Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The nurse helped him twice and didn't help him up. Instead, he tossed him out of a cold sweat shortly after the operation. The drunkard turned black with pain, and he almost didn't faint.

"Charger? When are you still playing mobile phones?" There was not much scolding in the tone, but more worry and tension and sympathy.

"I haven't seen his text message..." The drunkard's eyes flushed with anxiety.

"Who is so important? You are so sick and you have never seen her to see you. You still care about her by a text message and care about her life." This nurse is also a young girl who has just been transferred to the hospital, young and energetic. , I have something to say.

The drunkard was hospitalized yesterday, and for the operation today, she took care of him during this period. To be honest, the first time she saw the drunkard, she liked him.

After all, the appearance of alcoholics is exactly the most popular type of small milk dogs. Some sickly white faces can easily arouse people's concern and desire for protection. After the alcoholic was admitted to the ward yesterday, the topic of young female nurses in the hospital was all alcoholic.

Even the head nurse, who has always been tempered, whispers softly and cares about alcoholics.

But when she knew the drunkard’s condition, she had nothing but sympathy for the drunkard.

"Charger, charger." The drunkard kept thinking, his pale face was covered with dense cold sweat.

"You get up first, I'll give it to you in a while."

Hearing the nurse say so, the alcoholic mood slowly stabilized.

It's just that he really doesn't have the strength to stand up.

The nurse went to a colleague for help, and the two worked together to help the drunkard back to the bed.

A nurse went to get the charger for the alcoholic, and the nurse just reinserted the syringe and filled the alcoholic with the medicine.

"Don't hold your hand so tight, the blood can't stop."

The nurse wanted to take out the phone from the alcoholic hand, but the alcoholic didn't want to let go, instead, he held it tighter and tighter.

The nurse had no choice but to hold a cotton swab to stop the blood from the needle.

Soon, my colleague took the charger and charged the alcoholic phone.

After a minute, the phone turned on.

The drunkard hurriedly tapped a text message.

But the more anxious he was, the more his hands shook and the more uncontrollable.

This kind of him makes the nurses who have seen more life and death unbearable.

How important is it to make him do this.

And the people on the phone are so cruel that they can't even look at him.

To be honest, there are so many patients in the hospital who are more serious than alcoholics, and there are so many poorer than alcoholics, but they are all taken care of, but he is the only one who has not even a person to accompany him for such an important operation. Even the family members signed it on behalf of the doctor.

He is still so young, how can he live more helplessly than the lonely old man.

The drunkard clicked on the text message and carefully read the content of the last text message sent by Tsing Yi word by word. His excitement gradually calmed down after reading the text message.

When the phone was turned on, his eyes were still bright, and the corners of his pale mouth were faintly happy.

But when he finished reading the text message, his eyes dimmed, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted slowly fell.

The nurse didn't know what he saw, and the change would be so great.

Just when the nurse thought the drunkard was going to be sad, she suddenly smiled when she saw the drunkard.

It is the kind of laugh from the heart, but it is mixed with bitterness and helplessness.