In the ward, Song Jinze and Song Yuchen were sitting together, staring directly at Ye Zhenzhen who was lying on the bed.
"Dad, when will Ye Zhenzhen wake up?" Song Yuchen's voice was filled with worry. He was very afraid of what he would do if Ye Zhenzhen couldn't wake up.
Song Jinze raised her hand and looked at the time on her watch, "When you wake up from sleep, she will wake up."
Song Yuchen shook his head, "I don't want to sleep, I want to stay and take care of her."
Song Jinze: "What can you take care of her?"
He didn't spend much time with Xiaochen. When he saw Xiaochen getting along with Ye Zhenzhen before, he always glared at her.
They haven't seen each other for a few days. From the time they first met until now, after spending several days together with Ye Zhenzhen day and night, this little guy has been protecting and caring for Ye Zhenzhen both in and out of his words.
Thinking about it, they still knew too little about Ye Zhenzhen and the time they spent with her was too short...
Song Yuchen's little face was full of seriousness, "I, I want to stay with my mother, this is my mother!"
Song Jinze raised his eyebrows slightly, "I am your father, and I think you should go to bed now. The woman lying on the bed is my wife, and I will take care of her."
Song Yuchen: "Grandpa said that filial piety comes first. Ye Zhenzhen is my mother. If my mother is injured, I should stay and take care of her."
Xiao Naiyin spoke in a precise manner, her pronunciation and enunciation were a little vague, but her tone was firm.
In the dialogue between a little boy and a grown man, if you want to achieve your goal, you must first fight for the right to belong.
This is probably the nature of men, no matter their age.
Song Jinze's narrow eyes narrowed, and a loving and doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't realize that my son is also quite eloquent?"
In fact, the man has already attributed this credit to the woman lying on the hospital bed.
Song Yuchen: "What I said is the truth!"
Half an hour later, it was almost early morning.
Secretary Zhang carried large and small bags into the living room of the ward and came out of the bedroom next to Song Jinze. He had just carried the sleeping Song Yuchen to the bed and settled him down.
The little guy promised to stay with Ye Zhenzhen, but he fell asleep after sitting beside the hospital bed for only 20 minutes...
"President, everything is complete. If you need anything else, just tell me and I will buy it."
"Well, there's one more thing..."
Song Jinze glanced at the room where Ye Zhenzhen was, "The robber who hurt her should find a lawyer and deal with it. Don't let him see the light of day in this life."
Secretary Zhang could clearly feel the anger and coldness in the president's words, "Okay, I'll do it right away."
After Secretary Zhang left, Ye Zhenzhen finished her injections. Song Jinze pressed the call button and asked the nurse to come and take out the injections.
Song Jinze asked the nurse: "She just suffered a simple trauma, is there no other problem?"
From the time he saw her just now until now, this woman has not moved...
After listening to Song Jinze's question, the nurse's face turned slightly red with embarrassment. Not only was this man handsome, but he also seemed to love his wife very much. She felt even more envious of Ye Zhenzhen in her heart.
"Don't worry, sir. The dose of anesthetic your wife takes at night is a little more than the average person. It's very likely that she won't wake up tonight after falling asleep. You can have a little rest first. Don't be too nervous. What's the problem?
You can come to us anytime.”
Song Jinze frowned slightly, could it be seen that he was nervous?
…
At night, the anesthetic on Ye Zhenzhen's body wore off, and she turned over on the hospital bed. She kicked over all the good quilts she had covered herself with, and fell off the small hospital bed.
Song Jinze sat on the small sofa in the ward and stayed there for half the night. Seeing movement on the bed, he got up and walked to the bed, "Ye Zhenzhen, are you awake?"
During the questioning, he bent down to pick up the quilt that had fallen to the ground, and gently covered the woman lying on the bed again.
The person on the bed was obviously asleep and did not respond to him.
Song Jinze accidentally caught a glimpse of the woman's exposed arm. The sleeve on her right arm had been cut off by scissors, and there was some uncleaned blood on her fair skin.
Under the warm yellow light, the woman's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, no blood could be seen on her delicate little face, and her thin white arms were pitifully thin...
Song Jinze sighed softly and unconsciously walked towards the living room with his long legs. He found a small basin and towel among the things Secretary Zhang sent, and went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water.
Entering the ward again, the woman's sleeping position changed again, and the quilt on the bed returned to the ground.
Song Jinze frowned, put down the basin in his hand, covered the woman with the quilt again, then twisted the towel, bent over the bed and wiped the woman's arms. At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly come to his senses and was slightly stunned.
What is he doing?
Looking at the woman lying on the bed again, he coldly snorted: "Ye Zhenzhen, don't think too much about me, I have mysophobia..."
The movements of Song Jinze's hands were gentle and slightly clumsy. The blood on the woman's arm had dried and could not be wiped off even after wiping it lightly. He could only repeat the movements of his hands again.
In a daze, Ye Zhenzhen felt that her arm was a little painful from being pinched. She raised her left hand to fight back, and hit the man's right temple with a slap that was unbiased.
A "pop~" sound was particularly loud in the silent ward late at night.
When she stopped her hand, the new nails on her left hand quietly slid across the man's forehead...
Song Jinze gritted his teeth in pain, "Ye Zhenzhen!"
This was probably the first time in his history that he took care of someone, but was "taken care of" by someone instead.
And Ye Zhenzhen, who was lying on the bed, thought she was dreaming. This strange yet familiar voice made her feel so annoying, "It's so annoying, stop making noise!"
Song Jinze took a deep breath. Did this ungrateful woman just say that he was 'bored to death'?
The broad palm of the man's left hand was still supporting the woman's thin white arm. The corners of his lips were twitching slightly, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth: "Ye Zhenzhen, you'd better not pretend to be asleep..."
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Early the next morning, Ye Zhenzhen opened her eyes and saw Song Yuchen's enlarged childish face, "Mom, you're awake! It's really good!"
"Xiaochen, are you okay?" Although she saw the little guy well in front of her, she still asked this question unconsciously.
"I'm fine, you don't have to worry." Song Yuchen remembered what the nurse said last night, saying that Ye Zhenzhen was so painful that she cried. Xiao Naoyin asked with concern: "Ye Zhenzhen, is your wound still hurting?
?”
Ye Zhenzhen raised her right arm, feeling a faint pain. A slight smile appeared on her lips, "It doesn't hurt..."
While the two were talking, Ye Zhenzhen heard the sound of footsteps and followed the sound. Song Jinze came in from the door wearing black clothes and black trousers. His handsome face looked slightly tired.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyebrows moved slightly, why is this man here?
