she's a rose she's a gun

When civilization wakes up from the effect of the anesthetic, the first thing it smells is a strong smell of disinfectant.

She moved her left arm with difficulty, but found it difficult to lift it up. She turned her head and glanced, and found that it was neatly wrapped. At the same time, she felt a stabbing pain in her right shoulder.

When did you get hurt?

She raised her right arm, rubbed her face, stared at the white ceiling and thought for a while, and the scenes of that day gradually came to mind.

So, in the end, Qian Zhongguo's shot hit his right shoulder...

Right shoulder, this is the position again.

She shook her head lightly, and shook her hand, as if to drive away some memories she didn't want to remember.

Suddenly, as if she suddenly remembered something, she sat up in shock.

What about Mu Yang?

Before she could see the surrounding scene clearly, her eyes were blurred in pain again, the injury on her right shoulder seemed to be split open, and she rolled on the bed in pain.

"civilization!"

It was Mu Yang's voice!

Wen Wenming regained her spirits in an instant, she tried her best to open her tearful eyes, and what caught her eyes was Mu Yang's anxious expression.

"Mu Yang! You're fine!" Wen Wenming's tears flowed more fiercely, she put her arms around Mu Yang's neck, and buried her face tightly in her chest.

Mu Yang let her rub against her, and couldn't help but shed tears, but she kept a stiff posture and didn't dare to move, for fear of accidentally touching Wenming's wound.

The two hugged each other and cried for a while, Mu Yang gently rubbed Wen Wenming's hair: "Okay, everything is fine, what are you crying for, lie down quickly, you stretched to the wound, let the nurse bandage you later. "

Wen Wen lay back on the bed obediently, but his right hand still tightly held Mu Yang's arm.

Mu Yang sensed Wen Wenming's thoughts, and with a little force, he broke Wen Wenming's hand and put it back under the quilt.

"I won't run away." Mu Yang gently tucked the quilt over Wen Wenming. "I'll be right here with you."

Wen Wenming looked at Mu Yang's delicate face. In the past few days, she had lost a lot of weight. She was wearing a long-sleeved coat, making it difficult to see the injuries inside.

"Have you recovered from your injury?" Wen Wenming asked distressedly, involuntarily took his hand out of the quilt, and gently stroked Mu Yang's cheek.

Mu Yang let her caress her, the tears she had just withdrawn almost broke the embankment again, she turned her back and blinked her eyes, and when she turned her head again, there was a bright smile on her face.

"I've been healed a long time ago. You are seriously injured. You have two gunshot wounds. You should rest well."

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Mu Yang bit his lip: "...five and a half days."

Wenming fell silent, she knew that Mu Yang must have suffered a lot during these five and a half days, compared to lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, she was much happier.

Sometimes, sober people tend to suffer more.

Civilization thought of something, pointed to his left arm with his right hand, and asked courageously, "Why is it unconscious?"

Mu Yang burst out laughing: "Don't worry, it's fine. It just finished the operation this morning, and the anesthetic has not worn off yet."

Wenming also laughed. She breathed a sigh of relief, her eyelids sank, and she gradually fell asleep again.

Mu Yang watched her breathing evenly and fell into a dream, and slowly withdrew her smile.

Wen Wenming's left arm was almost lost. Due to excessive blood loss, the doctor was already considering amputation. It was Mu Yang who cried and begged the hospital to find a solution, and used all his connections. Yang Dongliang also found his own policeman. Because of this relationship, a surgical expert was invited from other places. After eight hours of surgery, Wenming's left arm was saved.

Mu Yang will never forget how terrified, helpless, and desperate she felt when Wen Wenming flew towards her. It was the first time she had such a feeling, the pain that would tear apart her flesh and blood.

At the moment Wen Wenming was hit and fell to the ground, she even wanted to rush out desperately and die with Qian Zhongguo.

Destroy it.

This was the only thought in her heart at the time.

When Wen Wenming came to the rescue, Mu Yang, who had been sitting outside the operating room for more than ten hours, breathed out his first breath since Wen Wenming was shot.

During this period, Nico, Yang Dongliang and others all came to persuade her to bandage herself first, but they all failed. Yang Dongliang had no choice but to ask the nurse to bandage her in the corridor outside the operating room.

She is at the mercy of others, as long as she is not allowed to leave the operating room.

Looking at Wen Wenming's sleeping face, Mu Yang secretly regretted, why did he go to the bathroom when Wen Wenming woke up?How frightening it must have been for her to wake up with no one around her.

She lowered her head, lightly pecked Wen Wenming's lips, and then secretly smiled at the corner of her mouth like a child who got a long-awaited lollipop.

Fortunately you are fine.

When Wenming woke up again, night had already fallen, and through the window, she could see a little bit of starlight from the opposite building. The lights in her ward were not turned on, probably because she was afraid of waking her up in her sleep.

Wenming moved his shoulders and found that the gauze had been replaced with a new one.

She looked down again, but saw Mu Yang lying beside her hospital bed, shoulders heaving and falling, as if she had fallen asleep.

Her face was thinner than before, and there were dark circles under her eyes that were heavier than before. Her clothes were draped over her shoulders, and she looked like she hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Wen Wen felt distressed for a while, Mu Yang probably didn't sleep well all night while he was sleeping soundly.

Wen Wenming's legs moved slightly, and Mu Yang woke up. She rubbed her eyes and woke up quickly.

"Did you sleep well?" She gently rocked the bed, and helped Wenming to sit up.

"Well, what about you?" Civilization looked at her with a smile.

Mu Yang was a little embarrassed, and for some reason she fell asleep too, so she got up to get the food in the insulated box.

"Are you hungry? Do you want some food?" Mu Yang sat on Wenming's bed with a lunch box in his hand.

"I want to eat." Wen Wenming opened his mouth like a child, obediently waiting for Mu Yang to feed her.

A mouthful of beef, shrimp and egg porridge slid down the spoon into Wenming's throat.

Wenming swallowed a mouthful of porridge and smiled: "This scene seems familiar."

Mu Yang also remembered that it was when his arm was injured two months ago, and Wen Ming fed him like this. In just two months, so many things happened.

"You eat too." Wen Wenming glanced at Mu Yang's expression, and pushed the bowl in front of her.

"I've already eaten." Mu Yang came back to his senses, and continued to scoop up the porridge in the bowl.

"That day...what happened later?"

Mu Yang paused for a moment, then scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew softly: "That day Qian Zhongguo hit you on the right shoulder, and when he was about to fire a second shot, Captain Yang arrived, and a Qian Zhongguo was shot dead, and the police arrested everyone. Later, I heard that Wu Zhi's body was also found during the cleaning, and we were sent to the hospital immediately. Fortunately, it was still in time. The gun on your right shoulder The injury is not serious."

Civilization nodded, and then she asked cautiously, "What about the casualties of our police?"

Mu Yang put down the bowl and looked out the window.

After a long time, she replied: "I heard that a police officer named Ma Qing died, and several other police officers were injured to varying degrees, but they are all fine."

Civilization took a sharp breath, and the image of the big boy with short stature, short hair, wearing glasses and smiling all day appeared in his mind.

"Hmm." Wenming covered his head under the quilt and let out a muffled nasal sound.

Mu Yang watched her movements and didn't stop her, just sat there quietly and waited.

Three minutes later, Wenming revealed his head from under the quilt, smiled at Mu Yang with red eyes, "I want to drink some soup."

Mu Yang picked up another small bowl from the bedside table: "Tomato sirloin soup, but it's far worse than your skill."

Wenming took a sip, put down the bowl and stuck out his tongue lightly: "Old Changxing's craftsmanship is hundreds of times better than mine."

"Can you stay here?" She suddenly remembered something and asked Mu Yang worriedly.

Mu Yang took a basin of water, squeezed toothpaste from the electric toothbrush and stuffed it into Wen Wenming's mouth: "Brush your teeth."

Seeing Wen Wenming spit bubbles while brushing, Mu Yang couldn't help smiling: "The police didn't announce this matter in detail, after all, it involves an influential figure like Qian Zhongguo. Anyway, I happened to be reading the script before." , I haven't decided whether to join the group or not, now after pushing that crew, I'm just an idler."

Wenming gradually lowered his head with his toothbrush in his mouth: "It's all my fault, you lost your job... and you were injured."

Mu Yang pretended to be angry and slapped Wen Wenming's thigh: "Why are you saying that again, hurry up and finish brushing your teeth, it's getting late."

"Going to bed again?" Wenming made a bitter face.

Mu Yang said with a straight face: "The doctor said, you must sleep more and rest more now, not to mention that I have to go back to my room."

"You want to go?" Wen Wenming suddenly became nervous and grabbed Mu Yang's sleeve.

Mu Yang spread his hands helplessly: "This is a single ward, and my room is next to yours. The doctor didn't let us live together when you were unconscious before, for fear of affecting your recovery."

"However." She said, leaning closer to Wenming's ear, breathing softly: "Tomorrow, I will ask them to add another bed next to you."

A cloud of red clouded over Wen Wenming's face instantly, and she nodded like a shy little daughter-in-law.

Mu Yang's kiss landed on her earlobe.

In the middle of the night, just as Mu Yang fell asleep, he suddenly heard that the door of the room seemed to be opened quietly, and a figure came in tiptoeing lightly.

The visitor hesitated for a while at the door, then walked gently to Mu Yang's bed, and carefully got into her bed.

Mu Yang suppressed a laugh in his heart, but didn't break it, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Mu Yang opened her eyes and found that the people around her had sneaked away at some point. She glanced at her mobile phone and cried inwardly that she had overslept.

When she finished washing and was about to enter the civilized ward, she suddenly heard someone talking inside.

"Lao Yang, I'm fine. Did you come here after receiving the photo I took that day?"

It turned out to be Yang Dongliang, who seemed to have heard the news of Civilization's awakening from the hospital.

Mu Yang withdrew his right hand that was about to twist the doorknob, and returned to his ward.

"Yes." Yang Dongliang paced in front of Wen Wenming's bed: "At first everyone thought you were in that hotel, and your locator was also there. I am afraid the consequences of the photos that come over will be disastrous."

"Board Director was furious, saying how could such an important device not have real-time transmission and online reminder functions. He ordered the technicians to upgrade and improve immediately, and the boys in the technical department didn't sleep well for several nights."

Civilization was a bit lost: "But Qian Zhongguo is dead, so there is no way to ask more useful clues..."

"Don't worry." Yang Dongliang is very confident: "The photos you took played a big role, enough to help us find Qian Zhongguo's buyers. In addition, we also found a lot of things on the spot and caught them. With so many of his subordinates, this huge drug trafficking network won't last long."

"And..." At this point, Yang Dongliang hesitated: "Ma Qing's funeral is a week later, you should rest well, don't..."

"I'm going." Wenming interrupted Yang Dongliang: "I will go, I have basically recovered."

Yang Dongliang choked back at the second half of his sentence. He looked at Wen Wenming's tough eyes, and sighed helplessly: "It's up to you. If you are discharged from the hospital in a week, don't rush to work. The board of directors will help you apply for a week's medical treatment." Take a paid vacation, and come back after fully recovering."

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This chapter is still very sweet~

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