The people were sent to the rescue room, and Lin Xueling and the others arrived.

Zhang Yifan walked to the chair at the corner and rested. He bought a bottle of water and poured it halfway. He felt that his lungs were about to explode and his waist seemed to be broken.

I looked down at my shoes and trousers' legs, and I knew how embarrassed he was at this moment without even looking.

In order to pursue a woman, did he?

What does it have to do with him if he dies?

Zhang Yifan smiled speechlessly, leaned back and shook his head, and found that he was becoming more and more stupid. He closed his eyes and rested for a short time.

"Give."

A gentle voice sounded beside him. Zhang Yifan opened his eyes and saw Zhao Yue'er holding a bottle of hot drink and handing him to him. He licked his lips and said lazily: "I don't have the strength."

Zhao Yue'er paused, and a hint of anger flashed across her face, but she still twisted it on him.

Zhang Yifan reached out to take it, and his fingers seemed to pass through the back of her hand as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Yue'er shook it away like an electric shock and stared at him in disgust: "You man--"

"I just saved your dad." He blocked her back with one sentence. "My legs hurt and my waist hurts now. I guess I have to recuperate for several days. You heard the doctor just now. Your dad will die if he comes later."

Zhao Yue'er pursed her lips, grabbed the hem of her clothes with her fingers and couldn't refute, "Thank you, is that okay?"

"This is life-saving grace. You'll be done with just a thank you?" He said, sighing, "What an unfilial daughter."

Zhao Yue'er took a deep breath, but she couldn't even breathe, "Don't let me agree to you."

Zhang Yifan raised his eyebrows, as if he was very grand, "How could you have such an evil idea? Of course, if you really think about it, I can accept it reluctantly."

"Zhang, Yi, Fan! Don't be shameless! What do you want to do to you!" Zhao Yue'er was very patient!

Especially for him.

Zhang Yifan thrust his lips, "I want to spend this Spring Festival at your house. You have to take good care of me and can't drive me away. You can do whatever I ask you to do."

Zhao Yue'er rolled her eyes speechlessly, "How do I know if you would let me do something strange?"

"Don't worry, I know where your bottom line is." His smile was sunny and gentle.

Zhao Yue'er pursed her lips, worried that she didn't know how to speak.

Zhang Yifan stretched out his hand at her, "Take a deal?"

Zhao Yueer looked down and looked at her. She disliked her more if she had the same disgust as she had. She raised her hand and patted her and turned around and went back.

Zhang Yifan smiled softly and suddenly realized that he seemed to have gained a lot?

It is said that women are easily moved by small things, and it seems that Zhao Yueer is no exception.

...

After staying in the hospital for a day, from midnight to night, Lin Xueling was watching here and asked her to go back and rest with Zhang Yifan.

My father is out of danger and is delivered in time.

Zhao Yue'er was indeed a little moved, but this only proved that Zhang Yifan still had a conscience and nothing else had changed.

I don’t know where he ran, maybe he left himself.

Zhao Yue'er thought, turned around the corner and saw that he was lying on the bench with one hand on his forehead and was sleeping.

Although the hospital has heating, he is wearing thin clothes and should be very tired.

His face was a little pale, I wonder if he was too tired.

Zhao Yue'er grabbed his neck, feeling embarrassed to call him loudly, coughed gently, and patted his back gently on his waist, "Hey, get up..."

Her voice was low and she even shivered.

Zhang Yifan didn't move.

With a gentle frowning, Zhao Yue'er was a little angry. This person was still arrogant, right?

"If I don't leave, I'll leave myself!" She said fiercely and walked forward.

But he suddenly reached out to hold his wrist.

Zhao Yue'er was slightly shocked, his palms were very hot and even a little hot.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Yue'er bent down to see him looking in pain and raised her hand and touched his forehead. It was very hot!

Have a fever?

"Why are you still having a fever? Are you too weak, right?" Zhao Yue'er couldn't help but complain as she looked at him.

Zhang Yifan frowned and spoke weakly when he heard this: "Do you have a conscience..."

Zhao Yue'er glanced at the nurse's desk and patted his arm, "Sit up and don't sleep, it's even worse if you fall asleep. I'll ask the nurse to give you an injection."

Zhang Yifan sat up with her wrist, his voice a little hoarse, with a strong nasal voice, "I won't get an injection."

"How can I reduce my fever without injection? It happened to be in the hospital, and I got it quickly." Zhao Yueer felt helpless when she saw him being confused.

Zhang Yifan looked at her with a look of avoidance, "I won't beat you anyway, we'll go back if you get better."

Zhao Yue'er raised her eyebrows and saw him holding her hand and immediately understood something: "You shouldn't be, are you afraid of getting an injection?"

Zhang Yifan paused and his eyes became even more guilty.

Zhao Yue'er laughed when she saw his reaction: "Aren't you? You're still afraid of getting an injection when you're so old?"

Not a child.

Zhang Yifan let go of her hand and leaned against the back of the chair, and spoke with confidence: "I'm afraid that there is still an age limit for the injection?"

Zhao Yue'er nodded, not just calculating about him because of his illness, "There is no age limit, but the injection is fast. If you sit here, I will come back soon."

Zhang Yifan watched her walk to the nurse's table and talked about her situation. Her hand on her knee curled up slightly.

For some reason, he felt...a little warm.

Is this how I feel when I am cared for?

The nurse came over to give Zhang Yifan an injection, rolled up his sleeve and tied the tourniquet. Zhang Yifan swallowed nervously and silently looked away.

Zhao Yue'er was standing next to him, but when she saw that he was really nervous, her body was tight and stiff, she sat down, "Sister Nurse, be gentle."

Zhang Yifan looked at her well-behaved and gentle look, with a look of a daze, and a slight tingling pain came from the back of her hand, and the needle had been shot.

Zhao Yue'er went back to the ward and brought a blanket to cover him. Lin Xueling also came to see him when she heard this. She said sorry to Zhang Yifan several times, and even brought him a pillow and placed it behind her waist.

Zhang Yifan just nodded, but didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Mom, go back, I'll do it here." Zhao Yue'er spoke lightly.

Lin Xueling nodded: "Then take good care of Yifan. I'll ask your grandma to cook some ginger soup. You can go back and serve Yifan later."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Yue'er responded perfunctorily.

Lin Xueling went back to the ward, and the two fell silent again.

Perhaps she was sick, and Zhang Yifan was not in the mood to talk to her, and she lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhao Yue'er saw that there were three large bags of medicines and said, "You can sleep, I'll watch it for you."

Zhang Yifan was stunned and looked at her side, his eyes seemed a little surprised.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yue'er was a little confused when she saw that her expression was so strange.

Zhang Yifan gently looked away, his face pale and dim, "It's nothing, it's the first time someone helped me see the infusion."

"What? Have you been alone before? Where are your parents?" Zhao Yue'er asked casually, feeling uncomfortable if it drips too fast, and raised her hand and adjusted it.
Chapter completed!