Jiang Yan knew what Shen Yun was going to say. Shen Yun actually felt regretful towards him so quickly. However, he interrupted him.
At this time, Jiang Wei felt strange to himself. Obviously all this started to get closer to Shen Yun, but Shen Yun regretted it. Shouldn't he be happy?
After walking out of the ward, Jiang Wei couldn't find an explanation for his emotional discomfort for the time being.
Shen Yun's expression changed the moment the man left the ward. All he saw in Jiang Yan's eyes was the man on the hospital bed.
He realized that he no longer received Jiang Wei's attention, and he was very angry.
Jiang Wen walked in after a while, and he was even more angry at Shen Jiu's meticulous care.
Jiang Wen's cell phone rang, and he gently put down his hands, which were getting colder from the infusion.
"Check it out for me." Jiang Wei saw that it was the boss calling him and he had to answer it.
Shen Yun behaved obediently and raised his eyes, "Okay, brother, I will tell you as soon as I wake up."
"Yes." Jiang Wei stepped out and closed the door of the ward before answering the phone.
Shen Yun stood up, moved his wrist, and stood quietly beside Shen Ying's hospital bed. After waiting for almost half an hour, he was sure that Jiang Yan would not come back.
"Brother, your hands are so cold, let me warm them for you."
Shen Yun's expression was careless: "But my method is different from Brother Jiang's."
He stretched out his hand towards Shen Jun and pulled out the needle in Shen Jun's hand. Blood immediately splattered on the back of Shen Jun's hand.
"You also know that I have been pampered by my parents since I was a child, and I don't know much about anything. But as for me, I read a lot. Since this needle is the cause of your coldness, let's solve the source. Your hands will naturally no longer feel cold, right?"
Shen Yun waited quietly for a minute, with a pure and innocent smile on his lips, "Brother, you are right if you don't respond to me."
He looked at the blood on the back of Shen Yong's hand with an expressionless face. After it flowed to a certain extent, and after seeing his brother's face getting paler, Shen Yun pressed the button to call the nurse.
"How could this happen?" The nurse suddenly felt distressed. The patient actually lost so much blood.
Sitting on the stool, a person who looked exactly like the patient had slightly red eyes, showing clear sadness, "I just went out for a while, and I saw this scene when I came back. I was so scared that I called you over quickly. "
Shen Yun wiped the non-existent tears at the end of his eyes, "Maybe my brother woke up halfway."
"Are you awake yet?" The nurse frowned, "Then you pull the needle out of your mind."
What Shen Yun said makes sense. For patients who have had a fever for so long and have not subsided, it may be that they fainted due to lack of strength after waking up and pulling out the needle.
The nurse nurse cleaned the back of the drunken hand and took away the patient's blood-stained quilt.
When walking out of the ward with the bloody quilt in her arms, the nurse always felt that something was wrong.
If he woke up and pulled out the needle, why was the quilt neatly arranged and still covering the patient's chest? Even his left hand was still under the quilt at that time.
I pulled out the needle and suddenly passed out again. How could I still be so instinctively afraid of the cold that I put my left hand back under the quilt?
Or is it all related to the harmless little brother sitting on the stool?
The nurse paused and shook her head violently. She had watched too many suspense movies recently, and she actually started analyzing them here.