If you fall asleep, you may never wake up again, Leng Zimo!
Look at the woman outside the window, she is still waiting there, look at her, look at her...
Leng Zimo stared at Luo Xiaoqian outside the window, gritted his teeth and opened his eyes again.
Luo Xiaoqian noticed his movements, and his eyes were obviously a little tired and distracted than before.
"Zimo, don't sleep, Zimo, you must hold on!" She patted the window in front of her anxiously and called his name, "Zimo..."
"He can't hear your voice!" Jiao Yang reminded softly from the side.
"Wait for me, Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian turned around, quickly looked around, turned and rushed to the table, opened the drawer and started searching.
"What are you looking for?!" Jiao Yang came over confused.
"Pen, give me a pen and paper..."
Luo Xiaoqian quickly opened the drawer on the table. Jiao Yang didn't know what she was going to do, but he still helped her find it. With great difficulty, he found a thick oil-based pen in a drawer.
Taking the pen handed over by Jiao Yang and grabbing a stack of medical recording paper on the table, Luo Xiaoqian returned to the glass, shook the paper and pen in her hand towards Leng Zimo inside, and then quickly wrote
Got up.
After writing a few sentences, she turned the paper in one direction and turned to Leng Zimo inside.
Leng Zimo saw her intention and looked at the paper carefully. He saw it said, "Zimo, don't sleep. I'm waiting here. You can't sleep!"
Facing Luo Xiaoqian who was looking at her intently outside the window, Leng Zimo nodded lightly.
Taking the paper, Luo Xiaoqian turned to the next page and started writing again, "I wrote a new song these days, but you haven't heard it yet. Now, I'll write it to you!"
Leng Zimo read the handwriting and nodded again.
Because of communicating with her, his spirit was lifted again.
The heartbeat and blood pressure data on the monitor have rebounded a little bit. Although it's not much, compared to the decrease, this is definitely good news.
Shen Yizhou glanced at the monitor and stretched out his thumb to Luo Xiaoqian, indicating for her to continue.
Luo Xiaoqian turned to the next page, drew a staff, and drew tadpoles one by one on it. She didn't write very fast, because this song was completely made up by her. In order to make him more energetic, she used
It has a cheerful beat and a very funny tune.
After writing a line of notes, she added, "Sing it to me!"
Leng Zimo looked at the notes on it carefully, and then sang the melody. After singing one sentence, he laughed.
There is no other reason than that the song she wrote is so funny.
"How dare you make fun of me?!" Luo Xiaoqian wrote, "The fun stuff is yet to come!"
She continued to draw the score, and then randomly drew random notes on it, not just to make it sound good, but just to cheer him up.
Those weird notes formed a strange tune. Leng Zimo just chuckled uncontrollably while humming. Because he was a little excited, his blood pressure and heartbeat were gradually rising back to normal levels.
On the side, Jiao Yang looked at the paper in her hand, turned around and walked over, quickly rummaged for more paper and brought it over.
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On the highway.
Leng Zirui walked through the congested intersection, jumped directly onto the driveway, and jumped into a convertible. "I will commandeer your car now and take it to the Military General Hospital in front of you immediately. Otherwise, I will throw you down!"
"So, is it okay to speed as much as you want?!" the driver asked with a smile, the clear voice was a pleasant female voice.
