Chapter 193 193 Two people who are not worried about it, just let you live together
Because of Qiu Qingxuan's help, the ambulance came soon-
Wen Qing said that she refused to leave, grabbed He Yiming's hand, and followed him into the ambulance.
Wen Junyan, who rushed over after hearing the news, took the initiative to stay and deal with the things at the scene, so he didn't notice that Zhai Bin drove the car and followed the ambulance.
In the hospital, Wen Qing waited outside the operating room with an ugly face, her tightly clenched hands on her legs, and her shoulders kept shaking.
She's scared.
In the ambulance just now, she heard the doctor say that He Yiming's ribs were fractured, and the bones were inserted into his lungs, which led him to lack oxygen, and if he was not sent to the hospital as soon as possible, I am afraid that he would ...... Die.
In addition, he also fractured the lower leg bone of his left leg, although it was less serious than the injury to his lungs, but his pale face due to excessive blood loss could not be dissipated in front of her eyes.
Obviously, she prayed silently in her heart many times, but she still couldn't help but be nervous, couldn't help but be afraid, afraid that he would die like this.
Involuntarily, she thought of what he had done in the stadium before, and then thought of the scene when he pushed himself away to keep herself from getting hurt.
Wen Qing trembled even more.
When Zhai Bin hurried over, he saw Wen Qing sitting on the bench, her shoulders shrunk, her whole body trembling, and her lowered head made it impossible to see her expression, but she could clearly see her pale face.
Suddenly, Zhai Bin felt distressed for a while, and his heart ached.
"Wen Qing." Slowly approaching, Zhai Bin took off his coat and draped it on Wen Qing's body.
Feeling a sinking shoulder, Wen Qing pinched the coat on her body, subconsciously raised her head, and when she saw Zhai Bin, she smiled miserably at him.
"I hurt him." She spoke softly, but her face and eyes were full of self-reproach.
If she hadn't run out willfully, he wouldn't have caught up, and nothing like that would have happened after that.
If it weren't for her......
Seeing that the light in her eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the pain in her eyes was getting heavier and heavier, Zhai Bin was very distressed.
He crouched down in front of her, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and shook them slightly.
"Wen Qing, it's none of your business, do you hear?" Zhai Bin was a little annoyed, annoyed that she blamed herself for He Yiming, and was also annoyed that she didn't want to see He Yiming at this time.
Wen Qing slowly raised her head and looked directly into Zhai Bin's eyes, "No, it's me who is bad, if I see that car, he won't be surprised by me." β
"No, if it were me, I would have rushed out to save you at that time, because we don't want you to have anything to do, understand?" Zhai Bin couldn't help but scream loudly, and at this time, he saw the wound under her bangs, and his pupils shrank.
"You're hurt." Zhai Bin's voice became softer, he quickly brushed away her bangs, and saw that the scar on her forehead had scabbed, he couldn't help frowning, "Bumped your head, why didn't you say it?" Where else did it hurt? Get up, and I'll take you to the nurse's station to take care of your wounds. β
As he spoke, he took her arm and stood up, but Wen Qing gasped.
Zhai Bin hurriedly looked at her hands, only to notice that the palms of her hands were bruised, plus she had been clenching her hands just now, and there were visible nail marks on the wounds, and there was blood oozing from the scabbed places, which was a little miserable.
Seeing this scene, Zhai Bin's heart seemed to be poured with oil and lit a fire, but he couldn't make that fire in front of Wen Qing, and his chest hurt.
"Wen Qing, can you be kind to yourself? How far are you going to toss yourself before you stop? Zhai Bin gasped, his eyes red, "Do you know that you look like this, I'm distressed?" β
In the last sentence, he said it very softly, and there was some helplessness in his tone.
Wen Qing was stunned, then pulled her hand out of his hand, "I want to watch him come out." β
Zhai Bin gritted his teeth, and his voice couldn't help but rise, "He operated on it inside, and he couldn't get out for an hour or two, you go with me to deal with the wound first." β
Wen Qing shook her head stubbornly, but there was a flower in front of her, and the next moment she closed her eyes and fell into Zhai Bin's arms.
Zhai Bin didn't expect Wen Qing to faint when she said it, looking at her pale face, he was distressed, he didn't want to think about it, he bent down and picked up Wen Qing and walked towards the nurse's station.
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When Wen Qing woke up, her whole body hurt, as if she had fallen apart. Especially the palms of her hands, as soon as she moved on the bed, her palms hurt deeply.
"Sister, you're awake." Wen Junyan saw that Wen Qing opened her eyes and immediately walked to the bed.
Wen Qing nodded, pursed her lips, looked anxious, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "How is he?" β
"He's fine." Zhai Bin walked over with a glass of warm water, his face was still a little ugly, and his tone was not very good, "Do you know, because you refused to deal with your wound first, and now that the wound is inflamed and you have a fever, you are still in the mood to care about other people." β
Zhai Bin's words were sour and rushing, Wen Junyan glanced at him, and became more and more dissatisfied with Zhai Bin in his heart.
"His surgery was successful, so just take care of it." Wen Junyan ignored Zhai Bin, and after approaching Wen Qing, he pulled the quilt, "You have a good rest first, take care of yourself, and then I'll take you to see him." β
Wen Qing took Wen Junyan's hand and tugged it gently, "Take me to see him." β
The high fever made her a little dehydrated, and her voice was hoarse.
Zhai Bin was unhappy that Wen Qing was going to find He Yiming as soon as she woke up, but she still felt sorry for her body, and was about to feed Wen Qing water with her own hands, but the cup in her hand had been taken away by Wen Junyan.
"Drink some water to moisten your throat first, and I'll take you to see him later." Wen Junyan had a tone that took Wen Qing in a non-recalcible, and after feeding her water, he smiled faintly, "He woke up earlier than you, and asked about your situation as soon as he woke up, which is the same for the two of you." β
"If he hadn't been able to move with a bandage all over his body, he would have run over a long time ago." Putting down the water glass, Wen Junyan helped Wen Qing up, and then put his coat on Wen Qing's body.
"I'll carry you over." After speaking, Wen Junyan directly picked up Wen Qing, he weighed it twice, and sighed helplessly, "When I first came back, there was still a little point, and it has only been a long time, and people have lost as much weight as before, which is really worrying." β
Being broken by Wen Junyan, Wen Qing was a little uncomfortable, her face turned towards his chest, and her cheeks bulged unconsciously.
Wen Junyan looked amused, and didn't say anything more about her, raised her feet and walked out, with a bit of joke in her tone, "I think, if you two are arranged in a ward, it will save you both from being restless and want to run to each other's side." β
After the cup was taken away, Zhai Bin has been watching from the sidelines, even if Wen Junyan's words made the fire in his heart burn more and more, he still didn't speak.
Until he saw Wen Junyan walking out with Wen Qing in his arms, Zhai Bin couldn't intervene in the whole process, and could only raise his heels, but when he heard Wen Junyan's banter, his face was a lot uglier for a while.
Zhai Bin paused, and said that out of sight is clean, and now he is in the diaphragm Yinghe Yiming deserves to be powerful, so he simply doesn't follow Wen Junyan.
Out of the ward, Zhai Bin turned around, changed directions, and left in a hurry.
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He Yiming woke up not long after the operation, and after waking up and asking about Wen Qing's condition, his heart was in his throat.
It wasn't until Wen Junyan ran over and told him about Wen Qing's injuries and Wen Qing's appearance after he fainted, that He Yiming felt less worried.
But when he thought of Wen Qing's tearful little face before he fainted, his heart throbbed.
How long has it been since I saw her tears?
Still the same as before, as soon as he saw her crying, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
It's just that as he found out how much he had feelings for her, his sad Cheng DΓΉ also became a little deeper.
Thinking back to what happened in the stadium, thinking of what he had asked her, coupled with her persistent attitude of refusing to leave him, He Yiming thought a lot.
He now has a leg injury and cannot walk, so he can only sit up on the hospital bed.
Thinking about it, He Yiming was still relieved Wen Qing, and when he was hesitating whether to ask the nurse for a wheelchair, the door of the ward was suddenly kicked open.
"What are you up for?" The person who came in was Wen Junyan, who was hugging Wen Qing, and when he saw He Yiming sitting on the bed with a hesitant look, he guessed his thoughts.
"I really convinced the two of you, and none of them were born." Wen Junyan sighed heavily, and deliberately put Wen Qing on He Yiming's bed, "Oh, I brought the person you want to meet, sister, you also saw it, Brother Yiming is really fine." β
He Yiming and Wen Qing glanced at each other, and the two asked at the same time.
"You...... Are you okay? β
After asking, Wen Qing looked over her head a little awkwardly, and suddenly she felt an extra hand on her forehead.
"I got it?" He Yiming brushed away her bangs and frowned.
Wen Qing was worried that this action would involve his wounds, so she hurriedly pushed his hand.
But when her bandaged hand touched his wrist, he gently grasped her hand with his backhand, his fingertips rubbing lightly against the bandage.
"I'm sorry, I still hurt you." He Yiming lowered his head slightly, and there was a trace of guilt in his eyes.
Wen Qing was slightly stunned, and couldn't say anything for a while, only feeling like a ball of wet cotton was stuffed in her throat. >