Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute - Chapter 715
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Chapter 715

715 Bipolar disorder? depression? _1

What's wrong with you: why do you have to provoke me when: m cooking?: ning Qing roared at him. I told you to go out and stay, but you had to get in my way. You're so happy to see me unhappy? Isn't it interesting to lead me by the nose and play with me? Since you've seen enough of the joke, I'll ask you to leave, Mr. Judge!

Nian lie's expression didn't change at all as he listened to her venting.

He remained silent and reached out to her again.

Ning Qing stepped back. can you

Your hand is injured.

Ning Qing's anger was stuck.

Nian lie held her hand and lowered his head to look at her fingers.

There was a red mark on the outer side of his left index finger. It looked a little deep and blood was slowly oozing out.

His face suddenly sank. did you hurt yourself by cutting vegetables?

Without waiting for ning Qing's answer, he raised his head, his expression ugly. wash it with clean water and go out immediately.

Ning Qing glanced at it, her anger dissipating. it's just a small injury.

Nian Xi held her hand tightly. His face was cold, and he even gritted his teeth. ning Qing, you're a designer!

The most important thing for a designer is their hands.

He held her hand with one hand and used the other to move the wheelchair, wanting to pull her out.

What was important wasn't his hands, but his brain.

Ning Qing wanted to reply to him, but when she saw the man's tense side profile and anxious movements, she suddenly felt a little complicated.

Nian Yu slid to the living room.

Ning Qing stood in front of his wheelchair and said, I'm really fine.

Nian lie refused to listen. I have disinfectant in my room. Go get it.

Ning Qing still wanted to say something, but she was threatened by his cold eyes.

She nodded and entered his room. where did you put it?

the bottommost compartment of the left drawer.

Ning Qing followed his instructions and pulled open the drawer, where a few bottles were placed.

Puzzled, she picked up a bottle and read it silently. She shook it again, and there was only a small half left.

Nian lie was taking medicine?

Just as she was feeling puzzled, a man's nervous voice came from behind her.

Wait a moment!

Ning Qing's hand trembled. Nian lie wheeled himself over and snatched the medicine bottle from her hand.

The look in Nian lie's eyes was unnatural. He felt that he had overreacted just now. He lowered his voice and warned, don't touch my things.

That's a bottle of disinfectant,

Ning Qing followed his direction and picked up the medicine bottle. It was filled with liquid.

Nian lie turned to look at her. He bent down and picked up a tube of ointment. this is for you too.

Ning Qing lowered her eyes. what is it?

Xuxu applies to scars.

Her heart skipped a beat as the man pushed the wheelchair out.

When they reached the door, Nian lie turned around. come out quickly if you're done.

I'm talking about the one on you.

Ning Qing quickly treated the wound on her hand but did not apply his ointment on the wounds on her body.

By the time she left, the kitchen was already on the verge of exploding.

She had forgotten to turn off the fire, and by the time the two of them realized it, the pot was already a mess.

When the meal wasn't ready, Nian lie also forbade her from cooking again, using the excuse that he disliked her clumsiness.

It was already eight o clock in the evening when the food was delivered.

After the meal, Nian lie did not let her clean up, so ning Qing prepared to go home.

On the way back, ning Qing looked out the window. The people passing by were all kinds of people with different thoughts.

She suddenly thought of something. She took out her phone and searched for a name in her memory.

However, the information that popped out shocked her.

The lithium tablets were an antipsychiatric medicine mainly used to treat bipolar disorder. It was very effective in the treatment of bipolar disorder and depression, as well as the prevention of recurrence.

Manic?

Depression?