The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, Wen Cheng woke up.

She was woken up by pain, the effect of the anesthetic had passed, the knife wound on her back was burning and burning, and her waist and abdomen were also swollen and painful.

She gasped with great difficulty, moved her fingers, and gradually regained consciousness, and the sound of a tick came from a vital signs monitoring device.

As soon as she made a move, the person who was next to her bed woke up.

In the eye, it is a slightly haggard but handsome cheek, Lei Ruixiu.

He kept watch over her all night, and there were a few used cotton swabs and drinking glasses on the bedside table, which were used to moisten her lips.

Wen Cheng bumped into his bloodshot pupils, and inadvertently flashed, the corners of his lips squirmed twice, but he couldn't speak because of the burning pain in his throat.

Lei Ruixiu was still wearing yesterday's trousers and shirt, with three buttons on the neckline, and his sleeves rolled up in the crook of his arm, seeing Wen Cheng open his eyes weakly, he bowed forward and whispered in her ear, "Is the wound painful?"

His breath spilled on Wen Cheng's neck, making her move weakly, unable to make a sound, only frowning and blinking.

It hurts.

It should be that she got up and kicked Wen Zhiyuan last night, causing the wound on her back to collapse, and she has no memory of what happened later.

Lei Ruixiu stretched out his dry palm and probed it in front of her forehead, and then took out a straw from the bedside table and put it in the water cup, "Drink saliva first, I'll ask the nurse to add a painkiller pump for you." ”

Wen Cheng slowly lowered his eyelids, gently bit the straw, and took a small sip, leaving him with little strength.

"Do you still drink it?" Lei Ruixiu held up the thermos cup, the temperature was just right.

Wen Cheng shook his head, but his eyes were full of exhaustion.

She still wanted to sleep, but her body hurt so much.

Lei Ruixiu put down the water glass, touched her cheek, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "Lie down for a while, I'll go and come back." ”

He got up and strode out of the room, Wen Cheng on the bed blushing slightly.

She was tired and in pain, and couldn't speak, otherwise she would have asked him, who had promised to be the young grandmother of his Nanhai Lei family?

This man, last night's words, were too domineering and too ...... Hoodwink the public.

In less than half an hour, people from several other wards rushed over.

Yan Shiqi bore the brunt of the attack, and when she entered the door, she rushed to Wen Cheng's face, pressed the corners of her mouth with red eyes, and choked for a few seconds before she spoke: "Sister......"

After saying that, she twisted her cheeks and rubbed her eyes.

Wen Cheng still had an instrument clip on his index finger, and when he saw that Yan Shiqi was going to cry or not, he said weakly, "Don't cry, I'm ...... It's okay!"

Yan Shiqi nodded, but her nose was sour but sour, so she kept rubbing her eyes.

At this time, the door of the ward was slammed open, and because of the loss of force control, the doorknob hit the wall directly, shaking people's eardrums.

Wen Cheng stared at the center of his eyebrows, and followed the sound slowly, and his sight was Leng Yiyan, who was still young and handsome in a pleated tuxedo.

Her gaze met from the air, one calm, the other fluttering.

However, after a while, the corners of Wen Cheng's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and he said a long-lost title, "Yan Zi......"

Leng Yiyan's Adam's apple kept rolling, and he stood at the door, standing as far as her line of sight could see, listening to the call that had been familiar to her bones since she was young, but her heart was full of soreness.

He was breathing rapidly, and finally met her eyes, excited, unbearable, forbearing, and many emotions fermenting.

A little uncontrollable, and in the next second, Leng Yiyan turned around and escaped from the ward, he stood in the corridor and smashed the wall with a punch, and then covered his eyes with one hand, and a few tears slipped down from his fingers.

Orange Orange, wake up.

Called his name.

I didn't want her to see her lose her temper, but after all, she couldn't help crying......