Wei Jiaren sat on the bench beside him, looking at the surgical lamp above his head with a dull look.

Wei Jiaren felt that her vision was getting blurry. She wiped it hard with the back of her hand, and her vision finally became clear, while the dazzling surgical light was still on.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, from far to near.

He Wanshi came in a hurry. She stood in front of Wei Jiaren, and without saying a word, she raised her hand and slapped her.

Wei Jiaren bit his lips tightly, tears rolling in his eyes, but he didn't argue.

When He Wanshi saw it, she naturally thought she was guilty.

He Wanshi's arm was trembling slightly, which showed how strong the force just fell on Wei Jiaren's face was.

"I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

Wei Jiaren choked and tears fell down her swollen cheeks. She simply blamed herself for all the blame.

He Wanshi didn't say a word, just stood aside and waited.

She has a pair of children in her life, and Su Xingchen has left. If Su Mo leaves again, what should she do?

After five long hours, the lights in the operating room finally went out. The doctor walked out of the operating room and took off the blue sterile mask on his face.

"Doctor, how about my son?" He Wanshi asked nervously.

"I am already out of danger of life and can be transferred to the general ward after twenty-four hours of observation in the custody room."

"Thank God, Su Mo is finally fine." He Wanshi's palm was placed in his heart and his eyes were wet.

Su Mo observed in the custody ward for two days, but found no abnormalities. He was in the ward.

Wei Jiaren stayed by his side without leaving any steps, almost not eating or sleeping.

On the hospital bed, Su Mo was sleeping quietly, with cold mechanical instruments inserted into her body. The numbers on the computer screen kept beating, indicating that his condition was quite stable.

Wei Jiaren buried his face in his palm, and cold tears fell on his palm.

There is a kind of love in this world called fulfillment. Wei Jiaren thought that as long as she let him and An Qi be with him, he would be happy.

She didn't know why, but things were what they were now, and she was less and less understanding of his thoughts.

"Wei Jiaren!"

With a slamming sound, Du Xianxian pushed the door angrily and rushed in, stepped forward and grabbed Wei Jiaren's arm.

"Let go, it hurts." Wei Jiaren's eyebrows were almost twisted together.

There were countless wounds of all sizes on her body, all of which were left when she saved him. Some were scarred and some were severe and bloodshot.

"You still know the pain? It's okay to be on guarding this man day and night, and you won't even deal with the injuries on your body. If the wound is infected and becomes tetanus, your life will be gone."

Wei Jiaren smiled indifferently, "What are you doing if you have a small injury?"

"You can't die even if you look at this man at a glance. Wei Jiaren, you must deal with the wound with me now." Du Xianxian ignored her resistance and forced her to the infirmary.

And just after they left, Anqi came to the hospital.

It's a coincidence that Wei Jiaren guarded Su Mo for several days and nights, but he didn't wake up.

Angel woke up shortly after he arrived.

He lay flat on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head.

Su Mo, who had just woken up, was still a little blurred, and his last memory was still at the moment of the crash.

"Su Mo, are you awake? Do you know how worried I am about you?"
Chapter completed!