Huo Jinbei treated the wound by himself in the dressing room of the hospital, and chatted a few words with his colleagues in the dressing room. When he returned to the ward, Qianxing, who was originally lying on the bed, had disappeared.
The hanging needle that was originally inserted in her hand was hanging empty on the edge of the bed, with only the medicine dripping down the needle.
"Your girlfriend just suddenly pulled out the needle and ran out!" Before he could ask the people around him, someone had already responded to him, "She was in a hurry, and we didn't know what was going on. We couldn't stop her even if we wanted to.
Can't stop it..."
"Yes, yes, she seemed very angry and anxious. We thought she was looking for you..."
"Didn't she find you? Didn't you see her?"
Huo Jinbei slowly shook his head, his eyes fell on the needle again, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
There was still blood on the needle, and the quilt next to it was also stained with fresh blood, which showed that Qianxing was really in a hurry at that time.
But she would never go looking for him.
With her temperament, even if she wanted to find him, she would at most wait for him to come back in a leisurely manner, and would not be in such a hurry.
So what did she do?
Huo Jinbei turned around and walked out of the ward, looked at the corridors at both ends, and quickly noticed the drops of blood on the ground.
Not far ahead, the cleaning lady was mopping the floor.
Huo Jinbei stepped forward quickly and asked the direction of the blood stains on the ground.
The aunt pointed to the stairwell and said, "I dragged it here from the stairwell. I don't know if there is any downstairs. Anyway, I will clean this floor first."
After hearing this, Huo Jinbei turned around and walked towards the stairwell.
Pushing open the door to the stairwell, it was very quiet in the corridor. After all, most people were going up and down the elevator, and few people would take the stairs.
This was the eighth floor. Huo Jinbei walked down the stairs several floors, and sure enough he saw blood dripping on the ground along the way.
When he went down to the third floor, Huo Jinbei finally saw Qianxing.
Wearing only her pajamas, she was sitting on the steps of the stairs. The stairwell was quiet and empty, and her motionless figure sitting there looked particularly cold and lonely.
Huo Jinbei took off his coat as he walked down.
Walking to Qianxing, he put his coat on her body, then picked up her hand with the infusion needle and looked at it.
Her hands were cold, and the originally bleeding wound gradually froze due to the low temperature, and stopped bleeding.
But even so, there was still a large amount of blood dripping from her feet.
Huo Jinbei put her cold hand into his palm, and then asked in a low voice: "What happened?"
Qianxing sat motionless and didn't look at him.
She just kept staring at the ground somewhere, her eyes a little blurry, a little gloomy, and a little...desperate.
None of them are good emotions.
But Huo Jinbei had no way of knowing where her emotions came from.
He tried to reach out and touch her face, but as soon as his hand touched the skin on her face, Qianxing suddenly avoided it subconsciously, and then looked at him with extremely disgusted and disgusted eyes.
Huo Jinbei's hand suddenly paused in the air.
Qianxing met his eyes, and belatedly realized who was in front of him.
Her eyes changed again and again, and finally returned to their usual indifference.
"It's you..." She opened her mouth and said something almost silently.
Huo Jinbei still heard what she said.
"Otherwise?" he asked, "Who do you think you are?"
Qianxing stared at him for a moment, then suddenly sneered, then broke away from his hand and stood up.
After sitting here for a long time, her whole body was stiff and cold, and her hands and feet were numb. Even though she was wearing a coat with Huo Jinbei's body temperature, it still took her a while to recover.
After calming down, Qianxing turned around and walked upstairs.
Huo Jinbei didn't say anything and just followed her quietly.
When they reached the eighth floor, Qianxing was still unaware. When she was about to continue going up, Huo Jinbei grabbed her and led her out of the stairwell and into the corridor.
Qianxing was stunned by the warmth hitting her face. After being frozen for a moment, she took off the coat she was wearing and gave it back to Huo Jinbei.
Huo Jinbei glanced at her, took back his clothes and put them in his arms, but still held her with his other hand until he took her back to the ward and resettled her on the bed.
Then, Huo Jinbei pressed the pager and called for a nurse to help Qianxing treat the wound, change the needle, and re-infuse the medicine.
Qianxing was very cooperative, silent and well-behaved throughout the process, quietly watching the nurse's every move.
Huo Jinbei was also very quiet. He didn't say anything and just stared at Qianxing the whole time.
When the nurse was about to leave, Qianxing finally said: "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"
Her voice was severely hoarse, and the sounds she made with force were probably so unpleasant that she startled the nurse.
The nurse looked at her, then at Huo Jinbei, and then replied: "Your fever hasn't gone away yet. You just caught a cold again. I don't know if your condition will get worse. Let's keep an eye on it."
"I feel like I'm already healed," Qianxing said.
The nurse was a little busy and didn't want to delay here any longer. After hearing this, she looked at Huo Jinbei and said, "Doctor Huo?"
"Go and do your work." Huo Jinbei replied.
The nurse nodded and walked out with the medicine tray.
Huo Jinbei sat down next to Qianxing's bed again, poured a cup of hot water and handed it to her lips.
Qianxing's lips moved, but she just reached out to take the cup, and then put it on the bedside.
Huo Jinbei then spoke again: "Why are you so anxious to be discharged from the hospital?"
Qianxing sat there for a while and then said again: "Who is a good person who wants to stay in the hospital?"
Huo Jinbei knew that he would not hear what he wanted to hear from her, so he did not force it.
"Then let's wait until you really become a good person." He stretched out his hand to straighten the infusion tube and said slowly, "At least wait until these bottles of medicine are finished."
Qianxing looked up at the bottles of medicine hanging on the infusion pole. Her eyes fell on Huo Jinbei's hand, and then she looked at Huo Jinbei's face.
Huo Jinbei was looking down at the few blood stains on the bed sheet. He didn't seem to want to see such a thing. He took a towel and spread it beside the bed to cover the few blood stains.
When he raised his head, he met Qianxing's gaze.
She rarely looked at him so directly. After all, in the past, whenever their eyes met, she would quickly move away, never wanting to take another look at him.
But at this moment, she did not dodge or hide, but still took the initiative to look at him.
Huo Jinbei didn't feel the slightest bit happy in his heart.
If Qianxing's half-asleep kiss gave him confidence, at this moment, he suddenly felt unsure again.
He felt inexplicably that she would never make him feel better.
Sure enough, the next moment, Qianxing opened her mouth again and said: "When you were not here just now, many young nurses came to see you."