At this moment, the fair-faced girl held the big wheat-colored hand tightly with her fair fingers, kneaded it, and muttered something in her mouth, "Shaoqi, spring has come. The scenery outside is beautiful. Why don't you wake up?"
Woolen cloth?"
The voice was low, revealing a touch of loneliness and endless loneliness.
"Shaoqi, please wake up quickly, I really can't hold it anymore." Huangfu Yao murmured.
These days, I have been taking care of him with all my heart, but he refuses to open his eyes and look at himself.
Suddenly, Huangfu Yao stared at the figure on the bed in disbelief.
Just now, I clearly felt something was wrong with my fingers. My fingers were grasped very lightly and softly. The force was so light that if I didn't notice it carefully, I wouldn't feel it at all.
But Han Shaoqi's eyelids didn't move, and his gaze fell on the tightly intertwined fingers of the two people, but the slight touch never appeared again.
In a daze, Huangfu Yao thought it was his illusion.
After staring at his broad palm for a long time, there was no movement. Huangfu Yao couldn't help but be disappointed.
It seems that it is really an illusion.
Just when Huangfu Yao was about to open the finger and replace it with the withered lily on the bedside, his finger was slightly squeezed again.
All of this was a real touch. Huangfu Yao was pleasantly surprised, and his heart beat very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
The finger moved slowly again.
Huangfu Yao felt ecstatic again and hurriedly pressed the bedside bell.
After a while, doctors and nurses rushed in, and Huangfu Yao notified the Han family.
At this moment, Mr. Han, with the support of Father Han, rushed over at an incredible speed.
He hurried to the ward with an expression that could not hide his surprise, but when he saw the still motionless figure on the bed, his expression turned cold and hard.
Looking at Huangfu Yao, "Didn't you say you woke up?"
Huangfu Yao shook his head, knowing that they had misunderstood what he meant, and hurriedly explained, "Just now, when I was massaging Shao Qi, I found that Shao Qi's fingers moved."
Just a small movement made Mr. Han, whose face darkened, feel a sense of surprise in an instant.
The doctor kicked the group of people out and began to examine Han Shaoqi.
Soon, the doctor came out of the ward and shook his head at the group of people standing outside.
"The examination results show that the patient's body shows no signs of waking up."
Mother Han glanced at Huangfu Yao with a piercing gaze.
Huangfu Yao looked a little anxious, "His fingers really moved just now."
The doctor was helpless and said, "Miss Huangfu, the instrument can't detect any signs of waking up."
Seeing everyone's suspicious looks, Huangfu Yao had no choice but to go into battle himself, "If you don't believe me, come with me." He took the lead and stepped into the ward.
Behind them, Father Han and Mother Han looked at each other and helped Mr. Han into the ward, leaving the doctor behind him, who shook his head sadly.
There was no sign of waking up at all.
This Miss Huangfu may be too worried.
Huangfu Yao held Han Shaoqi's fingers tightly and called softly, "Shaoqi."
The voice was full of tenderness, which made the Han family present stunned when they heard it.
Suddenly, someone outside heard Mother Han shouting in surprise, "It's really moving."
The doctor took a leap and entered the ward.
I happened to see that the slender and strong fingers were slightly curved, no longer the straight line they used to be.