Taozi didn't pay attention at all. Behind her, Zhao Xue and Hu Yucheng exchanged proud looks.
The door of ward 507 was pushed open with a "squeak" sound.
Taozi stood at the door of the ward, looking at the snow-white ceiling, snow-white sheets, and snow-white floor tiles in the ward. The whole world seemed to have turned white, and the person lying on the bed, with a pale face, lay there quietly,
It's like I'm not breathing.
"Woo... Husband..." Taozi choked and rushed directly to Shen Mochen's bed, reaching out to hold his long, white hand. The touch in her hand was not as warm as usual, but had a cold feeling. Look at him again
With a pale face and a calm expression, Taozi's tears suddenly fell down in large chunks.
"Husband, what's wrong with you...where are you injured..." Taozi held Shen Mochen's hand, put his palm against her face, and looked around at him with a pair of moist eyes.
It's just...so strange...
He seemed to have just fallen asleep. Apart from his face being a little pale and his body temperature being a little low, there were no obvious injuries...
With a trace of doubt in her heart and hazy tearful eyes, Taozi carefully opened the quilt covering Shen Mochen. The clothes inside looked like the work clothes he usually wears at work. They should not have been changed, and there were even a few wrinkles on the whole clothes.
There are no pleats...
Could it be that... Shen Mochen suffered internal injuries?
Tao Zi bit her lower lip with her white teeth, hesitated for a moment, reached out to touch the tears on her face, and then directly reached out to lift Shen Mochen's white shirt.
His fair skin was perfectly presented before his eyes, not to mention wounds, not even a single bruise.
"Huh??" Taozi's tears finally stopped. She looked back at Zhao Xue and Hu Yucheng who were standing at the door of the ward and asked strangely: "What happened to him?? It doesn't look like he was in a car accident..."
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"Ahem..." Hu Yucheng coughed twice awkwardly, turned to look at Zhao Xue's eyes, and then said cautiously with a smile on his face: "Well...he did have a little...a little car accident...
"
Hu Yucheng stretched out his little finger and gestured towards Taozi: "It's just that it was not hit by a car...but...but..."
"But what??" Taozi looked at him doubtfully.
"But...I accidentally hit him with my bicycle..." Hu Yucheng's voice was as low as a mosquito's cry.
"..." Taozi was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Mochen, who was sleeping quietly on the hospital bed, and said strangely: "Can a bicycle knock someone unconscious??"
"Hehe..." Hu Yucheng smiled awkwardly, turned to look at Zhao Xue, and blinked his narrow eyes, indicating that he really couldn't make it up anymore.
"Silly Taozi." Zhao Xue, who had been standing next to Hu Yucheng, finally said: "Your husband was not knocked unconscious. I asked the fox to give him a drink with sleeping pills, and then waited for him to fall asleep, and then knocked him unconscious.
Carried here."
"...Sleeping pills??" Taozi looked at her in disbelief.
"Hey... Taozi, don't be stupid. What's good about America is that you will eventually get married. What's the difference between leaving your parents two years earlier and living independently two years later..." Zhao Xue opened her eyes
