"I’ll forget it. I’m embarrassed now. Please say hello for me."
Ruanbin touched Xia’s head and said, "Well, I’m the youngest, most sensible and considerate person." He stuck it on her like a tail bear. "I’m luckier than Shen Jiaying."
Summer push him "stop that now and go to take a shower"
"Wash together"
"I washed it."
"Wash it again and I’ll wash it for you."
“？ ？” She wants to say that the water is so good.
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The next day, after being rescued from the ghost gate, Shen Jiaying has been transferred to the vip ward. She stayed in the intensive care unit all night, and Zhao Yimo stayed at the door all night. When she came out, he was really relieved.
The lavender wall in vip ward is quiet, and the humidifier sprays water mist, and the oxygen pipe makes a thump sound from time to time.
Shen Jiaying fell asleep and her face was sallow. Her body was full of tubes and throats. She had pulled out her neck long ago and had a small needle inside. Seeing these, I can imagine how dark she experienced last night.
Zhao Yimo has been haggard and not like a human being. He has been paying attention to the data displayed by the instrument. What he fears most is that the data will fluctuate greatly.
Suddenly, the instrument rang. Zhao Yimo was so excited that he kept pressing the nurse bell. The nurse didn’t come so soon. He rushed out of the door and shouted, "Doctor, doctor, come quickly."
Doctors and nurses rushed over to see that it turned out to be poor contact.
"Miss Shen is in a stable situation. Don’t be too nervous. She has passed the critical period."
"Then why isn’t she awake?" Zhao Yimo asked anxiously.
The doctor patiently explained, "such a big operation will consume her a lot of energy. It is normal for her to sleep more when she is tired. She may feel pain in her wound when she wakes up."
Zhao Yimo just nodded "good thank you doctor"
"You haven’t slept for a day or two, have you? To take care of patients, you must take care of yourself first."
"I’m fine. I’m a man."
The doctor smiled and left the ward.
Zhao Yimo sat in front of the hospital bed. He held Shen Jiaying’s hand and pinched each finger of her one by one. When he saw that her hands were dirty, he went to end a basin of warm water and took a warm towel to help her wipe her hands carefully.
At this moment, Shen mother came with two thermos pots in her hand. She saw that Zhao Yimo was washing her daughter’s hands, and she was moved by the seriousness.
"Aunt, you’re here." Zhao Yimo was a little nervous but still moving in an orderly way. "Aunt, sit down and I’ll pour you a glass of water."
Shen Mu "Don’t be busy, you continue to be busy."
Section 34
Zhao Yimo sat and held Shen Jiaying’s hand and rubbed it carefully. He said, "Jia Ying is the most precious. Her hands are not dirty at all. I can’t wash them for her, so that she won’t have to make a fuss when she wakes up later and sees them dirty."
Shen Mu said, "You are so kind to Jia Ying."
Zhao Yimo smiled. "I’m sorry if I don’t treat her better after all she’s suffered from me."
"Xiao Zhao" is the first time that Shen mother called him "I stewed a little chicken soup, and you and Jia Ying both drank a little blood and qi"
"Thank you, aunt. I can’t. I’m in good health. Give it to Jiaying."
"The doctor said that you lost a lot of blood to Jiaying, so you need to make up the chicken soup. I’ll stew it after drinking it." Said Shen Mu, twisting the lid and pouring out a bowl. "Drink it while it’s hot."
Zhao Yimo refused shyly and smiled "Thank you, Aunt"
Shen mother twisted another thermos pot and said, "This is a bowl of noodles that is stuffy and a little burnt. Please eat it quickly."
"How good is this? A bowl of chicken soup is enough."
"You haven’t eaten with Jia Ying for so long, and you lost so much blood yesterday. No matter how good your body is, you can’t stand such a toss. Just eat quickly, which is just a bowl of noodles."
Zhao Yimo is really hungry. Smelling the fragrance of the noodles makes my mouth water. "Thank you, Aunt, then I’m welcome." Then he took the thermos pot, picked up chopsticks and stuffed the noodles into his mouth.
After eating two bites, Zhao Yimo suddenly realized that Shen Mu was looking at himself. He quickly said, "Auntie, I’m sorry, I’ll go to the sanitation to eat."
"Aye aye no you have to do is eat here, xiao zhao? ？” Zhao Yimo quickly hid in the washing hands, and Shen Mu sighed lightly, "Alas, it is difficult for this child."
Shen mother sat slowly and looked at her daughter who had not yet woken up. She touched her daughter’s face gently and couldn’t help blushing.
Zhao Yimo was so hungry that he sat on the toilet seat and wolfed down the noodles, but there were beef and eggs, which were delicious for him now.
After a hearty meal, Zhao Yimo came out of the thermos pot, which had been washed and dried, and he himself had been washed and tidied up. He looked much more energetic than before.
"Thank you, Auntie. It’s delicious."
Shen Mu smiled and said, "It’s just a bowl of noodles. I’m embarrassed to say thank you left and thank you right."
Zhao Yimo scratched his hair and smiled shyly. Instead, he was at a loss. "Aunt, did you come to have breakfast so early?"
"Eat and sit down. Don’t be naked."
"aye"
Shen mother looked at her daughter and asked him, "Did you live in the basement before?"
Zhao Yimo nodded "grace"
"How can people live in that place for so long?"
Zhao Yimo said in a low voice, "I am afraid of being found and being divided again."
Shen mother couldn’t bear to ask her again as soon as she saw this man’s humility, kindness, composure and extraordinary perseverance. He was with Jia Ying once, and his ribs were broken, and his hands and feet were broken. He was forced to leave his hometown for more than ten years before and after his work. Even though Jia Ying married someone else, he still stuck to Jia Ying.
Shen mother couldn’t help crying and sobbed, "Xiao Zhao, it’s our Shenyang. I’m sorry, you’re sorry, and Jia Ying. After so many years, I finally know what my daughter will be dead set on you."
Chapter one hundred and forty-one Hanging by a thread (3)
Chapter one hundred and forty-one Hanging by a thread (3)
Shen mother couldn’t help crying and sobbed, "Xiao Zhao, it’s our Shenyang. I’m sorry, you’re sorry, and Jia Ying. After so many years, I finally know what my daughter will be dead set on you."
Zhao Yimo smiled lightly, and his heart was relieved.
Bed Shen Jiaying fingers moved a little and then slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was her mother’s back and Zhao Yimo’s face.
