An Ran shook her head, "What does pregnancy mean? It doesn't matter! I'll accompany you!"
"But--"
"Stop it! You should think more about Zong Zhenglie's affairs..." An Ran looked at Zong Zhenglie lying on the bed, and couldn't help but worry about the future for Sheng Xin.
"There is nothing to consider." Sheng Xin also looked at Zong Zhenglie with a firm gaze, "I will not leave him, absolutely not, no matter what he looks like."
........
An hour later, Zong Zhenglie gradually woke up from his coma.
But when he tried to open his eyes, he found that he couldn't move at all.
He gritted his teeth and raised his hand, and soon a very soft voice came to his ear, "Zong Zhenglie, you're awake!"
Zong Zhenglie frowned and wanted to nod, but couldn't move at all.
It was as if he was encased in plaster alive and could only move with his hands.
"Do you want to talk?" Sheng Xin held his hand and rubbed it a few times. "Then you endure the pain. I will go find a doctor to take off the oxygen mask for you now, and you can talk."
Just when she was about to let go and go find the doctor, Zong Zhenglie suddenly held her tightly.
Sheng Xin was stunned for a moment, then sat back on the chair, "Okay, I won't go, I'll stay with you! I'll always be there."
Unable to call the doctor, Sheng Xin pressed the button in front of the ward.
After a while, Zong Zhenglie's attending doctor rushed over in a hurry.
"Is the patient awake?"
"Yes." Sheng Xin nodded, the two of them still holding hands, "He can't speak. Is it because of the oxygen mask?"
The doctor shook his head and looked solemn, "This bomb contains some chemicals. He inhaled the fragments into his throat, causing him to make no sound now."
"Then..." Shouldn't he be able to speak too?
Sheng Xin asked anxiously.
The doctor replied, "No, this is just a temporary situation, and my speech ability should be restored soon."
"Then it won't affect his speech?"
"Yes." The doctor said helplessly, "It will affect the throat to some extent, and your speech may become hoarse in the future."
Sheng Xin thought it was something big, but when she heard it, she felt slightly relieved, "That's okay, the main reason is that I'm afraid that I can't speak anymore."
"That won't happen." The doctor walked over and took a closer look at Zong Zhenglie's injury, then raised his head and said to Sheng Xin, "You will have to inject some anesthetic later, otherwise the pain will be too great and he won't be able to bear it.
"
"Does it hurt that much?" Sheng Xin immediately felt distressed, "Then let's get some anesthesia quickly!"
"Yes." The doctor nodded, wrote a few words in the notebook, and then walked out of the ward.
Seeing the door closed, Sheng Xin slowly put Zong Zhenglie's hand to his face.
"Zong Zhenglie, haven't you always said that I am a coward? Then you have to show me how strong you are... I know it's hard for you to say it now, but you can endure it. The doctor said you will be strong soon."
You can talk now! Don't worry..." As Sheng Xin spoke, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, "You must come through, Zong Zhenglie, I'm still waiting for you to marry me.
Woolen cloth......."
Zong Zhenglie was speechless, he could only move his fingers.
He must have cried when he heard Sheng Xin's voice, but he had no way to wipe it for her.
All the joints in his body seemed to be broken.
Although it wasn't very painful, it was densely packed and seemed to be getting worse little by little.