After a three-hour flight, the plane landed in the back garden of a private villa. Sophia also woke up due to the small bumps of the plane landing. She looked at this strange manor through the window, thinking about how to lure Michael into the deep mountains and forests.
The two slowly stepped off the plane, and two servants followed with their luggage. Sophia was thinking about how to get Michael's phone, but without paying attention, she stepped forward and fell forward. Due to inertia, Sophia's hands hurriedly grabbed a fulcrum hoping to give herself some support, which turned out to be Michael's back collar. Michael seemed to be thinking about something, and he didn't expect that someone would suddenly grab the back of his neck, so his body shook, and he fell backwards in the void under his feet.
The servants behind them widened their eyes, thinking: Oh my god, is this the pace of kissing? In an idol drama scene, are those magnet-like lips about to stick together?

There was just a "bang" sound, and Michael's head hit the steps above. Sophia was not much better, because even though she had a chance, she fell to the right and fell down the steps. The material quality of this airplane ladder is obviously very good, and the reaction force of the hard material is reflected on the ferocious faces of the two people, which is the ultimate product quality test.
The servants saw Michael and Sophia in distress and were stunned for a second, then quickly put down their luggage and went to help them up. As soon as I helped him, I realized that Michael's head was bleeding from the impact, and he was dizzy. He looked at him shaking and raising his hand to point at Sophia, mumbling something, but finally put it down feebly. Sophia's hand wasn't much better. Her right hand hurt terribly. It was initially thought that it might be a fracture.
Sophia felt very guilty when she saw Michael's appearance. "I'm really sorry. I was wearing high heels and I stepped on nothing. Sorry, let's call the doctor quickly. There is blood on your head. It looks very serious." Sophia said and pointed at Michael's head. Seeing him holding his head with his hands and using his little fingers to hold his sunglasses in place, Sophia found it very funny.
Michael looked at Sophia, who couldn't help but laugh, and became even more angry. "You woman, you still have the nerve to laugh?" Then he took out his cell phone tremblingly and called Peter to ask him to arrange for a doctor to come to the villa to see a doctor.
While waiting for the doctor to arrive, the accompanying servant briefly bandaged Michael. Michael was really knocked unconscious, and the collar of his white shirt was stained bright red. The fatigue of traveling and heavy blood loss made his face a little pale, and the color of his lips was not as bright as usual. Except for the severe pain in Sophia's right arm, the scratches on her head, legs and face are relatively small. After the servants use alcohol and iodophor to treat them, there is basically no risk of infection. Some bruises can be rubbed with medicinal wine or bruise medicine. Recover quickly.
Sophia felt a little uncomfortable when she saw Michael lying on his side on the sofa in pain. So she asked the accompanying servant to tell the kitchen to stew an old hen and add more red dates to replenish Michael's energy and blood. Then he took the initiative to stand next to Michael and used his left hand to help Michael hold the ice patch on his head.

Originally, he wanted to take off his black glasses, but the weak Michael suddenly became very alert and immediately pinched Sophia's wrist with his right hand. Because the movement was too fast and too big, Michael's head hit the sofa again, and blood seeped into the gauze and dyed it red. Sophia's wrist was pinched hard by Michael, and when her fingers happened to be pressed on the bruised area, Sophia screamed "s-s-" in pain.
"Okay, just don't touch your glasses. You can let go, you hurt me."
Michael then let go of his hand, and at the same time he realized that the wound had been hit again, and he frowned in pain.
"I really don't know what secrets you hide in your glasses. Now that it's healed, the wound has cracked again and needs to be bandaged again. The second trauma was caused by yourself. If there are any sequelae in the future, don't rely on me. ." Sophia quickly abdicated her responsibility while boasting about her pinched left wrist.

"Aren't you my wife? If I don't rely on you, who can I rely on?" Michael replied calmly.
Sophia didn't expect this guy to say this suddenly, and was speechless for a moment. She awkwardly sat back on the original sofa and turned her head to the side to avoid eye contact.
After the doctor came, he gave the two people a detailed examination. The wound on the back of Michael's head was relatively large and there may be a risk of concussion. If signs of persistent nausea, dizziness, and vomiting appear the next morning, it is recommended to go to the city hospital for further rigorous examination. Sophia's minor cuts and bruises were in good condition, but her right hand was indeed dislocated, and her index and middle fingers were also fractured, possibly due to too much inertial support. When the doctor helped Sophia put her arm back on, she screamed in pain. Then the doctor prepared some medicine and gave some dietary taboos, etc., and followed the servant to the guest room on the second floor to stay.
After listening to the doctor's words, Michael planned to go back to his room to rest quickly with the help of the servant. He indeed looked very weak.
Sophia was also exhausted physically and mentally, but this accident disrupted all her plans. Moreover, this stupid accident was caused by him, and he almost got himself involved in it. Sophia looked at the large and small injuries on her body and scolded herself hard in her heart. But being angry, she still needed to get Michael's phone and quickly came up with a new solution.
Sophia suddenly felt a little hungry, so she was going to the kitchen to find something to eat. Looking at the soup simmering in the pot, she suddenly had a bad idea. Then she immediately returned to the room, took out a box of stuff, poured some into the soup, and immediately started stirring it. Then someone brought a tray with a bowl and followed her to Michael's room.
Michael originally planned to go to bed, but he still opened the door when he saw Sophia coming.
"Drink some of this. You lost a lot of blood today. It's my fault anyway, so just think of it as my compensation." Sophia said, and motioned to the people around her to pass the soup to Michael.
Michael leaned against the door, looked at the soup, and said nothing.
The servant looked at both sides for a moment, feeling a little at a loss.
"What's wrong, are you afraid that I'll poison you? I'm not that boring. The lifeblood of our company still lies in your hands, doesn't it?" Sophia looked at Michael's silent look and continued to add.
Michael still didn't speak, just touched his head with his hand.
Sophia was speechless. "You don't want me to stay in the room to take care of you or feed you myself, do you?" Sophia raised her voice and asked in disbelief, "Michael, look at me, I have a broken right hand. Can you please wake up?"
"The doctor said that I may have suffered a concussion. The situation is very dangerous. Looking around the villa, you are the only one who is most suitable to stay in the room and keep vigil. What do you think, Sophia Smith?" Michael was silent for so long, but still It was inhumane to say that.
Yes, she is Sophia Smith now, not Sophia Wilson anymore. Sophia shrugged, "Okay, Master Michael. All the mistakes are my fault. Just let me, a patient with an injured right hand, take care of you, a concussion patient." After that, she motioned to the servant to put the soup on the table. After leaving, she walked directly into the room and sat on the soft sofa.
This move was in line with Sophia's wishes. She was originally thinking of some excuse to keep him in the room, but he took the initiative himself. Before arriving, Sophia had already checked the encrypted email sent by Wendy. Everything is going well with Xiaowu and Xiaomei. Wendy had been following Linda without being discovered. Now she had followed Linda to an underground parking room. Now it depends on Sophia's investigation of Michael's situation.
Thinking of this, Sophia stood up and took the initiative to sit next to Michael. "Drink some, it's almost cold." Sophia handed the soup to Michael with her left hand. Michael took the soup into his hand and slowly took it to his mouth.
Sophia was a little nervous and didn't know if Michael would find anything else in the soup. Watching Michael slowly bring the soup to his mouth, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and frowned. Sophia became even more nervous, and her big fingers almost drilled through her palm.
"What was added to the soup?" Michael said coldly.
"I don't know, they make tons of soup. I mean if you hit your head, let the old stew hen make up for it, and add some more red dates, peanuts or something." Sophia let out a breath, then pretended to be calm. Answer slowly.
"Is there anything else?" Michael said as he put the soup back on the table.
Sophia felt that her back was sweating, but she still waved her hands and said calmly, "It's nothing. There should be some wild ginseng in the soup. Of course, there are some." , put in some pig brains, pig blood, duck blood, etc., isn't it just to make up for what is missing..." Sophia also felt a little funny after she said it, and her voice became softer.
Michael turned his head to the side speechlessly, not wanting to look at Sophia. I already had a headache, but now it’s even worse.
"Drink some. I tasted it and it tasted pretty good. The aunt here is perfect at her craft skills." Sophia was still encouraging Michael to drink the bowl of soup.
"I am allergic to peanuts."
Sophia was chattering there for a long time, and Michael calmly said these six words. The plan fell through all of a sudden, and Sophia was a little angry that she didn't do a good job preparing her back. Why didn't she even know that this guy was allergic to peanuts?
"Okay, let's not drink anymore. It's getting late, so let's go to bed early." Sophia actually threw a few more melatonin pills into the soup. Melatonin contains sleeping ingredients. Sophia originally planned to give Michael a peek at his phone or export the data while he was sleeping. Now I can't drink the soup, so I can only take melatonin directly.
"Come on, take the medicine, Dr. Yang ordered first." With that said, Sophia poured Michael a glass of purified water.
Michael was also a ruthless person. He swallowed those medicines in three gulps, and then drank all the water in the cup.
Sophia watched him take the medicine and still cursed in her heart: Is this guy a cow? You won't be afraid of choking to death if you swallow the medicine this way. But then I saw him take out a green candy from his pocket, and the opportunity came!
"I didn't expect you to be afraid of bitterness, hahahaha." Sophia grabbed the candy and said with a smile, "However, eating candy is not conducive to the decomposition and digestion of medicine, so I might as well mix it with some vitamins. I asked Dr. Yang to get me the fruit-flavored one." Yes, just treat it like candy." With that, Sophia handed two melatonin pills and two vitamin pills to Michael.
Michael hesitated for a few seconds, but after the bitter taste in his stomach surged again, he immediately stuffed the vitamins in Sophia's hand into his mouth.
Seeing that Michael swallowed, Sophia breathed a sigh of relief. After helping Michael to bed, Sophia lay down on the sofa bed outside the bedroom to rest.
I am really grateful to these health care product manufacturers for making vitamins and melatonin so similar. They are both colorful animals, fragrant and soft.
Within five minutes, Sophia heard Michael snoring slightly. Is he asleep? Sophia takes action.