No, Leng Zimo, you can't sleep!

If you fall asleep, you may never wake up again, Leng Zimo!

Look out the window at the woman, she's still waiting there, look at her, look at her......

Leng Zimo looked at Luo Xiaoqian outside the window, gritted his teeth and opened his eyes again.

Luo Xiaoqian noticed his movements, and his eyes were obviously a little tired and sluggish compared to just now.

"Zimo, don't sleep, Zimo, you must hold on!" She anxiously patted the window in front of her and called his name, "Zimo ......"

"He can't hear you!" Jiao Yang reminded softly on the side.

"Wait a minute, Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian turned her face, quickly glanced around, turned around and rushed to the table, opened the drawer and looked for it.

"What are you looking for?!" Jiao Yang walked over suspiciously.

"Pen, give me pen and paper......"

Luo Xiaoqian quickly pulled the drawer on the table, Jiao Yang didn't know what she was going to do, but he still helped her find it, and finally found a thick oil-based pen in a drawer.

Taking the pen handed over by Jiao Yang and grabbing a pile of medical record paper on the table, Luo Xiaoqian returned to the glass, shook the paper and pen in her hand towards Leng Zimo inside, and then quickly wrote.

After writing a few sentences, she turned the paper in one direction, turning to Leng Zimo inside.

Leng Zimo saw her intentions, looked at the paper carefully, and saw that it was written, "Zimo, don't sleep, I'm waiting here, you can't sleep!" ”

Facing Luo Xiaoqian, who was looking at her intently outside the window, Leng Zimo nodded lightly.

After taking the paper, Luo Xiaoqian turned to the next page and wrote again, "I wrote a new song these days, and you haven't heard it yet, now, I'll write it to you!" ”

Leng Zimo looked at the handwriting and nodded again.

Because of the communication with her, his spirits were lifted again.

The heartbeat and blood pressure data on the monitor have gone up a little bit, which is not much, but it is definitely good news compared to the drop.

Shen Yizhou glanced at the monitor, stretched out his thumb to Luo Xiaoqian, and motioned for her to continue.

Luo Xiaoqian turned to the next page and drew a stave, on which she drew a small tadpole, she didn't write it quickly, because the song was completely made up by her, and in order to make him feel better, she used a cheerful beat, a very funny tune.

After writing a line of notes, she added the following line, "Sing it to me!" ”

Leng Zimo looked at the notes on it carefully, and then sang the melody, and after singing a sentence, he laughed.

For no other reason, she wrote this song so funny.

"You dare to make fun of me?!" Luo Xiaoqian wrote, "The good ones are still to come! ”

She continued to draw the score, and then randomly drew the wrong notes on it, not to sound good, but to keep him in good spirits.

Those weird notes, forming a strange tune, Leng Zimo just chuckled uncontrollably while humming, because his spirit was slightly excited, his blood pressure and heartbeat were gradually rising towards normal levels.

On the side, Jiao Yang looked at the paper in her hand, turned around and walked over, and quickly rummaged through more papers and brought them over.

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on the highway.

Leng Zirui crossed the congested intersection, jumped directly into the traffic lane, and jumped into a convertible, "I will requisition your car now and send me to the military general hospital in front immediately, otherwise, I will throw you down!" ”

"So, can you just go over the speed limit?!" The driver asked with a smile, but the bright voice was a pleasant female voice.

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