Seven days have passed, and Xiao Yuhan has been lying quietly on the hospital bed. Her originally pink face looked so pale, and she has been relying on a ventilator to maintain her life. For these seven days, Ouyang Hao has been by Xiao Yuhan's side.
Never give up. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, he will fight for it with all his strength. Ouyang Hao wears an isolation suit and rarely goes out. His eye sockets are deeply sunken, his eyes are bloodshot, and his thick beard is getting longer and longer.
. He had always cared about his own image, and everything seemed unimportant. He sat in front of Xiao Yuhan's hospital bed, holding her slender little hand, and rubbing it on his face.
"Girl, wake up quickly. My heart can't bear it anymore." Ouyang Hao's tears unknowingly flowed all over his face.
Ouyang Hao's heart seemed to be bleeding and being torn. He always advocated materialism and prayed for Xiao Yuhan every day. He hoped that God could bless his girl to be safe and wake up soon. Even if he used his life in exchange, he would
Do it willingly and without hesitation.
The tired Ouyang Hao fell asleep on the bed. He felt someone touch his hand in a daze. He reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at Xiao Yuhan, and found that she was still asleep, so what he felt just now must be that he was dreaming.
. He felt very lost, helpless, and helpless. Suddenly, his hand was touched again, very slightly. He looked at his hand subconsciously, and found that the little girl who had been holding it in his hand was
The hand moved. He couldn't believe his eyes, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously. Yes, he saw it right, it was the girl's hand that was moving.
"Girl, are you awake?" Ouyang Hao's excited voice trembled obviously.
But the situation was not as optimistic as expected, and Xiao Yuhan still didn't wake up.
"Doctor, doctor" Ouyang Hao shouted in panic.
"What's wrong?" The special guard hurriedly ran in.
"Her hand moved just now," Ouyang Hao said hurriedly.
"I'll call the doctor right away." The special nurses were also very excited. They had been moved by the passionate and handsome man in front of them these past few days, and they had been praying for the lucky girl on the hospital bed.
The attending physician was a good friend of Han Sicheng, so he always took good care of them.
"Mr. Ouyang, what's going on?" the doctor asked calmly. Maybe it's because they are facing too many patients, and no matter how urgent it is, they can't panic.
"She moved her hands, I could feel it," Ouyang Hao said excitedly.
"This is a good sign. I think she may wake up soon. You need to talk to her more about your past, talk about some topics that she is usually interested in, and stimulate her brain, which will have a great impact on her illness.
There are many successful cases of this kind. Don’t be discouraged and don’t be anxious. I hope that your love can awaken your lover as soon as possible." The doctor encouraged Ouyang Hao.
"I will, the girl will definitely wake up." Ouyang Hao seemed to see hope and their bright future.
Another three months passed like this. Ouyang Hao stayed by Xiao Yuhan's side with expectation every day. He didn't expect that time would be so slow. Every minute was a torture for him.
He has the same mood every day, praying to God for his girl to wake up soon and recover soon. He wants the innocent, kind, and gentle girl to stand in front of him intact again, joking with him,
Naughty. She was too quiet now, and the silence made him feel suffocated. His body and mind had reached the limit of endurance. If she hadn't woken up, he would collapse.
Perhaps it was his sincerity that moved God. Under Ouyang Hao's repeated calls of blood and tears, Xiao Yuhan finally opened her eyes that had been closed for more than three months on a sunny morning.
Xiao Yuhan observed the surrounding environment blankly. She moved her hands to take off the breathing mask on her face. It was too uncomfortable. Her inadvertent movement woke up Ouyang Hao next to him. He was in a trance and delusion for a moment, looking at the already exhausted person.
When Xiao Yuhan opened her eyes, she was at a loss.
"Girl, you're awake." Ouyang Hao couldn't believe the facts in front of him.
"Uh, uh" Xiao Yuhan broke away from the held hands in horror.
"Don't worry, I'll call the doctor right away." Ouyang Hao stood up and almost kicked down the stool because of his anxiety.
When doctors and special nurses arrived, Xiao Yuhan was already fully awake.
The doctor retested her vital signs, and after confirming, took off her breathing mask.
"Where am I?" Xiao Yuhan sat up and asked blankly.
"Girl, you are in the hospital now." Ouyang Hao held Xiao Yuhan's hands again. He didn't want to let her go.
"Ah, who are you? What do you want to do?" Xiao Yuhan asked in panic as she tried to break free from her imprisoned hands.
"I'm Hao, girl. Don't you recognize me?" Ouyang Hao asked in surprise as he looked at the frightened Xiao Yuhan in front of him.
Xiao Yuhan shook her head in panic. She really couldn't remember who the haggard-looking man in front of her was.
"What's going on? How come she doesn't recognize me? Could it be that she..." Ouyang Hao did not dare to say any more.
"Mr. Ouyang, don't worry. Judging from the current situation, Miss Xiao Yuhan may have lost her memory." The doctor said helplessly, as the outcome he least wanted could not be avoided.
"No, no. Girl, if you think about it again, do you really not remember me?" Ouyang Hao's heart felt like it had sunk into an ice cellar, without a trace of warmth.