The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 16: Is your throat broken too?

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"I don't know where there is a medical center here. You have too many bedsores on your body. I'm afraid it won't work without some medicine. I have to go out and look for them as soon as possible." A Chou looked at the bedsores behind him. His brows furrowed into the word "Chuan", "How about lying down like this first? The bedsores on your back are worse than those on the front. If you turn over again, they will definitely stick to the sheets, and it will definitely hurt more..."

A Chou looked at the sheets underneath and suddenly couldn't speak anymore. The sheets were really dirty, not to mention the mud on them, but the filth on them was shocking. When he wiped the man's body just now, A Chou She saw it. She was afraid that the man would be uncomfortable, so she didn't say anything just now. Quan pretended that she didn't see it, so A Chou didn't even wipe the secret place for him. But at this time, A Chou couldn't bear it anymore. She was wearing so much filth, and the room was filled with this smell. Man said she couldn't stand it, but it would be even more uncomfortable for a man who lay in bed all day long, right?

At that moment, A Chou hurried back to the kitchen and found a new set of sheets, quilts and a thin quilt from the bag. She silently thanked Mrs. Duan in her heart for preparing everything so completely. At that moment, A Chou hurriedly When she came back, she put the sheets and other items on the bedside, and leaned over and said to the man: "It's a nice day. It's sunny outside. Let's change the sheets and wash them."

The man's whole face was buried in the pillow. She couldn't see his expression. Just looking at the disheveled hair on that end, A Chou felt uncomfortable again. She immediately said: "I'll burn it when I'm done." Let the water wash your hair."

There was no more nonsense at the moment. A Chou twisted the handkerchief and scrubbed the man. It must have been a long time since anyone had scrubbed him. It was simply unsightly. Not only was it covered with filth, but his whole **** looked like it was going to be rotten. , A Chou changed two more basins of water, and finally wiped it clean. This place was no better than other places, it was inevitably a little more delicate, and it had been marinated for so long. A Chou didn’t dare to use force. Just wiping this place felt worse than before. It's even more difficult to turn him over.

Finally the wiping was done, Achou breathed a long sigh of relief. She knelt at the foot of the bed and peeled off the sheet. After peeling off the two corners of the foot of the bed, she crawled to the head of the bed, first peeling off the inside. When she crawled over to uncover the other corner, she suddenly stopped as soon as she took one step. She saw the man shaking. To be precise, the man's head was shaking. It was shaking extremely violently and was buried in the pillow. His head was shaking, and even his disheveled hair was shaking.

A Chou was frightened, thinking that she had bumped somewhere and hurt the man. She was so busy that she patted the man on the shoulder and asked carefully: "What's wrong? Did I bump into you just now? ...Do you feel uncomfortable?"

The man did not answer, but suddenly stopped trembling. A Chou was worried after all. He paused and asked in a low voice: "You...can you speak? Is your throat broken too?"

The man still ignored A Chou, and A Chou was not discouraged, but he sighed in his heart and said secretly, this man may even have a broken voice, he is really pitiful.

She was worried and wanted to turn the man over to check, but looking at the filth on the sheets and the bedsores on the man's back, she decided not to worry. She crawled over and pulled out the other corner of the sheet. Then little by little, he pulled out the filthy sheet from under the man, along with the tattered blanket, and threw it outside.