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"What's the meaning?"

Zhao Xianghai asked hoarsely.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a tired face: "He was injured too badly, and his bodily functions were greatly damaged. Although the operation was successful, it has not passed the dangerous period, and we need to continue to observe."

Zhao Xianghai's face turned pale.

The doctor coughed lightly: "For the next 48 hours, he must be in the intensive care unit, and we will always pay attention to his condition. If he can survive, that is the best. If he really can't survive..."

Speaking of this, the doctor didn't say any more.

However, Zhao Xianghai's heart was already half cold.

The doctor sighed, and patted Zhao Xianghai's shoulder to express his comfort.

Zhao Xianghai stood there for a long while, unable to say a word.

It was only after Xiao Ye was placed in the intensive care unit that he came back to his senses and stood by the glass window, looking at the man lying in the intensive care unit.

Xiao Ye just lay there with his eyes closed, not angry at all.

The only thing that could prove that he was still alive was the beating electrocardiogram next to him.

This man, who was still entangled with him yesterday, had the cheek to secretly hug him and kiss him, but he refused and reprimanded him. This tall man still showed a pitiful, lost look like a big dog.

Overnight, he could only wear a ventilator, lie on the hospital bed, and struggle with death.

Zhao Xianghai looked at it, but felt that his eyes were dry and astringent.

"Mr. Zhao," Assistant Wang who had been standing by the side called softly, "Mr. Zhao, don't look at it yet. Or, I'll get you a change of clothes.

you……"

Zhao Xianghai looked away and looked at his clothes.

The shirt and trousers were dirty and torn in many places, making them look a little embarrassed.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he took a deep breath: "Wang He, you watch here for me. I'll go home to change clothes and bring some necessary things. These few days... there is nothing urgent, I will Lived in the hospital."

Now that Xiao Ye is lying in the intensive care unit for him, he is not in the mood to go to the company anymore.

He was faintly afraid, afraid that Xiao Ye would stop breathing once he walked away.He was even more afraid that Xiao Ye's aggrieved look of wanting to hug him but not hugging him, wanting to kiss him but not kissing him, would be the last look he left for himself.

Zhao Xianghai left the hospital and drove back home quickly.

He took a brief shower at home and changed into clean clothes.

He took the bag, packed some necessary daily necessities, and was about to rush back to the hospital when he saw a row of books on the bookshelf out of the corner of his eye.

The "Actually, I Want to Tell You" that Xiao Ye gave him was quietly sandwiched in it.

Zhao Xianghai looked at the book, his eyes were a little frozen.

He still remembered that before the accident, Xiao Ye repeatedly mentioned the book he had given him, and in his tone, he seemed to hope that he would read it.

Zhao Xianghai walked to the bookcase, hesitated for a while, but still reached out and took out the book, put it in his bag, hurried out of the house, and rushed to the hospital.

When we arrived at the hospital, Assistant Wang was still sitting in front of the intensive care unit.

Xiao Lele stood in front of the glass window, with her two little hands sticking to the cold glass. She looked at her second father through the window, tears streaming down her face. "Wang He," Zhao Xianghai stepped forward, Assistant Wang stood up immediately, "You go back first, you have been tired with me all day, go back and have a good rest."

"Mr. Zhao..." Assistant Wang was still a little worried.

Accompanying Mr. Zhao in the mall for so many years, in Wang He's heart, Zhao Xianghai is no longer as simple as his boss.

"Go back," Zhao Xianghai persuaded softly, "Get a good night's sleep. I can't go to the company during this time, and I have to leave some things to you."

Assistant Wang pursed his lips and nodded heavily: "I understand."

Zhao Xianghai hummed lightly, put down his things, and walked to Xiao Lele's side.

"Big Daddy," Xiao Lele saw that it was Zhao Xianghai, and more tears welled up in his red eyes from crying, "Second Daddy, he..."

"He's fine," Zhao Xianghai hugged her gently, but kept staring at the man in the intensive care unit, "Lele don't worry, the second father will be fine." Xiao Lele sniffed: "But I secretly listened They said that the second father might die..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Zhao Xianghai said with a stern expression, "Lele is still here, there's no way Second Dad would be willing to leave Lele and go alone."

Xiao Lele nodded sensiblely, and nestled into Zhao Xianghai's arms: "Second Dad is even more reluctant to leave Big Dad behind, so he won't die, he will be fine, right?"

Zhao Xianghai was stunned for a moment, watching the regular ups and downs of the electrocardiogram in the intensive care unit, the corners of his lips curled up into a self-comforting smile: "Yes, yes."

"As long as..." Xiao Lele leaned against Zhao Xianghai's ear and said in a low voice, "As long as the second father wakes up, I will never dislike his fried eggs from being unpalatable.

Yes, I will obediently finish eating to make him happy..."

The little girl's voice became smaller and smaller, Zhao Xianghai sighed, hugged her and sat down beside her.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Ye who was wearing a ventilator with his eyes closed through the window, and said softly: "Xiao Ye, as long as you wake up, I won't let you go to work hungry in the future. If you want to eat breakfast, I'll do it for you, if you want to hug, let's hug. I don't care about other things with you...I want you to wake up. "

Xiao Ye lay quietly inside, without any reaction.

Zhao Xianghai looked at it for a long time, and finally retracted his eyes.

light.

He opened his bag and touched the hard spine of the book with the back of his hand.

He froze for a moment, and took out the book Xiao Ye gave him.

Zhao Xianghai pinched the book, looked at the cover casually, and then opened the book.

An envelope just fell out of the pages.

Zhao Xianghai was slightly startled, put the book aside, and picked up the envelope.

It was a white envelope with a clumsy love heart drawn on it, and three bold characters beside it: To Haige.

Zhao Xianghai focused his eyes on the three big characters, and stroked them lightly with his fingers.

After a while, he couldn't wait to open the envelope and take out the contents to have a look.

It's a stack of letter paper.

On the letter paper, black and white characters are densely packed.

It was Xiao Ye's own handwriting.