If God followed people's wishes, there wouldn't be so many bloody storms in the world. Not only Qi Huan thought so, but also Zimo, but he didn't care about comfort now. In days without struggle, he just wanted to lie in bed.
Nannan can wake up immediately, talk to herself, even hit herself, but now it has been three days, Nannan is lying on the bed with a bloodless face, unable to even eat some simple porridge, is it not good for herself?
Good people can only die one by one in front of themselves. If they live by themselves, it will be redundant...
Sitting in front of Nannan's bed, Zimo stayed with Nannan for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. He just sat there quietly without saying a word. Except for the doctor who came in and out every day, no one else was Zimo.
Never seen.
"How is it? Can she be saved? When will she wake up?" This is a question Zimo will ask every time after the doctor diagnoses the disease.
"Back to Master Zimo, although Miss Lan'er was seriously injured, although she hasn't eaten anything in the past three days, the injuries in Miss Lan'er's body are recovering bit by bit. This... this old man really doesn't know.
How to explain it, it can only be a miracle."
"Recovery?" Zimo's dissatisfied bloodshot eyes seemed to be filled with hope again. He stretched out his slender hands to clasp the doctor, and stood up a little unsteadily. "You...you mean she won't die, right? Yes."
No? She, then, when will he wake up?" Zimo, excited and somewhat incoherent, shook the doctor.
"Master Zimo..." The doctor was obviously frightened by Zimo's behavior.
"Really, please answer me and tell me!" Zimo continued to ask without giving up.
"Zi... Mo... cough... Zi Mo... Young Master, you... are so noisy..." Nan Nan seemed to have used all her strength to get these words out of her mouth. She was really worried that she would be late.
If he does, the doctor will be strangled to death by him.
"Are you... awake?" Zimo blinked hard, thinking that he was hallucinating after not sleeping for a few days.
"Idiot..." Nan Nan stretched out her hand and put it on Zimo's hand. "Even a dead person will be woken up by you." Nan Nan waved at the doctor who was already frightened and his legs were weak. The doctor then rolled away.
He ran out with the crawler.
"I thought you didn't want me anymore. You lied to me just like them..." As he spoke, Zimo lay on the bedside and started crying.
"A man who bleeds but doesn't shed tears, haven't you heard this saying?" Looking at Zimo Nannan, she said in a funny tone.
"I'm not a man. I can only watch my mother and aunts fall in front of me one by one. I can't save them. Their blood is falling on me drop by drop. I can't protect anyone. I'm useless.
, I'm useless..." As if he didn't hear Nan Nan's words, Zimo started talking to himself. "I was so scared at the time, so scared, my hands were covered with blood, there were so many people, so many people were dead.
My father, my mother, my uncle, they all died in front of me one by one, they all died..."
"Okay, stop talking, don't," Hearing this, Nan Nan couldn't listen anymore and stretched out her hands to hug Zimo. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here..."
Letting Zimo just lean on him at home, Nan Nan gently stroked Zimo's back and said softly in his ear: "You must be very tired now, right? The past things are in the past. Take good care of yourself."
Have a good sleep, I will be by your side, don’t go anywhere, just sleep well..."