After witnessing Xia Ran's superpower, Gu Zhuo kept her in his team. But that night, he still let Xia Ran and Jia Sheng live together.
It's not because she is afraid of Xia Ran. She is a little girl. Even if she has a personality disorder, she doesn't know what she is thinking about. But in the face of the absolute power gap, it is impossible for her to hurt Gu Zhuo.
Just because he had to take care of Chaoying in the operating room all the time, Gu Zhuo really didn't have time to take care of Xia Ran, so it was better to leave Xia Ran to Jia Sheng to take care of him.
At night, Xia Ran lay on the single bed where Jia Sheng originally slept, and Jia Sheng made a bunk on the ground.
Just when everything fell into silence, all you could hear was the sound of wind outside and the sound of blowing on the helicopter shell. In this silence, Xia Ran suddenly asked:
"Jia Sheng, are you asleep?"
Soon, Jia Sheng answered her:
"No. What?"
"It's nothing, I just want to ask if you have slept."
"What's wrong? A cold and heartless little girl like you, shouldn't you be afraid of the dark night?"
Jia Sheng's tone sounded a little joking.
"...
"Of course not. I'm just too bored and can't sleep. Do you still remember that you didn't tell me a story last time? Why don't you tell it to me now?"
Hearing this, Jia Sheng pretended to be stupid:
"What story? I don't remember any story. It's this time and I'm sleepy too. I'm going to sleep."
"If you say it, I won't laugh at you or scold you. I don't have any emotions. I just like to listen to stories."
Even if Xia Ran said this, Jia Sheng still didn't intend to tell her. He turned over, turned his back to the single bed, closed his eyes, didn't reply, and planned to sleep.
While his back was turned to Xia Ran, Xia Ran glanced at his back in the darkness.
Seeing him pretending to be dumbfounded, Xia Ran sighed softly.
Sure enough, after the true identity was exposed, some things were difficult to handle. If it was still the same as before, if she acted coquettishly and pretended to be pitiful, maybe Jia Sheng would have told her everything.
But now, it's obvious that he is wary of himself.
No wonder Jia Sheng was wary. In fact, Xia Ran did have other thoughts.
She wanted to use Jia Sheng's past stories to judge whether this person was someone she could rely on. But now that Jia Sheng was unwilling to tell her, she couldn't judge, so she had to give up.
I touched the cut on my forehead. It was still aching, and I didn't know when it would get better.
Seeing that she really couldn't get any information from Jia Sheng, she closed her eyes and planned to fall asleep.
...
At the Doomsday Fortress, Gu Zhuo took Chaoying's temperature again. The temperature result this time was much better, and Chaoying's body temperature had returned to normal.
Putting away the towels and the like, Gu Zhuo found that even though his body temperature had returned to normal, Chaoying still had a painful expression on his face.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Gu Zhuo asked to himself.
He pressed his face to Chao Ying's face with some worry. He felt empty in his heart. Seeing Chao Ying like this in a coma, he felt so uncomfortable that he wished he could go back to Qidong and beat Fang Yuqing to death.
A meal.
But it is impossible to return to Qidong after all. All Gu Zhuo can do now is to stay by Chaoying's side and talk to her.
If Chaoying just couldn't wake up, but could still hear his voice, he might be able to help her in her dream.
Of course, this is more of a psychological comfort that Gu Zhuo gave himself.
"You know, Chaoying, Xia Ran is not an ordinary little girl at all..."
Gu Zhuo sat next to Chaoying, took her right hand in his own, held it gently, and told her what happened today.
He told Xia Ran's superpowers and Xia Ran's personality disorder in detail, detailing everything for fear of missing any details.
When Gu Zhuo was about to finish telling what happened today, he suddenly felt that the hand he was holding on Chao Ying seemed to move slightly.
He was startled, thinking it was his illusion, and hurriedly let go of Chao Ying's hand a little, and looked down.
I saw that white and slender hand, motionless at this moment, as if nothing had happened.
"It's an illusion..."
Gu Zhuo murmured.
However, as soon as he finished saying this, Chaoying's right hand suddenly moved again, this time his little finger raised slightly.
Seeing this, Gu Zhuo quickly asked:
"Chaoying, Chaoying, are you awake? Can you hear me?"
Chaoying remained motionless, like an exquisite doll, just lying there quietly.
How could Gu Zhuo give up? He continued to ask:
"If you can hear me, just move your little finger again to let me know you can hear me, okay?"
I thought I would get a response, but to Gu Zhuo's disappointment, Chaoying's right hand lost any movement again. It was as if what had just happened was just a meaningless muscle spasm.
"It seems that I'm too nervous. I'd better wait for you to wake up slowly. When you wake up, everything will be fine. I can wait because I know you will wake up, and you will definitely..."
As Gu Zhuo spoke, he felt his throat was extremely dry. He let go of Chao Ying's right hand and wanted to get a glass of water.
He turned around, went to the table to get a water glass, filled himself a glass, and drank it all in one go, then turned back to look at Chaoying.
However, the scene in front of him made him so surprised that he stood there and even forgot to put down the water glass.
I saw Chaoying still lying on the bed, eyes closed, looking in pain.
But at this moment, she held her right hand high, which Gu Zhuo had just put down. She made a fist with her right hand and pointed it upward, with only one index finger stretched out, slowly drawing something in mid-air.
Gu Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds, and his first reaction was that Chaoying might have encountered something in his dream and wanted to convey a message to him. Her index finger was tracing Chinese characters in the air.
He hurriedly found a piece of paper and pen around him, and copied Chaoying's movements on the paper stroke by stroke.
However, the strange thing is that as he copied stroke by stroke, Gu Zhuo gradually discovered that what Chaoying was drawing in mid-air was not a Chinese character or an alphabet at all.
It was a string of numbers and a string of symbols that Gu Zhuo had never seen before.
Moreover, as Gu Zhuo copied, Chao Ying's index finger waved faster and faster in mid-air, until finally, Gu Zhuo could no longer keep up with her speed.
Sighing, Gu Zhuo put down his pen and looked at what he had just recorded on the paper.
He was surprised to find that what he had just recorded was a bunch of strange formulas that he had never seen before!