't eat sour soup noodles, so she could only have white noodles in soup. If the noodles were not in sour soup, if they were not sour and spicy, then they would lose a lot of flavor. How could sour soup noodles without a lot of flavor be called noodles?

At night, Yan Huan fell asleep, but Lu Yi was still busy. When she woke up, Lu Yi was also busy. Although he was very busy, he was in good spirits, as if he had entered a certain state.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yi turned around and found that Yan Huan had woken up. He glanced at the time, "It's already this time, do you want to eat white noodles in soup?"

When Yan Huan heard about white noodles in soup, she lost her appetite. It would be better to drink boiled water than to eat white noodles in soup.

"I don't want to eat anymore," she turned over, which was a temper tantrum and a silent protest.

Lu Yi stood up, sat next to her, and pulled the quilt over her shoulders, "Just bear with it these days. When your injury is healed, I will cook noodles for you, okay?"

"Okay," Yan Huan turned back and shook his hand, "You go and do your work. I'll stay with you here."

Well, she stayed with him here. Let her sit. She was tired, so it was better to lie down. And listening to the sound of Lu Yi typing on the keyboard was actually a kind of enjoyment. But Lu Yi was too busy. When she woke up from a nap, he was still busy, and the lights were always on.

Yan Huan sat up carefully. She gently touched her forehead. If she didn't touch it, she didn't feel much, and it didn't hurt much. However, if she touched it, the pain was still there.