When she turned to leave, because her attention was focused on Yehen's face, she accidentally bumped into the patient's face, and the medicine tray she was holding almost fell to the ground.
"Don't you even have eyes when you walk?"
The hospital bed was shaken by the impact, and Ye Hen narrowed his eyes, with a terrifying light blooming in his eyes.
"Hug...sorry!"
The little nurse was frightened by the deep voice and turned pale. Thinking of the dozen men in black outside the corridor, she apologized in a panic and escaped from the ward.
As the little nurse left, Ye Hen seemed to realize something, and seemed to be surprised by his behavior just now.
After a trace of annoyance, his eyes fell on the sick person again
A few days ago, the person standing in the living room who was soaked and looking at him came to mind.
He was soaked and holding his body and shaking constantly, his hair wet from the rain stuck to his forehead, and his black and white eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.
That faint smile makes people feel a little naughty at the same time
There is no way anyone can connect with the person lying in bed now
Looking at the face that was paler than before, I could only describe it as pale at this moment.
The black and smooth hair has lost its former luster and is scattered on the snow-white pillow.
Because the lips that have lost moisture for many days show dry wrinkles, only the weak breathing can be felt between the straight and small nose wings.
The rough hands touched the thin cheeks, and the fingers felt the smooth and cool skin. If it weren't for the warmth on it, it would really make people feel that what was lying there was a cold corpse.
"Don't think you can escape my torture in this way! Wake up quickly!"
Yehen's big hand stayed on Mingyue's thin face, and he spoke in a low voice. He couldn't tell whether he was anxious or angry.
The sky outside the window gradually dimmed, and the dark blue night replaced the brightness of the day.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Aunt Lan received permission and was sent to the hospital by the driver assigned by Ye Hen.
She held an insulated lunch box in her hand and pushed out of the ward. Tears immediately fell from the eyes of those who saw her.
"Miss!"
With a tearful cry, she quickly put the lunch box in her hand on the cabinet beside the bed. Aunt Lan sat in front of the bed and held Ming Yue's hand tightly.
It has only been a few days, but my round, green and white hands feel like they have become skin and bones.
"Miss, it's Aunt Lan. I'm here to see you. Please open your eyes quickly and look at me!"