Drifting Towards You

When Su Xiangwan woke up, it was already the next morning.

He slowly opened his eyelids, and there was still a burning pain on his cheeks.

The surrounding area is white, with a strong smell of disinfectant water.

The sight became clear from the dimness, and the face of his brother came into view.

Su Xiangwan opened his lips and said softly, "Brother?"

Su Jincheng sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, "It's me."

Su Xiangwan gradually woke up, remembering the tragic car accident last night, struggling to prop up his body and turning his head to look to his side.

What disappointed her was that she was the only one in the ward.

Her gaze fell on Su Jincheng, and she whispered softly, "Where is Mu Beiting?"

Su Jincheng was silent for a few seconds, and then whispered softly: "In the intensive care unit."

Su Xiangwan's eye circles were a little red, but he did not let the tears fall, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I want to see him."

"Okay." Su Jincheng did not refuse.

Called a nurse to help her pull out the two drips that were still hanging on her body, and then she was taken out of bed and placed on a wheelchair.

Su Xiangwan was always quiet, except for some bruises on his cheeks and inconvenience on one leg, but he didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere else.

Put one hand gently on the stomach, quietly too much.

Su Jincheng pushed the wheelchair behind him and whispered softly: "The child is okay."

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes, holding back the tears in his eyes.

She knows, knows that the child is okay.

At the moment the car collided, he not only didn't avoid it, but guarded himself and his baby.

If the baby still has things like this, it's probably because he really has no fate with them.

Not long after, the two appeared outside of an intensive care unit.

Mrs. Mu and Ms. Lu were all guarding here, with bloodshot eyes, and they became a lot haggard overnight.

Su Xiangwan didn't speak, one leg was on the ground, one hand supported Su Jincheng and slowly stood up, limped up to the transparent glass window, very close, and could clearly see the man on the hospital bed inside.

He closed his eyes tightly, without a trace of blood on his face.

The body is full of tubes and needles, and various instruments are connected around it.

Su Xiangwan's eye circles are getting redder, and his eyes are full of tears.

A hand gently stroking the glass window, lightly lowering his eyes, a line of tears came out, leaving a tear on his cheek.

He is so afraid of injections, how can he be filled with needles.

If he is awake, he will definitely behave like a baby and refuse to do anything.

If it still doesn't work, you have to pretend to be serious, how can you be so behaved and quiet.

Su Jincheng stood by and looked at Su Xiangwan, her light eyes darkened a bit.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

Turn around to answer the phone on the other side of the corridor.

"Inspector Su, Li Qingqing is awake."

"Understood, I will pass now." Su Jincheng's voice was gentle.

After hanging up the phone, he turned back to the intensive care room, stood behind Su Xiangwan and looked at her silently for a long time, and finally turned and left without saying a word.

After leaving this floor, Su Jincheng didn't take the elevator, and went straight down the stairs.

During the period, many police officers were guarding the entrances and exits of the corridors and stairs. After seeing him, they nodded and said hello: "Inspector Su."

Su Jincheng nodded slightly as a response, her eyes were still extremely cold.

Until he stopped in front of a ward, his gaze fell on the woman in the ward through the glass panel of the ward.

The police officer in front of the door immediately stepped forward to open the door, and Su Jincheng walked into it slowly.