He Is Warmer Than Time

There was silence in the ward. Yu Jin could hear her breathing, every time, she thought that when she was pregnant before, the eldest daughter was very quiet, and the younger daughter was a little skinny, always moving around in her stomach. Said that the second child should be a son.

Oh, a naughty little girl.

When they were born, they were different from ordinary children. They were neither wrinkled nor ugly. They were very beautiful and white. She thought at the time, watching these two cute little princesses grow up. Happy thing.

She couldn't help the silence, and slowly said, "Your mother... is you good to you?"

Song Ran on the hospital bed unconsciously clenched his fists. After a while, he slowly said, "What have you asked about is nothing to do with you?"

Yu Jin laughed at herself. What face does she have to care about her, she has caused her to be so miserable, and what qualifications do she have to hope that she can put aside everything and talk to her?

Yu Jin's voice is a bit vicissitudes of life: "Sorry, I'm too much talkative."

Song Ran felt heartache, but I don't know why the heartache was because of hearing her sad and desolate voice?

She spit on herself fiercely. Did the woman beside her make you miserable enough? Find someone to beat you like this, and even make you almost blind. What does she have to worry about for you?

She should have paid for this eye. This is justified, she is responsible for it, and she deserves it.

She stopped talking, and the ward was quiet again, and the sounds of various instruments were particularly harsh in the middle of the night.

Why is this time so long and so suffering?

After a long while, Song Ran spoke and asked the nurse beside him: "When can I go out?"

She didn't want to be in the same room with this woman, not even for a moment.

The nurse looked at the wall clock on the wall: "You have to wait until at least eleven o'clock before you lie down for a while. I have to monitor whether the data in all aspects is normal."

Song Ran's eyes were covered with white gauze, and only Meng Mengliang could be seen. She felt nervous and uneasy. She didn't like this feeling.

"what time is it now?"

"It's less than ten o'clock." The nurse said.

Song Ran sighed in her heart. There was still more than an hour left. She was conscious and not drowsy. She felt that more than one hour seemed to be the most difficult hour in her life.

After a long while, she slowly said: "My mother treats me and my sister very well, very well, and loves us very much. It's a pity that good people don't live long..."

Yu Jin resisted her tears: "That's good, that's good..."

Song Ran lightly snorted: "That's good? It sounds like you really want our sisters to be the same."

Yu Jin was speechless, and now she seemed so pale and powerless in everything she said, so let's not make senseless excuses and let her hate her for so long.

She took the blame and had nothing to say.

For the next time, the two remained silent in a tacit understanding, until the nurse behind them stood up: "Okay, all indicators and data are normal. This transplant operation was very successful. I went out and asked Dr. Hao and the others to come over. You should be able to leave the operating room right away."

At midnight, Song Ran was finally pushed out. Her eyes were covered with gauze, and she was pushed out quietly. Gu Jingxing hurriedly greeted her and called her softly, "Xiao Ran...Xiao Ran, how do you feel? kind?"

Song Ran didn't speak, but just pretended to be asleep. Gu Jingxing knew that she was angry, and the doctor who came out told him that the operation went well and the gauze could be removed from the right eye in about a week.

Gu Jingxing's heart was at ease.