Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, all stood up obediently and retreated.
The originally bustling ward became quiet after everyone left.
Sikong Lingge leaned over and touched Shangguan Rui's forehead, but it was still a little hot.
Recently, he is not only prone to illness, but also very difficult to heal after getting sick.
Sikong Ling took care of her indefatigable clothes, hoping that Shangguan Rui would get better soon.
However, Shangguan Rui still became haggard.
He was tortured by illness and lost weight all over his cheeks.
Seeing Shangguan Rui's appearance, Sikong Lingge's chest couldn't help but feel thrusting.
She was completely helpless and didn't know what to do...
"Listen to the song." Shangguan Rui's low voice rang in his ears.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere again? Or are you dry mouth and you want to drink water?"
Shangguan Rui stroked his face, "Go to sleep."
"I'm fine."
"The dark circles are very heavy." Shangguan Rui's fingertips passed through the deep shadows below her.
"I have dark circles of eyes," Sikong Lingge said randomly.
"When did you learn to lie?"
"No."
Shangguan Rui looked at her with both distress and amusedness, patted the bed beside him, "Come up and lie with me, I haven't hugged you for many days."
"You are sick." Sikong Lingge frowned, "I will press on you."
"No, the bed is big, so it's okay to let Xiao Nuan come and get out." Shangguan Rui held her hand and said softly, "I can't sleep well without you."
She couldn't sleep well without him.
Sikong Lingge bit his lip, hesitated for a while, and finally lay down.
Shangguan Rui held her hand tightly and tangled his fingers.
"Go to bed quickly. What you need most now is rest." Sikong Lingge whispered.
"Yes." Shangguan Rui kissed her hand, nodded slowly, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.
Soon, Shangguan Rui fell asleep and his breathing was stable.
Sikong Lingge stared at his pale face and his chest was suppressed.
I couldn't help but reach out and stroke his face.
Lean and listen to his heartbeat.
Although his breathing was weaker than usual, it was very stable and his heartbeat was normal.
Not the kind of terminally ill.
Sikong Lingge then breathed a sigh of relief, stood up gently, and left the ward.
Shangguan Zhixing was wearing white clothes and had been waiting for a long time.
Yan Hua was sitting at her desk, flipping through the data.
On the table, there were a few cups of tea.
Obviously, someone had already arrived earlier than her.
Sikong Lingge walked in.
"Brother is sleeping?" Shangguan Zhixing asked.
"Yes." Sikong Lingge nodded, "How is his situation?"
"It is indeed the toxins from childhood that are destroying Rui's immune system." Shangguan Zhixing said, "For so many years, the toxins have been completely integrated into Rui's blood. Even the blood produced by his own body cells has toxins, which rely on drugs or
Other methods are impossible to cure.”
"What should I do?" Could it be that Shangguan Rui's disease... cannot be cured?
After listening to Sikong's song, his heart was completely irritated.
"Listen to the song, don't be excited." Shangguan Zhixing comforted him.
Shangguan Rui's physical condition is so bad, how could she not be excited?