As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Changyuan immediately acted as his wife's agent with a straight face: "She doesn't want to."
Yin Liang was not surprised by his reaction and just laughed it off.
"But I don't understand why she wanted to save people?" The two grown men faced off in silence for a long time, and Zhao Changyuan suddenly found the right channel.
"Because she said that looking at Liu Xiaoyu's attitude, if she married into the palace, she would most likely die to preserve her chastity. And Madam knows you, she knows that you have a kind heart, and she knows that although you stood by and watched, you were actually very sad in your heart.
Sad... She is afraid that this matter will become a knot in your mind that will be difficult to untie in the future."
At the end of the sentence, Yin Liang's voice became smaller and smaller, and his tone became more and more hesitant, because the big man standing in front of him had gradually turned red.
"In that case... why didn't you tell me earlier?" Thinking of how he had been so arrogant and willful to his wife before she fell into coma; thinking that the last words he said to his wife turned out to be "I won't care about you anymore, do whatever you want."
Just do it like this." Thinking of his wife constantly coaxing him to be coquettish to him before going to bed... Thinking of his ruthlessness when she was suffering from illness, and thinking of her last words "I love you", Zhao Changyuan's teeth dropped.
Shivering.
"Madam expected that the people in the government would be pressured by the Sixth Prince and find you as soon as possible. She hopes that you can face everything calmly and does not want to burden you."
"Boom!" There was a sound, and a concave pool appeared on the wall next to the two of them. The red blood slowly slid down the wall, leaving blood marks on the snow-white wall.
"General, please don't be like this. If my wife wakes up and finds out that you have hurt yourself, she will definitely be very heartbroken." Although Yin Liang, a martial arts idiot, has not been in love yet, he can also understand that at this moment, perhaps only the pain on the skin and flesh can be temporarily relieved.
The pain in my heart. "Madam cares about you so much, she will definitely wake up. I'm going to see the doctor."
Only Zhao Changyuan, who was standing by the wall, trembling, and Gong Yueyue, who was silent, were left in the room. The pungent smell of blood gradually spread throughout the room. But her disgusted complaints and distressed concerns could not be heard...
He walked towards the bed step by step, took her warm little hand with his bloody hand and kissed her lips. "Nothing can happen to you, otherwise I will definitely kill myself."
Jiang Haoran chatted with Gong Yueyue's attending doctor for a while. As soon as he returned to the ward, Gong Yueyue's mother Han Ping came up to him with bright eyes and asked: "Haoran, what did the doctor say?"
"Don't worry, Auntie, the doctor said her wound is recovering well."
"But why aren't you awake yet?"
Jiang Haoran also felt a little uneasy. Although the operation was successful, as long as she didn't wake up for a day, all the so-called improvements would be in vain. But after all, he was a man with high emotional intelligence and knew how to digest stress and worries on his own.
"Give her some time. She's been waiting for so long. Don't rush her for a day or two."
After saying that, I looked at my watch and realized it was already lunch time. "It's almost twelve o'clock. I'm going to buy lunch."
As soon as he walked out of the ward, he didn't go far when he heard someone calling him from behind. "SIR Jiang!"
He looked back and saw a familiar man in a white coat chasing after him. "Peter." This Peter was a psychiatrist at the hospital and was a junior high school classmate with Jiang Haoran.
"I've read your girlfriend's record. She's recovering well. You finally managed to see the moonlight after the clouds cleared." From the night when Gong Yueyue was sent to this hospital after being shot, Peter saw Jiang.
How did Haoran and the Gong parents survive until today step by step. He often lamented that there are still such infatuated men as Jiang Haoran in this world. In less than a year, this infatuated and handsome police officer has become the owner of this hospital.
The perfect male idol among female medical staff.
"I just don't know when I will wake up..." Jiang Haoran said feebly as he walked.
"In fact, so far, others have done all they can to help her. When she wakes up, it depends on her own will." Peter cannot help a comatose patient, but he still has the ability to unlock the solution.
This friend who was awake and confused said, "But since your relationship is so good, she probably won't be willing to keep you waiting for too long."
"It's necessary." Overall, Jiang Haoran still has great confidence in Gong Yueyue. Whether it's her feelings for him or her perseverance in willpower.
"Talk to her more and find some topics that interest her most to stimulate her. Play more music or movies that she likes. If that doesn't work, just seduce her. You're so handsome, it will definitely work," Peter said.
In the end, he laughed more and more inappropriately and even gave him a push with his arm.
"I'm afraid that what she is having is an erotic dream, and there is a more handsome man in the dream." Jiang SIR is very entertaining, but if he knew the truth, he would probably want to slap himself in the face.
Peter was amused by him: "Hahahaha! I think it's very possible! Maybe it's the professor who knows everything..."
"She hasn't watched it." Jiang Haoran couldn't laugh it off. He used to be very impatient with her watching Korean dramas, and he couldn't stand her always pulling him to watch them together. But in the past year, after he came home from the hospital every night,
He sat on the sofa alone and watched all the Korean dramas he could find. The day after the finale of "I'm Sorry, I Love You", he wore his black ultrasound all day and didn't even take it off when he went to the toilet.
.When people asked him what happened, he could only answer: "Eye, inflammation."
The two were walking and chatting, and unknowingly they had reached the hospital restaurant, where a certain Qing Dynasty time-travel drama was playing on the TV. On a whim, Peter joked with him again: "That might also be time-travel, your kid's love rival said
It must not be Fourth Brother."
"Does your dean know that you are so bad?" Jiang Haoran's head was full of black lines. He stopped chatting with him, found a team, and lined up quietly.
More than two hours later, in the video store near the hospital, the girls selling discs were attracted by the handsome guy with a stern face who had just come in. They saw him walking around for several weeks, but they were unable to start in the sea of discs. Among them
A girl couldn't stand it anymore, so she walked up and asked sweetly: "Sir, what movie are you looking for? I can help you find it."
Jiang Haoran hesitated for a moment, and finally asked with some embarrassment: "Is there any protagonist who can go back from now to...many years ago..."
"Oh, you mean time-travel drama? There are many of them. I don't know which one you want to watch?" The girl saw the unnatural look on his face and couldn't help but almost laughed.
"Any recommendations?" This is really not easy for him who usually only pays attention to gun fight movies and passionate anime.
"Should you watch it yourself or your girlfriend?"
"I'll see for myself."
"Hmm... Then you can watch "Looking for Qin", performed by Louis Koo." The girl handed the disc to him, but he only read the introduction and returned it.
"What I want to see is...the kind where girls go back to ancient times and then...come back again." Jiang SIR's mood at this moment is probably similar to that of his male compatriots who are forced to go to the supermarket to buy sanitary napkins.
The girl was already pinching her thighs to keep calm. "Okay, I understand. That's all for these movies."
"Then I want both."
He didn't even see the name of the disc clearly, so he paid the money readily and ran away in a hurry while the girls were looking at him with curiosity.
Returning to the hospital bed, he flicked Gong Yueyue's nose and said helplessly: "Honey, it's time for you to wake up. Because of you, my husband is almost considered to be gay." Jiang Sir Yingming, always so Korean drama, time travel
In terms of romance, today it's "Oops, I don't want history", tomorrow it's "Eighth Brother, I'm stuck", one day I have to come out as gay.
After Marshal Zhao's wife fell into an inexplicable coma, the Yamen Post House was filled with misery every day. People ate early and went back to their houses early. No one dared to wander around in the yard for fear of touching his bad luck. The doctor came in and out carrying a medical box.
But he always gave Zhao Changyuan the same answer that he couldn't accept.
"Everyone said her pulse was normal, so why couldn't anyone wake her up? Apart from these quack doctors, is there no decent doctor in Cangzhou City?"
Zhao Changyuan's angry lion roar with red eyes failed to make Gong Yueyue frown, but it frightened everyone who was awake in the post house. The generals had seen this in the military camp, but Tian Hai, Xiaomei, Du Ruotong
, Uncle Jiang and others no longer dared to even make a sound.
"Master, please don't get angry, your anger will hurt your health." No matter what Tian Hai said, he still felt sorry for his master the most. He had been watching helplessly as he couldn't eat and couldn't sleep at night, with blood-red eyes and stubble on his face.
Yueyue was busy wandering in front of the bed, and she lost a lot of weight in a few days.
"Don't get angry? It's been five days, how can I not get angry!" His wife showed no sign of waking up, but her complexion was getting worse day by day. What followed was that Zhao Changyuan's temper was getting worse day by day.
.
The only person who dares to talk to him properly now is Sixth Aunt, an elder. "Zhao'er, Xiao Juan has returned to Luoyang, and he is probably on his way back with the imperial doctor. Don't mess up the situation first."
He calmed down for a moment, then suddenly looked frightened and worried: "What should I do if the imperial doctor says there is nothing that can be done?"
Seeing his exhausted appearance, Sixth Aunt bit her lip distressedly. "Don't be like this. Since the doctor said Yueyue's pulse is normal, her life should not be in danger for the time being. As long as she lives well, there will always be a way, right?
"
He calmed down for a moment and looked at the sleeping person under the bed curtain. Suddenly he asked Sixth Aunt and Du Ruotong, the two wife's best friends, with a look of worry and despair: "Why do you think she doesn't wake up? Is it because of me?"
What I said that day hurt her? Could it be because I ignored her, so she didn't want to see me?"
"How could it be? How could she be willing to let it go?!" This was the nth time he asked this question in five days. Aunt Six was deeply worried that her nephew, who was not very bright in the first place, would be tortured into Xiang.
Mrs. Lin.
He stretched out his palms to rub his swollen and painful temples, and said angrily: "I know she must hate me for being a fool..."
Du Ruotong couldn't bear to see him blaming himself over and over again: "She won't blame you. Jealousy... Just calm down..."
He Yong's voice came from outside the door at the right time: "Marshal! There seems to be a situation outside Liuzhou City..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Changyuan interrupted him: "Don't tell me this, I don't want to hear it." (To be continued)