Chapter 495

The next day, at six in the morning, Wencheng woke up.

She was awakened by the pain. The effect of the anesthetic had passed. The knife wound on her back was burning. There was also a burst of pain in her waist and abdomen.

She gasped very hard, moved her fingers, and when she gradually regained consciousness, she heard the sound of the vital signs monitoring instrument.

As soon as she did something, the person beside her bed woke up.

To the eye, it was a slightly haggard but handsome cheek, which Lei Ruixiu had.

He watched her all night, and there were several used cotton swabs and water cups on the bedside table to moisten her lips.

Wen Cheng bumps into his bloodstained pupil and blinks inadvertently. His lips squirm twice, but he can't speak because of his burning throat.

Lei Ruixiu was still wearing yesterday's trousers and shirt. He had three buttons on his collar and rolled his sleeves around his arms. Seeing Wen Cheng's eyes opening weakly, he bent forward and asked in a low voice, "does the wound hurt?"

His breath sprinkled on Wen orange's neck, which made her move slightly. She could not make a sound, but could only frown and blink.

It hurts.

It should be that last night she got up to kick Wen Zhiyuan, which caused the wound behind her to burst open. Later, she had no impression.

Lei Ruixiu stretched out his dry palm and stuck it on her forehead. Then he took out a straw from the bedside table and put it in a water cup. "Drink water first, and I'll ask the nurse to add a pain pump to you."

Wen Cheng slowly lowered his eyelids, gently bit on the straw, took a sip, and then he had no strength.

"Still drinking?" Lei Ruixiu holds the thermos cup. The temperature is just right.

Wen Cheng shakes his head, but his eyes are full of fatigue.

She still wants to sleep, but it hurts.

Lei Ruixiu put the water cup, touched her cheek, leaned over her forehead and gave her a kiss, "lie down for a while, I'll go back."

He got up and walked out of the ward, the warm orange on the bed blushed slightly.

She is tired and painful. She can't speak. Otherwise, she must ask him, who promised to be his nanny?

This man's words last night were too overbearing and too... Demagogic.

In less than half an hour, people from several other wards rushed over.

Yan Shiqi is the first to bear the brunt. When she enters the door, she rushes in front of Wen Cheng. Her eyes are red, pressing the corners of her mouth. She chokes for several seconds before she says: "elder sister..."

Then she turned her cheek and rubbed her eyes.

Wen Cheng's index finger is still carrying an instrument clip. Seeing the inkstone, Shi Qi wants to cry or not, he faintly says, "no, I'm... OK!"

Inkstone when seven nodded, sour but sour let her keep rubbing eyes.

At this time, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open. Because of the loss of control, the door handle directly hit the wall, shaking people's eardrum.

Wen Cheng congeals her eyebrows and looks slowly at Leng Yiyan, who is still young and handsome in a pleated tuxedo.

Her and his eyes met from the air, one calm, one trembling.

But in a moment, Wen Cheng's mouth started a light smile and said, "Yan Zi..."

Leng Yiyan's Adam's apple kept rolling. He was standing at the door, where she could reach her sight, listening to the sound of the voice which had been familiar to the bone since he was young, but his heart was full of pain.

He was breathless, and finally with her eyes opposite, excited, intolerable, forbearance, many emotions in fermentation.

Some can't control it. The next second, Leng Yiyan turns to escape from the ward. He stands in the corridor and hits the wall with one punch. Then he covers his eyes with one hand, and some tears slide down his fingers.

Orange, wake up.

I called his name.

I don't want her to see her gaffe, but I can't help crying after all