C202

Chapter 202 - Lying on the Couch

"Hubby, I want to sleep. I'm so sleepy. My arms don't hurt anymore. I'm so sleepy."

"Can't sleep, Lin Xiang, don't sleep, do you hear me? Do not sleep, do you hear me? "

He gently reached out his hand to pat my cheek. My consciousness wasn't clear, and I was vaguely aware that he wouldn't let me sleep.

However, I am really sleepy. Why can't I sleep? I am tired. My eyes are about to stick together. I want to sleep.

In my mind, there is a voice that seems to be singing a lullaby for me.

"Lin Xiang, listen to me, and don't sleep at all. Don't you like me, and love me? If you love me, you can't sleep, can you hear me? "

Why can't I sleep if I love you more slowly?

I went to sleep, and I loved it very much.

My consciousness became more and more muddled. The wound on my arm had a kind of numbing pain, and my arm didn't seem to be mine anymore. That kind of numbness slowly spread throughout my body.

"Hubby, I feel really bad. Why can't I move my arm? "My fingers, my legs, they're so numb, so uncomfortable. I want to sleep, so I won't feel uncomfortable sleeping. Why don't you let me sleep?" Pulling on my light clothes, I had completely forgotten the dangers around me. I just wanted to let them slow me down and allow me to sleep.

"You can't sleep, Lin Xiang. If you sleep, we'll divorce each other when you wake up." Slow down and stared at me.

However, he was still very sleepy.

"Hubby, I don't want to get a divorce, but I'm so sleepy. I'm really sleepy." At the last moment of my sleep, I strongly opposed it, but it was useless.

I really couldn't resist that kind of sleepiness. Even though I was resisting and resisting a lot, it seemed to have wrapped itself around me and I couldn't get rid of it.

I dreamt that there was a long, long river, and I was floating on it. I had used up all my energy, but I still couldn't see the shore. I was surrounded by water, and my body was swollen and uncomfortable.

My arm was too weak to move.

My heart hurts, my head hurts.

Where can we reach the shore? Where should I belong? Am I really going to die in this river?

I have already started to slowly give up on my life. I don't want to continue working hard. I can't see the light, I can't see the tomorrow, I can't see the future. What awaits me is only darkness.

I fell into a coma and woke up very quickly due to my strong will to survive. I seemed to have a belief in my heart, a human figure, it was exceptionally clear, but I couldn't figure out what that figure was.

In the dream, I was still a small one.

Finally, I drowned. I didn't wave my hands, and with a splash, someone jumped into the water and saved me. That person was actually my benefactor?

When I opened my eyes, the light spikes that entered my eyes made it hard for me to open my eyes. I found it funny. Why would I have such a strange dream?

However, his arms were sore.

I frowned. Why did it feel like my arm was being held down by something heavy?

I moved, more firmly, and my hand must have been pressed down by something, heavy and heavy.

"You're awake?" The heavy object slowly raised its head, revealing its true appearance.

"Calm down, are you alright?" Seeing it being so gentle, what kind of dream is this? I threw it to the side in an instant. It's good that nothing happened to it.

He gently squeezed my hand. His voice was a little hoarse. "I'm fine."

"Do you feel any discomfort?"

I looked at my hand, which was slowly being squeezed. "My hand is numb."

After hearing what I said, she slowly let out a sigh of relief. She held my hand and helped me massage it, sounding a little guilty as she said, "Lin Xiang, no matter what happens next time, you must not let yourself be in danger. Do you know, if it wasn't …

If not what?

Looking at her gentle state of lowering her head, I was a little perplexed. Why isn't she continuing to speak?

"You rest first, I'll go get some water."

Releasing my hand, she turned around and walked away.

But, did this room have running water and hot water?

I had a little bit of suspicion in my heart. This suspicion continued to enlarge and enlarge.

Curious, I got out of bed as soon as I could.

Just as I hit the ground, the numbness in my legs almost made me fall down. Luckily, I managed to grab onto the armrest beside the bed in time.

Otherwise, if I fall down, the child in my stomach might be implicated by me.

I didn't immediately start walking. After a few tries to make sure that the numbness had subsided a bit, I sneaked to the entrance of the ward.

He couldn't have gone too far already, right?

After all, I was delayed for a long time.

With these thoughts in mind, I opened a small gap in the door of the ward. I was so shocked that I almost pushed it open.

Why was she standing in the doorway? And the person beside him was a doctor, right?

As expected, fetching water and all that was just an excuse. Luckily, I was smart and didn't believe it.

"Are you sure she won't have any sequelae?" A gentle voice.

"It won't be, I was worried at first, but after a few days, the results of the inspection all showed it was normal. Although I am also a little curious, but I can be sure that sister-in-law's body seems to reject poison. All of the poison from these two days has almost been expelled from her body."

Sister-in-law?

Could it be a thought?

No, no, no, that's impossible. I've never learned medicine, and I don't have a good temper, so I'm called sister-in-law.

"You should know that even after studying that poison for many years, we still haven't been able to come up with an answer."

"I know, but I can use my life as a guarantee that Sister-in-law will be fine, but this time it's all thanks to Sister-in-law. If Sister-in-law hadn't blocked it for you, the consequences would have been unpredictable."

Probably what? And bullets? Poison?

What do you mean?

Was it the bullet I blocked with my arm?

Was there poison in that bullet? My body just happened to reject that poison? If it was slowed down, would it be dangerous?

Thank God.

I put my hands together, thanking God, but fortunately, at that moment, my body's instinctive reaction helped to slow it down.

Wait, wait. Instinct?

I stopped listening to what he said and walked towards the bed in a daze.

Why was it an instinctive reaction?

Is it really because my love for Gentle is too deep? Or was there something else?

"Wife, why did you get up?" He held the thermos in one hand and the soup in the other. He looked like a good man at home.

"It's so troublesome lying down. Hubby, what's that in your hand?" I could already smell the scent.

So hungry.

His mouth could have been watery.

"It's your favorite chicken soup. Drink more. I'll prepare something else for you tonight."

"Sure." I didn't ask about the last thing I had done that day, and I didn't say anything about it.

After I finished the soup, I slowly took the papers from one side and sat by the bed to read them. It was only then that I noticed the tall pile of papers in the corner.

"These are all documents from your company?" This was too much.

"Yes."

"So many." I mumbled.

He slowly took out his pen and wrote something down, then raised his head and looked at me, "Not much, it's a week's worth of documents. Lin Xiang, you've been unconscious for seven days."

Seven days? Impossible, how could it be that long? I just slept for a while.

"No way." I didn't want to believe it. After all, I only had my eyes closed and my eyes open.

"I didn't lie to you, do you think I need to lie to you?" Staring at me slowly, I honestly shake my head. Firstly, I don't have the money to be gentle. Secondly, compared to the gentle one, the gentle one is superior. Thirdly, the gentle one can trick me into doing nothing.

"Wait, you said I was unconscious for seven days. It can't be that I didn't take a bath or wash my face or brush my teeth for seven days, right?" I covered my face and mouth.

I haven't washed my face and brushed my teeth in seven days. Furthermore, I even took a shower.

An artist values his image the most. Right, then have I not interacted with my fans in these past seven days?

My God, what is this?

How tragic, how tragic.

He gently said, "Yes, I will wash them."

Wash?

I looked at him suspiciously.

"You said I was unconscious for seven days, how could I possibly take a bath?"

Just as I said that, I suddenly thought of a possibility.