Last night on the hard wooden bed, Qiao Ansheng recognized the bed again. Although he barely fell asleep, his eyebrows kept frowning. Now he has been stained with the soft bed and tossed for so long.
Now she is completely immersed in her dream.
Qin Yanchen went over and pulled the quilt up, covered her exposed shoulder tightly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Qiao Ansheng's face.
Qiao Ansheng seemed to be aware of it. He was confused in his sleep. He seemed to wake up, but he was really sleepy. He could only rub his face into his palm.
The soft touch in the palm softened Qin Yanchen's whole heart. He half bent down and pulled away Qiao Ansheng's slightly sweaty hair in front of his forehead.
On his smooth forehead, he printed an incomparably gentle kiss.
"Get some sleep."
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In the evening, the rainstorm finally poured down like a note, and the sky seemed to tear open with the roar of thunder.
It was splashing and didn't stop until late at night.
When I stopped, it was already more than three o'clock in the morning. At this time, people slept most soundly. The whole hospital stood quietly in the late night after the rain.
All the wards were tightly closed, and occasionally a passing nurse pushed a small iron car. The medicine bottles on the car kept ringing, accompanied by the sound of pattering footsteps.
At this time, a doctor with a mask and a white coat came from the front. The doctor was very tall and looked good.
The white coat couldn't cover the tendons and flesh of the whole body, but the face looked like a raw face.
However, many new faces came to their hospital today, many of them are internationally famous doctors. The nurse didn't care. She looked at each other's strong arms intentionally or unintentionally.
I feel it in my heart. Is the doctor's physique so good now?
Seeing the other side coming towards him, the nurse said hello to the other side very friendly: "are you the doctor invited from ward 419? It's hard to come round so late. "
The doctor was coldly accosted, and his hand hanging in his sleeve moved imperceptibly, but soon, he coughed twice hoarse, sounding very tired.
"There is no hard work. There is a big man living in 419. The leaders of us who work with wages have spoken, so we have to be careful..."
The nurse nodded, moved his cart aside and made room in the corridor for the other party: "then I won't disturb your work. You're busy."
The doctor nodded, too.
A close voice came from the ward from afar. It was like whispering in the silent night, and they passed by.
The sound of nurse carts and footsteps soon disappeared at the corner of the corridor.
Silence soon returned to the corridor.
The doctor stopped and looked back at the empty corridor.
He took a deep breath and took out a medical record book and a black ball pen from his coat pocket on his chest.
He looked at the medical record book carefully, kept walking, and then stopped in front of a ward.
The doctor looked down at the medical calendar and the ward number in front of him. The eyes above the mask were dimmed by the dark lights in the corridor.
He looked left and right again and made sure there was no one, so he caressed the door handle carefully.
With a click, the door handle was turned, and the door creaked and was pushed open. It was too quiet at night. The sound seemed to startle even the dust in the air.
The subtle light in the ward is reflected in front of me little by little.
The doctor lifted the mask up, then quickly and lightly walked into the ward and closed the door with his back hand.
There was only the buzzing sound of instruments in the room. The windows were open, the curtains were not pulled, and the curtain corners were gently blowing out continuous waves with the evening wind.
The doctor put his hand in his pocket. He took a look at the bulging mass on the bed, gently raised his feet and slowly approached the bedside.
There is a smell of disinfectant in the air, mixed with the damp smell of the earth outside, which has become an unknown smell.
The doctor's footsteps were as light as a cat. He approached the hospital bed. In his sight, there was a ball under the quilt, and someone was curled up in a deep sleep.
He stared for half a second, sneered, and suddenly shot quickly
He lifted the quilt that the man was wrapped in, followed closely with his other hand, trying to hold her throat before the man on the bed made a noise!
However, at the next moment, his whole pupil expanded in horror!
The bed is not a person, but a group of furry doll toys!
After a moment's pause, the doctor felt a sense of fear running straight to his head, which was about to drown him.
"Fuck..."
He broke out a national curse. In a short time, it was like being stung by a bee. As soon as the soles of his feet turned, he was going to rush to the door!
However, the door was pushed open from the outside at this time.
Then, a large number of bodyguards in black also followed!
After the bodyguard rushed in, someone slowly stepped in front of the crowd.
The doctor frowned and saw that the door was blocked. He didn't want to. He turned around like a Agile Rabbit, jumped up, walked over the bed and went straight to the window!
After brushing and pulling, the doctor opened the window and was about to jump.
However, as soon as he put out his head, the night wind rushed to his panicked forehead. He was so rushed that he narrowed his eyes and opened them again.
It was found that a large number of bodyguards in black had gathered under the window, more than in the house. When they heard the sound, they all raised their heads, their eyes were very vigilant and were watching him.
It was like waiting for a prey to be slaughtered.
"Shit, you..."
There were people blocking up and down the front, back, left and right. The doctor immediately panicked and shouted a series of dirty words, but there was nowhere to escape.
He put one foot on the window and didn't know whether to jump or not. His eyes wandered back and forth outside the window and inside the house.
Although the doctor wore a mask, he still couldn't hide his fear, and there were signs of panic in the depths of his pupils.
"Take less effort. After all, we've been waiting for you for a long time today..."
The man who came in earlier was leaning against the wall with his arms in his arms. The light outside the window swept a circle of cold luster on his Phnom Penh glasses and finally shone in the pupil behind his glasses.