Chapter 6

When Mianmian went to call the doctor's grandfather, he stopped bleeding and applied medicine again.

The old doctor's eyes are not good, but his medical ethics is very high. He doesn't need to look at people, and he can only touch the patient's hand accurately. In the past two days, every time he asked the old doctor to come up for an injection, he asked the nurse in the clinic to help him prepare the medicine in the hanging bottle in advance, which saved a lot of trouble.

When it was getting dark, Shi Su took Shi Mian into the bathroom to take a bath, and then took her back to the next room to make her fall asleep. Then she hammered her still sore shoulder out.

The man who occupied her bed was still sleeping. She only looked at it once, turned and went into the bathroom again.

Twenty minutes later, she came out in her comfortable white pajamas, wiping her long wet hair as she walked out.

The woman with the fragrance of shower gel sits on the indoor sofa not far away. After she sits down, the man on the bed opens his eyes.

"For a strange man who is not related to me and is going to sleep on the sofa for the fourth night, I must be out of my mind." The woman put the towel aside, picked up the moisturizer and patted her face casually.

But she didn't believe what she said. If a person said amnesia, she would lose it. She had to find a chance to explore him.

The seriously injured man lay on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, tall and handsome.

Wen Yan, Jing Jihan did not speak, just turned his eyes and looked in the direction of Shi su.

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Two days later, the man in bed finally woke up again.

"Awake?" Sue looked at him with an eyebrow.

Jing Jihan did not speak, she directly threw a thick dictionary over.

The dictionary was hitting the wound on his chest. He snorted in pain, and then turned his eyes to look at her. The voice was low and painful: "do you think I'm not dead yet? It's better to stab me to death. "

When Su glanced at the man's good-looking face: "isn't it amnesia? Anyway, you've been lying in my bed for so many days. I can't always call you. You can give yourself a name. Amnesia belongs to amnesia. You should be able to read, right

Jing Jihan holds his body with one hand and reluctantly sits up. However, after sleeping for so many days, he leans on the head of the bed and looks at her again: "can I eat first?"

When Su exclaimed at this man's calm and thick skinned: "you mean to ask me for something to eat?"

Jing Jihan's expression is calm and natural: "how many days do you think a normal person can live on the injections of glucose?"

When Su saw that he had already picked up the thick dictionary, he said, "I'm cooking white rice porridge in the kitchen. I'll go and fill you a bowl. I borrowed this dictionary from my little son who is studying at the neighbor's aunt's house. Don't break it!"

"Good."

When Sue turned to the kitchen.

Jing Jihan looks at the things in his hand and turns over two pages. He hears the sound from the kitchen and the fragrance of white porridge in the air.

A few minutes later, Shi Su came back with porridge, put it on the cupboard at the head of the bed, and looked at him in a twinkling of an eye: "have you chosen your name? I don't have to be too careful, just any name I can call

Jing Jihan's line of sight to the woman: "it's a good choice."

When Su hesitated to pick up the dictionary beside the bed, he saw that the man had taken the pen and paper that she had put on the bedside table. After opening the dictionary, he saw that there were two vigorous words on the paper.