Ye Fei has been barefoot, pale face standing in the corner, eyes covered with a layer of water mist, do not know what to think.

After struggling for half a night, Su Mohan has been sent to the hospital, and the whole person has been in a coma.

Worried about Su Mo Han's condition, ye Fei chased the doctor's steps out of the ward. Before she could step out, she saw the housekeeper and the doctor saying, "madam, you'd better talk to me directly."

Ye Fei had to stop and hide behind the door of the ward. She peeped out her sight and secretly listened to the conversation between the housekeeper and the doctor.

"The young master's injury is a little bit dangerous. The short knife just missed the young master's heart by a small distance. The position of the simple short knife was deviated. In addition, it was handled in a timely manner, so the young master did not have an accident." The doctor spoke seriously.

The housekeeper nodded and said thanks.

After hearing these words, ye Fei, who had been hiding behind the door, let out a long breath, gently closed the door and turned back to the ward.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the pale man on the bed, ye Fei gently bit her lip, and didn't know what to think about.

But she just sat down for less than two seconds, the housekeeper had already pushed the door in, looked at the servants around the guard, and said in a soft voice: "madam, the frost is heavy in the night, you'd better have a rest earlier."

Ye Fei is still sitting on the stool beside the bed, looking at Su Mo cold on the bed, and the housekeeper is to one side of the servant made a wink, put clear to her very uneasy.

Ye Fei didn't put it in her heart and stayed by the bed. This sitting was a night.

Until dawn, Su Mo Han woke up and slowly opened his eyes. He could not help but feel a touch of heartache to the pale face of Ye Fei. He gently raised his hand and held her cold little hand and said, "it's all right."

Ye Fei's stiff body moved slightly, as if the stiff statue finally had a temperature.

On his pair of dark eyes, ye Fei took back her hand in silence, turned around and planned to leave the ward without saying a word.

Su Mo Han's eyebrows twisted into a ball, with a bit of urgency: "where are you going?"

It seems that the action is a little fierce, and then a burst of light coughing sound, ye Fei is soft hearted, stops but doesn't look back.

After su Mo Han coughed, he said urgently again, "where are you going?"

It seemed to be really uncomfortable. His voice changed its tone. After all, ye Fei could not bear it. She turned to him and patted him gently on the back and handed him a glass of water channel: "I'll go and see what breakfast there is."

Su Mo Han but took her hand, deep voice way: "you stay to rest."

Ye Fei looks at his pale face, but doesn't refuse. She just pulls her hand back again. She is silent and doesn't give Su Mohan any good face. On the contrary, Su Mohan looks like a child who has done something wrong and tries to please her all the time.

"Try this. It's not bad."

Near noon, Su Mohan sits on the hospital bed in the hospital uniform, constantly carrying vegetables to Ye Fei. The food in the small bowl of Ye Fei has piled up like a mountain, but she has been eating in silence and whispering, never saying a word.

"Drink some water." Su Mo Han just ate two mouthfuls, then picked up the kettle and poured a cup of warm water to Ye Fei.

It seems that the action is a little bit urgent, just lifting the kettle will affect the wound, so that his eyebrows can not help twisting, exuding a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Ye Fei looks up at him, frowns, reaches out and grabs the kettle in his hand and places it on the table heavily. Then she throws down her chopsticks and turns back to the bed to sleep with her eyes closed.