He Is Warmer Than Time

"Yes, yes, I am a family member."

The doctor solemnly said: "The injured person has not eaten for a long time, and the stomach is seriously damaged. He is receiving nutrient solution. In addition, a rib in his chest was broken, a steel plate was installed, the Achilles tendon of the right leg was cracked, and steel bars were removed..."

Song Ran's heart was twitching, and her Jingxing stayed underground for seven days, and spent seven days underground with severe pain. What kind of inhuman torture is this?

To reassure her, he lied to her that she was not injured.

Why is he so stupid?

The doctor’s voice continued: “The wounded has been awakened and will be transferred to the intensive care unit soon. You can visit, but try not to talk to him. He has not drunk a drop of water for more than a day. It’s hard to make a sound and I desperately need to rest."

"Okay, doctor, I will listen to you."

When he was young, Gu Jingxing, who was wearing a hospital gown, was pushed out, with a large plaster tied on his leg, a needle inserted in the back of his hand, and a salt water bottle hanging next to the hospital bed. He was lying pale.

Song Ran quickly walked over and took his hand.

Gu Jingxing's eyes were closed, and the person was already awake. As soon as she shook her hand, he knew it was her.

He called her dumbly: "Xiao Ran...Xiao Ran..."

The voice was hoarse to the extreme.

Song Ran's tears fell in an instant, and he reached out and stroked his face: "I am here and I am here. Don't talk. The doctor told you not to talk."

Gu Jingxing closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled upwards: "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Her tears fell on his face, and there was joy in her voice: "I know you are all right, I know."

The hospital bed was slowly pushed forward, and he was able to say: "Because of your kettle... because of your kettle... you saved me."

Song Ran choked: "Well, I know, I know, Jing Xing, stop talking, go to the ward first, let's take a good rest, take a break and talk about it, eh?"

"Well, I'm very tired, I'll sleep first."

He really couldn’t tell the number of days and nights underground, the specific ones. The underground was dark. He estimated the time. How could it be six or seven days? He didn’t dare to sleep, for fear that he would get a sleep. Fell asleep.

I'm really tired now, really tired and paralyzed.

Song Ranrou said: "Well, it's okay, Jing Xing, you go to sleep, I will guard you, I will always guard you."

She followed him into the intensive care unit.

The others were very acquainted and didn't go in with them.

At the door of the intensive care unit, Song Xuan also stopped, looking at her little sister who was all about Gu Jingxing's body, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head to Yang Haitao and said: "It's finally raining and clearing."

Yang Haitao also felt happy: "Well, there is no danger at all, everything is going well."

Song Xuan said again: "Let's... go back first, Xiao Ran will probably have to wait a few days before leaving."

Yang Haitao was so happy that he was confused and Fang Cun: "Well...we...are we going back by plane or by train?"

Song Xuan glanced at him: "You decide, you are the boss.?

Yang Haitao touched his head: "Take... take the train."

It takes a long time to take the train and spend more time alone with her.

Song Xuan shrugged: "You are the boss, you have the final say, the train is the train."

Yang Haitao was excited, and he had already begun to figure out which jokes to tell along the way to make Song Xuan happy.

However, Song Xuan seemed to look down upon the jokes he said, and it was difficult to laugh at her. It was because her cultural attainments were too high. Next time, let's learn a few jokes that literati love to tell.