Because of Wen Su and Su Qihua's departure, there was almost no sound in the entire room.

This time, Song Xingchen no longer cared about anything as before, he was very flustered in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it in words, so he had to look at the doctor who was preparing to remove the gauze with a pair of eyes.

The expression on the doctor's face was also a little stunned, as if he didn't expect Song Xingchen, who had never spoken, to have such an attitude.

I thought that this guy didn't care about anything, and it seemed that he was also a flustered young man, because Song Xingchen's current reaction The doctor's impression of Song Xingchen has changed a lot.

Originally, he was going to comfort Song Xingchen's mood, but before he could say the comforting words, Song Xingchen had already spoken by himself.

The curtains were open and the windows were not closed, and a few wisps of fresh wind would blow slowly, making people's hearts itch but very comfortable.

Song Xingchen's heart became more irritable.

He doesn't know what his future holds? Whether it is lucky or unlucky, dark or light, it is unknown and can only wait for the gauze to be unpacked.

Song Xingchen breathed hard, and between his noses, the fragrance of flowers wafting from the window was thick and shallow, which made people feel happy.

Shaking his hair a little irritably, Song Xingchen opened his mouth a little puzzled, hoping that his body would get better soon, and that he wouldn't have to stay like this all the time.

Every dark night, she didn't know how she survived, as if he was the only one left in the world.

That kind of loneliness is difficult to describe in words, no matter how good it is, it is useless to pleading.

She frowned slightly, as if the whole world was following him, falling in love, losing its bright colors, and still an old black and white photo.

"Me, can the wound on my face be healed?" Song Xingchen thought about it for a while, and finally didn't want to go around in circles, so he directly asked what he thought in his heart, in his opinion, this is the least wasteful of effort.

In fact, he also knew the answer in his heart, after all, he was hurt so badly these days, and he also understood the burning pain on his face, and now he was just doing the last struggle, a dying struggle.

The burning pain on his face felt so clear, as if he had been burned by fire, oppressing Song Xingchen's actions, suing him for what little life he had left.

No, his life was indeed saved, but there was no chance to do anything else.

This made Song Xingchen himself feel particularly painful.

Indeed, he can open his eyes and eat, but he doesn't even have the strength to move, so he can only lie on the bed alone, staring blankly at the scene outside, like a paralyzed person It is very difficult to move.

Such days were so long that Song Xingchen almost lost all hope, and could only yearn for the day when he could recover.

As long as you can recover, then the effort is worth it.

The doctor was also slightly stunned when he heard Song Xingchen's words, he made a lot of assumptions, thinking that Song Xingchen would ask about his physical condition, and he could change it at any time, but he didn't expect it to be such a question.

Could it be that the wound on the face is more important than the pain in other parts?

The doctor has never been in love, so he doesn't understand these at all, let alone understand the slightest thought in Song Xingchen's heart at this time, he just thinks it's a little funny.

After all, as a patient, isn't the primary concern about your own physical safety? How can you pay attention to such a thing as appearance, and it's not good to look good to save your life, it's too fake!

However, Song Xingchen's thoughts in his heart are only known to him, and he understands why he pays so much attention to his appearance? It's because of that person that he is afraid that he is really not there, and he is qualified to stand by his side.

Although it is difficult for him to even stand up now, he can only lie half-dead on the bed, wasting every minute and every second.

Song Xingchen was also there when he was sent to the hospital that day, and naturally he saw his injuries clearly, he knew very well how strict the wounds on Song Xingchen's face were, and naturally understood that it could not heal quickly, or even never heal.

The doctor who only met his eyes became hesitant, and in the end he could only sigh lightly, and then slowly spoke, "Let's take a look at the situation first, if it is good, it is not impossible." Obviously, this sentence is just to be able to calm Song Xingchen's mood, so that it doesn't make the family too nervous.

After all, everyone knows what the wound is, and this can only be said and heard, but not all taken seriously.

Song Xingchen's eyes became open at that moment, he only needed to look sideways slightly, and he could see the bustling city outside, and all kinds of other things made people look comfortable.

But this did not make Song Xingchen feel happy.

After looking at it for about a few minutes, Song Xingchen's gaze shifted back from there and fell directly on the doctor's face, as if he was waiting for an answer.

So it is impossible for Song Xingchen not to know about his own situation, and the reason why he is still asking about this life is just a little fantasy, but he doesn't want to listen to Liangzi's comforting words, he wants the truth and a complete truth.

What's the use of comfort, it just sounds more comfortable, and what should happen is still inevitable to happen.

The doctor gradually understood that no matter how much he tried to comfort him, it was useless, so he finally shook his head and told the truth, "It's not very likely." ”

The disguised relaxed tone became even more awkward here, as if it were intentional.

Song Xingchen was slightly stunned, and then gradually understood that the doctor was answering his question, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while.

I'm happy that I finally have some understanding of my situation, instead of being coaxed all the time, and it's sad that it seems that his current situation is really bad, and I don't know what to do.

In the end, Song Xingchen still didn't continue to ask, that is, knowing so much was enough, but it would affect his mood, make him even more uneasy, and it was even likely to affect the effect of treatment.

At this point, Song Xingchen is still very sensible, and understands that his mood is still very important, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he retracted his gloomy eyes, and regained that indifferent appearance, as if he hadn't heard anything just now.

After all, the conclusion has not yet come out, there is no reason to scare yourself, and once again in the small ward, there is silence without the slightest sound.

Even the doctor didn't know what to do, and hesitated for a while before getting down to business.

(To be continued.) )