Yue Haoqing also looked at him, sighed softly and went out silently. He felt it was time to talk to the doctor. Before that, he had seen the doctor's expression, which gave him a very bad premonition.
Well, I hope my hunch is wrong.
Si Lianye only saw her at this time. Seeing that she was dirty all over, he first called someone to send her belongings and clothes, then went to the bathroom to screw in a wet towel and wipe her all over. It seemed that her whole body was much more comfortable. He saw that her eyebrows had gradually stretched out.
This made him very happy, but he didn't change his clothes, so he had to cover her tightly with a quilt. Now she is two people's body and can't catch a cold.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help giggling, put his big hand gently on her lower abdomen, narrowed his eyes, and exhausted all his spirit to feel the vigorous vitality there.
Well, it seems that there are some differences.
The father to be burst into a silly smile.
For the next half an hour, he watched her time carefully.
Yue Haoqing personally sent the things, but this time when he saw Si Lianye, he was as eager to talk as the doctor, but this time Si Lianye didn't let go, so he asked, "what do you want to say?"
Yue Haoqing opened his mouth and looked at the expectant smile on his face, but he couldn't say anything. He had to shake his head: "no, nothing. I want to say that I will look after the company now. Don't worry."
Si Lianye looked at his right-hand assistant, nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing.
Along the way, the friendship between them has long broken through the boundaries of superiors and subordinates, and has developed into a relationship similar to that of friends. Naturally, he said this at this time for the good of Si Lianye.
He also understood that the commitment between men does not lie in the expression of language, so he used actions to express his gratitude.
The door was soon closed. Yue Haoqing looked at the closed door, sighed gently, turned and left.
Yunye has a lot of things waiting for him. He can't help with medical affairs. He can only contact him with some worries in the company.
Si Lianye disliked that the current ward was too small, so he asked people to change Shen Xiran to the best room in the hospital. The room here is similar to that of a five-star hotel. The design of the inner and outer rooms, the decoration of the luxurious bathroom, and even a small restaurant and kitchen.
If it weren't for the iron shelves on its head that are convenient for hanging hanging bottles, it would almost make people think that they are in a hotel, not in a hospital.
That's what Shen Xiran thought when he woke up.
She felt that she had a deep dream. She couldn't remember what she dreamed. The first feeling when she opened her eyes was, ah, it was so dazzling.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes again, and gradually there were terrible scenes in her mind, thick white smoke, hot red fire, and the mood of despair.
Is she still in the fire
She took a cold breath and was immediately hurt by the breath.
"Cough..."
She coughed hoarsely. Her body was tingling and grateful. Only a pair of eyes could see things clearly.
However, as the objects in front of her fell into her eyes one by one, her heart settled down.
Great, it's not in that room. There's no fire, no smoke, nothing that can take her life. She's safe.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, and then another question came to her mind. So where is this place
She turned her head and saw all the exquisite furniture, the quilt she was now covered with, and her arms wrapped in gauze.
Wait, gauze
Is she in the hospital
Her hand moved, and then she found a hanging bottle hanging on her arm, in which the crystal liquid was dripping down bit by bit.
Did you go back to the hospital
She finally guessed and looked around. The room was very big, but there seemed to be no one except herself.
No, there are still people.
She looked and finally saw a man curled up in the corner of the room.
That's
She narrowed her eyes. Who's that
She moved her arm to hold her body up, but with her things, there was another sharp pain on her arm, which made her "hiss" uncontrollable.
The man in the corner immediately looked up, and a beautiful face showed a surprised look: "you're awake."
"Zhuoya..." she blinked and spit out her name hard. It's strange how she could be here
Zhuoya pounced on her, looked at her and asked, "how do you feel now? What else is uncomfortable? Does the wound still hurt, dizziness or dizziness? What's the feeling of your stomach?"
She stared at each other.
Zhuoya was worried: "Oh, why don't you speak? Oh, by the way, your respiratory tract was hurt, so you can't speak. Look at my memory..." after that, she knocked on her head and rang the bell to call the doctor.
"No... not..." she said with difficulty.
"What?" Zhuoya looked at her: "you have a bad voice now, so don't talk."
"I said... You ask so many... Questions in one breath, how... How can I cough..." she struggled to say what she said, but later she still couldn't say it completely.
"Well, well, I understand what you mean. Stop talking. The doctor will come to examine you. Don't move." Zhuoya was wordy like an old mother.
She smiled helplessly and wanted to talk, but she gave up. Her throat hurt and her speech hurt more.
However, she remembered that she was in Si Lianye's arms before she was unconscious, but why didn't she see him when she woke up now
What about him? Is something wrong
She remembered the terrible red flame behind him at that time, and the smoke like poison gas. Her heart was high for fear of hearing bad news.
She tried to squeeze a voice from her sore throat: "he... He..."
The voice was too low. Zhuoya was stunned: "what did you say?"
"He..."
She went crazy and tried hard to squeeze a voice out of her sore throat.
But Zhuoya still looked puzzled.
There is no tacit understanding. I was so worried about her before I lost.
In this tangle, the door was opened by the doctors, and the sound of hurried footsteps came in: "the patient is awake."
Zhuoya immediately agreed: "yes, the patient is awake."
Shen Xiran: "
A pile of white coats immediately surrounded her, and there were white shadows. Shen Xiran stopped asking questions, and even Zhuoya's shadow could not be seen.
She couldn't help being discouraged, but her weak body couldn't resist the actions of the doctors, and her voice couldn't make a sound, so she had to be oppressed at the mercy of the doctors.
Finally, when they finished the examination, she was relieved. She couldn't care about anything else. She grabbed the doctor and wanted to ask about Si Lianye.
As a result, the doctor thought she was anxious about her body. Looking at it considerate, he said, "don't worry. You're in good condition now. As long as you're careful, you'll be fine, and the child is also good."
She was anxious and grabbed the doctor's wrist. Anxious, she didn't notice the word "child" said by the doctor at all.
The doctor felt that she didn't seem to be asking this. He couldn't help asking, "what do you want to say?"
Her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't say anything.
After just barely speaking, she felt that her voice had been completely wasted, and she still didn't ask about Si Lianye's news.
He was so depressed that he bowed his head.
All the doctors are worshipping each other. I don't know why.
She looked at the doctors' faces. She was anxious and nervous. She couldn't help crying.
The crowd looked at her tears: "
Just then, a voice came from outside the door: "she's awake."
The voice was very familiar. With the power to reassure Shen Xiran, her eyes lit up instantly, hurriedly separated the crowd and looked out.
The doctors looked at her and took the initiative to separate out.
As soon as she saw the tall and straight figure of Si Lianye standing there, she blinked, and her tears fell down again.
He was in a good mood. When he saw her eyes, he couldn't help but nervously came up and asked her, "what's the matter with you? What's wrong with you?"
After asking, she didn't say anything. She just cried silently. She turned to the doctor and asked, "how did you do it? She's still very uncomfortable."
The doctors hurriedly explained: "her condition is much better now. Now it may be that her wound is still painful. A little bit is inevitable..."
"No, you give me medicine. She can't feel pain. Do you hear me!" Si Lianye looked at the doctors with a calm face.
The doctors smiled bitterly and explained: "no, no, now Miss Shen's body is very special and can't accept too many analgesic drugs." although oppressed by his cold eyes, some doctors still stood up.
Si Lianye remembered the child in her belly. She looked soft and looked back at her. She was a little tangled in her heart.
She grabbed his hand and shook her head: "no, I don't hurt..."
Her voice was very small, almost speaking in an angry voice, but Si Lianye immediately understood it.
"Then why are you crying like this?" he asked.
She smiled contentedly, "you... You're okay..."
His short words softened his heart and rubbed her head: "fool, how can I be wrong?"
But when she saw the scar on his arm, her face changed.
Si Lianye noticed what her eyes could reach, so he took his hand back: "a little injury, it's okay."
She silently touched his wound and didn't let him escape: "does it hurt?"
"No, of course it doesn't hurt. Even if it's a little, compared with your safety, you're not nearly anything." he said low.
She pursed her lips and tears fell down again.
He looked at her helplessly: "fool."
At this time, the doctors felt that they were redundant and withdrew silently.
It also includes Zhuoya.
She felt relieved to finally see that Shen Xiran was all right.
Before, she always thought that it was her dereliction of duty that made Shen Xiran be arrested. Now, seeing that she can finally return safely, she finally eliminated most of her guilt. When Si Lianye was out of strength, she took the initiative to replace Shen Xiran with him.
Now, it's really pleasant to watch them finally eliminate their suspicion and hold them together.
There was a smile on her lips.
Si Lianye held her tightly and seemed to melt her deeply into his body. Although the danger had passed, the sense of crisis was still deeply imprinted in his mind and could not disappear.