"Sister Li?! Sister Li?! ”

"Sister Li, you've finally woken up! It scares the hell out of me! ”

Ling Wuyi had just woken up when she heard a voice screaming eagerly.

I opened my eyes with some difficulty, and I saw a young man who looked quite young.

He was about twenty-three or fourteen years old, wearing a pink suit and white-rimmed glasses.

Ling Wuyi frowned and looked around, there was a lot of noise around her, people coming and going, and cries and cries of pain.

Many hospital beds were separated by white curtains, and Ling Wuyi was lying in one of them.

Here, it should be the emergency room.

Ling Wuyi raised her hand and wanted to touch her somewhat sore forehead, but the young man next to her hurriedly stopped: "Sister Li, don't touch it, the doctor just bandaged your head!" ”

Bandaging?! So her forehead is broken?!

Broken forehead = broken phase! Broken phase = disfigurement?!

Ling Wuyi wanted to take a mirror to see her face now, but it didn't seem to be quite suitable.

"I ...... What's wrong with me? Ling Wuyi asked a little puzzled.

The young man on the side didn't think there was anything wrong with Ling Wuyi asking this, and waved his hand and said, "Car accident!" Sister Li, you encountered a rear-end collision while driving, don't you remember? ”

Of course she doesn't remember! I haven't even received the plot and memories yet!

"Am I badly hurt?" Ling Wuyi asked, she couldn't move her head now, it hurt when she moved, and the rest of her body seemed to be unconscious.

"Alley?"

The young man opened his mouth and was just about to speak, when a gentle and eager male voice came from behind him.

The young man immediately turned around and waved his hand at the visitor: "Brother Zhicheng, Sister Li is here!" ”

Then Ling Wuyi saw a male doctor in a white coat and silver-rimmed glasses walking over.

The male doctor is not particularly handsome, but he has a very good temperament, and his whole body is full of bookish anger, warm as jade.

This man was the one Ling Wuyi had ever seen, and the overall feeling was not the most outstanding.

But when this man came into view, Ling Wuyi's heart suddenly swelled with a throbbing.

This feeling comes from the parasite itself, and Ling Wuyi is no stranger to this feeling.

The man in front of him is the person the parasite likes!

This kind of liking is still very deep, so deep that even if she leaves, her body still has this reaction.

Song Zhicheng walked to the side of the bed and looked at Ling Wuyi with concern: "Ah Li, how are you?" Does it hurt? Sorry, I had a surgery just now, so I'm only here now. ”

Ling Wuyi didn't know the character of the parasitic, nor did she know what kind of appearance the parasitic was in the face of this man she liked.

So in the face of Song Zhicheng's concerned greetings and apologies, Ling Wuyi only said one sentence: "I'm a little dizzy, I want to sleep first." ”

Song Zhicheng nodded: "Okay, you sleep for a while, and I'll arrange a ward for you." ”

Ling Wuyi snorted, closed her eyes and began to receive the plot and memories.

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When Ling Wuyi woke up again, it was already dark outside.

Unlike the noise she woke up for the first time, she was in a single room.

The light white light is not dazzling, perhaps because the patient does not want to feel cold and rigid, and the ward is not dominated by white, but by light blue and light pink.

At this time, there was no one else in the ward except Ling Wuyi herself.

At this time, it seems extraordinarily quiet.

Ling Wuyi slowly and lightly turned her head to look out of the window, and the night breeze blew in through the half-open window, which was a little cool.

The door opened at the right time, Ling Wuyi turned her head to look, and it was Song Zhicheng in a white coat who came in.

Ling Wuyi instantly adjusted her facial expression, and she called Song Zhicheng: "Zhicheng." ”

"You woke up just in time, my mother made you chicken soup, and I just went back to get it for you."

Song Zhicheng held a thermos box and a cloth bag with cutlery in his hand, and with a smile on his lips, he walked to Ling Wuyi's bedside.

Ling Wuyi didn't speak, just looked at him.

Song Zhicheng seemed to be used to this mode of getting along, so he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

He opened the insulated box, poured half a bowl of soup into the bowl, and filled it with some chicken.

Shake Ling Wuyi's bed higher so she can sit up.

Only then did Ling Wuyi see that her legs were hung up in a plaster cast.

It seems that the parasite is seriously injured......

It's also like that, it's so dead, of course it's quite heavy.

However, when did she come over, was it the time of the car accident? But she doesn't feel it because of Mao?

Song Zhicheng didn't know what Ling Wuyi was thinking at this time, he sat down on the edge of the bed with a bowl, picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup.

He gently blew the soup in the spoon to cool down a little before handing it to Ling Wuyi's mouth.

Ling Wuyi tilted her head a little unnaturally, raised her hand and said, "I'll just come by myself." ”

Song Zhicheng avoided Ling Wuyi's hand, and kept a straight face, like an elder: "No, you are injured!" ”

Ling Wuyi didn't think too much, and blurted out directly: "Are you like this to every one of your patients?" ”

After saying that, Ling Wuyi regretted it, this is completely inconsistent with the character of the parasite!

What the hell is this sour tone?! It's actually swayed by the parasite's liking.,What kind of Cheng dù does this have to like?!

Song Zhicheng was stunned, and then smiled: "How can other patients compare with Ali!" ”

Ling Wuyi tugged at the corners of her mouth and didn't speak.

Song Zhicheng didn't care about this little episode, and handed the spoon to Ling Wuyi's mouth again.

Although it was still very awkward, Ling Wuyi obediently opened her mouth and drank the chicken soup.

After drinking the chicken soup, Song Zhicheng also wiped the corners of Ling Wuyi's mouth very intimately.

When the warm fingertips touched the corners of Ling Wuyi's mouth, Ling Wuyi suddenly looked at Song Zhicheng with wide eyes.

Song Zhicheng is still Song Zhicheng, and the corners of his mouth always raise an arc.

Unlike Jian Mo's gentle appearance, Song Zhicheng is a gentle man from the inside out.

His temperament is so warm that people can't find good adjectives to describe him.

It is precisely because of his temperament that even if his facial features are not exquisite, he is extraordinarily attractive.

Being stared at by Ling Wuyi with a very frightened look, Song Zhicheng was a little confused.

"Huh? What happened to Alley? Is there something uncomfortable? As he spoke, Song Zhicheng touched the corner of Ling Wuyi's left forehead.

Ling Wuyi's eyes flashed, and she no longer looked at Song Zhicheng: "Oh, I'm fine, it's just ...... When you see Zhicheng, you have changed your glasses. ”

Song Zhicheng raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled: "Yes, my mother said that the previous pair of glasses had been worn for too long, so she gave me a new pair without authorization." ”

"However, I didn't notice the difference between the two pairs of glasses, and Ah Li actually saw it, and he really deserved to be the chief jewelry designer!"