Drifting Towards You

Hearing this, Gu Xiangsi didn't say anything, and poured her some hot water.

Su Xiangwan clasped the paper cup in his hand tightly, struggling with energy.

After another twenty minutes, the lights in the operating room finally went out, and everyone stood up to greet them, except for Su Xiangwan.

The wheelchair she was sitting in was at the outermost edge of the crowd, a full four to five meters away from the hospital bed pushed out in the operating room.

The hot water that Gu Xiangsi poured her before was cold, and the paper cup was deformed by her pinching.

But at this moment, she cowardly did not dare to step forward, and the blood all over her body seemed to freeze.

Until a few seconds later, Li Xiaoxiao turned back with some joy, and told her excitedly: "Late night, it's all right, it's all right! Rong Chen said he was out of danger."

Su Xiangwan's body became weak, and then he felt that he was alive.

Li Xiaoxiao pushed her forward, her eyes falling on the man on the hospital bed.

He still looks the same as before, as if he is cruel and intends not to pay attention to human affairs, and finds a good place to be quiet and comfortable.

Su Xiangwan squeezed his hand tightly and said softly: "Bad boy."

Three days later, Mu Beiting was confirmed to be out of danger, but he could not wake up.

He was transferred to a high-end ward, still unconscious.

In Rong Chen's words, whether he wakes up depends on what God means, or what he means.

Although life is unhindered now, even if you wake up, you may not be able to recover like ordinary people.

Su Xiangwan's legs have improved a lot, and he doesn't need to sit in a wheelchair, but he still has difficulty walking.

She stayed by the hospital bed every day to accompany him, tell him something about their past, and urge him to wake up quickly.

Then he wiped her cheeks and body for her, and then carefully shaved off his beard.

However, she was not very proficient, and occasionally made two small holes, but he still didn't react at all.

On this day, after Su Xiangwan cleaned up for him, he put the razor aside.

After briefly dealing with the small opening he left for him, he couldn't help but whispered: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, tell me, OK?"

The answer to her was still silence, but she seemed to have gradually adapted to this silence.

Looking at the remaining liquid in the bottle, she said again: "There are still two bottles left after this bottle is hung. You used to be most afraid of injections. Will you faint when you wake up and see that there are so many needles on your body?"

Su Xiangwan's voice only fell, and Ms. Lu opened the door with her food and said, "Late late, let's have something to eat."

"Good." Su Xiangwan got up to help.

Ms. Lu glanced worriedly at Mu Beiting on the hospital bed, and then her eyes fell on Su Xiangwan.

Seeing the person who had lost weight in just a few days, she frowned and whispered, "Late night, I know that the days are difficult now, but you have to take good care of yourself, otherwise Bei Ting...he will feel distressed."

"I know Mom." Su Xiangwan responded warmly.

Ms. Lu seemed to want to say something more, but when she reached her lips, she only turned into a sigh.

Su Xiangwan tried hard to eat more, but she had a bad appetite recently, and her morning sickness reaction was particularly obvious. She would vomit whenever she couldn't eat a few mouthfuls, and she had no desire to eat.

After the meal, put away the dishes and chopsticks.

Ms. Lu looked at Su Xiangwan and said, "Late night, you should go back and see the year."

Speaking of years, Su Xiangwan was slightly lost.

She was too busy to take care of him these days, but more because she didn't know how to tell him this situation.

If he knew that Mu Beiting was unconscious, he would definitely be sad.