She let go of Sheng Sheng, walked to Mu Wanqing, and asked with a gentle smile: "Miss Mu, you haven't eaten for a day, right?! Do you want some chicken soup?! I brought a lot,
Mu Fan will definitely not be able to finish the drink alone..."
When she got closer, Wen Xiaorou discovered that Mu Wanqing's pale cheeks were covered with tear stains. She frowned, caring and considerately comforted: "Miss Mu, don't worry too much. Although An An's death this time
The condition is very dangerous, but you should believe in Mu Fan. As long as he is here, nothing will happen to An An. Come over first and drink some chicken soup to replenish your strength."
"Thank you, I have no appetite." Mu Wanqing raised her hand, wiped away the tears on her face, and declined in a low voice.
Wen Xiaorou was too enthusiastic and said persistently: "I haven't even drank the chicken soup yet, so what are you saying thank you for? It's not too late to say thank you after you drink it."
"I'm really not hungry, thank you for your kindness."
"Miss Mu, please don't go out with me. The chicken soup is delicious. Although the weather is not cold yet, it has already entered autumn. If you don't eat to warm your body, you will catch cold easily."
As she said that, she took Mu Wanqing's hand and pulled it aside.
Mu Wanqing was disturbed by Wen Xiaorou and felt agitated. She was a little helpless and a little angry. She couldn't control the last emotion. She shook it hard and said loudly: "I told you, no need."
Unexpectedly, the moment Wen Xiaorou was thrown away by her, the high heels under her feet slipped and she fell heavily to the ground.
Mu Wanqing was dumbfounded.
"Mu Wanqing!!!" Yang Mufan's furious scolding resounded, "Xiaorou kindly invites you to drink chicken soup. Even if you don't want to drink it, forget it if you don't appreciate it. What are you doing to push someone away?!"
Before Mu Wanqing could react, Yang Mufan rushed to Wen Xiaorou like a hurricane, gently and carefully helping her up.
"Mu Fan, don't be fierce, Miss Mu, you can't blame her. It's my fault. She said she didn't want to drink, but I insisted on forcing it." Wen Xiaorou frowned and said aggrievedly.
After hearing her words, Yang Mufan was speechless. He was angry, anxious and angry.
The moment he helped her up, Wen Xiaorou just exerted a little force on her right foot, and suddenly she whispered: "It hurts...ankle hurts..."
Yang Mufan raised his hand to move to her ankle, first carefully helped her take off her high heels, then held her feet and gently pinched her ankle: "Is this here?!"
"Yes." Wen Xiaorou nodded hard, so painful that tears came out.
"It's sprained. I'll carry you to Nishimachi." As he said that, Yang Mufan had already picked her up and ran towards the dean's office downstairs.
After running several meters, he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Shengsheng, follow me quickly."
Yang Mu Sheng, who was wearing a handsome little suit, slid down from the bench, then rushed in front of Mu Wanqing, raised his leg unceremoniously, kicked Mu Wanqing hard, and then cursed "Bad"
"Woman", he jumped up and chased after Yang Mufan.
But Mu Wanqing stood there numbly, motionless.
Seeing Yang Mufan hugging Wen Xiaorou and quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor, the tears she was holding back burst out again...
The first time An An woke up was three days later.
Mu Wanqing stood outside the intensive care unit like a stone sculpture for three days and three nights.
An An seemed to be in pain. When she woke up, her little hands kept grabbing the drip on the back of her hand. She was so excited that she rolled downstairs and called the doctor.
After hearing the news, not only the doctors, but also Yang Mufan and the others came over.
The door to the intensive care unit had just been opened by Nishimachi's card, and Mu Wanqing rushed in without permission.
The moment she threw herself on the hospital bed, she heard An An shouting "Mom, Mom, I hurt" when she woke up in a daze.
The voice was so weak that it made her heart ache.
Mu Wanqing couldn't control her tears.
She held his pitifully small hand, and then said in a hoarse voice: "An'an, mom is here, it doesn't hurt, mom will huff for you, okay... huh, it won't hurt..."
As she said that, Mu Wanqing lowered her head and blew gently on the back of his hand where the infusion tube was stuck and the back of her hand was a dark purple. No one knew how worried and scared she was in the past few days. She was afraid of her safety.
He fell asleep like this and would never wake up. He was afraid of her safety, so he left her silently, not even leaving her a chance to say goodbye for the last time.
