"Did you hear that?" She was still questioning, tears hanging on her pale face, and her voice trembled frighteningly.

"Did you hear that!! She had already pounced uncontrollably, grabbing his collar and shaking in an emotional breakdown, Deputy Secretary Cen and the nurses at the scene were shocked and tried to stop him, but Huo Siran still tilted half of his face and did not respond.

The feeling when he just woke up was so strange, it took him a few minutes to understand that he was not dead, but alive again, and he could see the world of Lu Jiehe.

But in fact, no one knows how he felt when the rocks rolled down after the explosion of the road.

He knew that the path he had chosen was his choice.

also knew that he should have been prepared a long time ago.

But God knows that the huge stone collapsed down and smashed on his back, and his gaze staring at the speeding off-road vehicle was forced to withdraw, and his bones were torn and curled up in pain - at that time, he knew in his heart that Ye Xiao would definitely return to her if he went.

From now on, no matter who she is holding hands with happily or how she spends her life, she will no longer have his share of Huo Siran.

He obviously chose it.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt that it hurt to the core.

It turns out that eternal loneliness is so terrible.

He was more scared than death.

He thought she wouldn't miss it, at least he deserved to die. But he didn't expect it to be like this, she threw herself on him and tore up, crying and hysterical. No matter how stupid and stupid he was, he could feel how heart-rending she felt in the force that almost pierced the ribcage of broken bones.

The unconscious man was unconscious, but he seemed to hear her screams at him during the hours when he was buried under the rubble and was about to breathe his last breath.

Like now, with bitter hatred, but as if to death entangled, shouting his name.

He reached out, the only intact right hand in his body, and grabbed her horribly thin waist, and slammed it tightly into his arms, letting her lie on his stomach.

Pain.

The weight of the collision weighed down on the bones all over his body and broke the severe pain, but the person who was still hovering in his heart and mind on the verge of death finally arrived in his arms, and he didn't want to let go of it anymore, even if she fought, cursed, and reprimanded, but he could finally know a fact-

She had him in her heart.

There must be him in his heart.

The sturdy arm had no strength at the moment, and was trembling violently because of the strained force, and the doctor and everyone were very nervous. But the man who had fallen upon him was buried in his shoulder, neck, and chest, and could clearly hear the vivid heartbeat of "poof, puff" from his chest, which she had not heard when she had just dug him out of the rubble last night, and now it was finally there—proof that he was alive.

Lin Yitong couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his neck, no matter how many people were present, and cried heartbreakingly.

………………

"I hear you." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, the few airs in his chest and lungs, and spoke into her ear.

"I will never die easily in the future."

Because you won't know the way, Tongtong.

How terrible it is to die without you by my side.

………………

Zhuang Jingyan was anxious to make soup at home.

I didn't know how the injury was, what I could eat and what I couldn't eat, so I had to ask the nurses one by one, and then buy materials and go home to make some tonic soup. When I came back by taxi, Kyoto was the same as it was yesterday, the book didn't change much, and some thrilling things only happened to people related to it, but when I passed by the streets and alleys, the neighbors who had not been in contact with her home for a few years would suddenly greet her with a smile, look at the materials she bought and ask, "Is this going to make soup to see a patient?" ”

I have seen that person's military vehicle parked in front of Gu's house a few times, and the neighbors can probably vaguely guess something.

Zhuang Jingyan nodded, the phone rang, and she quickly took out one hand to pick it up. It was Lin Yitong who called.

"Mom, are you home?" Her voice was hoarse.

"It's here," Zhuang Jingyan held her mobile phone between her shoulders and pushed open the door, "Don't worry, there are still a few hours, I will definitely make the soup and send it over before noon......"

"No need, Mom, you can rest first, and then send it over in the evening. His body doesn't know if he can eat normally now. She explained.

"Oh......" Zhuang Jingyan understood, "Okay, you're alone in the hospital, no problem, right?" ”

Last night, she also stayed up almost all night.

"I'm fine."

After a few more words, Lin Yitong hung up the power. Words, holding the mobile phone in one hand and covering his ear, his voice is as low as possible, and the doorknob is held in the other.

Now even make a call. Words, she was reluctant to fight outside the door.

Behind him, all the instruments were working normally, and Huo Siran listened to the doctor's words after a brief awakening, and was forced to continue to fall asleep.

He wouldn't.

I kept holding her and refused to let go, and refused to die, until I saw the broken wounds on her ten fingers, and her body that was too cold when she held her.

There was still a lot of time to exchange emotions, and he had to let her recuperate too, so even if he didn't want to, he slowly let go of his hand.

Knowingly, he didn't ask anything, such as where Ye Xiao was and how his injuries were.

From the moment he saw her consciously, Huo Siran knew that from now on, the affairs between him and her would never have anything to do with anyone as he thought in his self-righteousness.

"Being able to sober up in the end is still related to willpower, which shows that the desire to survive is very strong...... But that doesn't mean you don't need to rest, you'd better have more than five hours of deep sleep to recuperate," said the director, who looked up at Deputy Secretary Cen and them, "Do you all remember what I just said about his condition?" ”

The strange light that flashed in the director's eyes was clear in the eye contact of Deputy Secretary Cen and several others.

But do you want him to sleep now?

"Will you be here?" Huo Siran's intact right hand wrapped around the cold and soft little hand, and asked hoarsely.

She cried so much that her face was stained with tears, and she didn't dare to lift it, so she had to half-crouch over him and nod silently. She won't leave again, not a second.

"Okay." He indifferently agreed. Hold her tight. Just be obedient and rest for five hours.

Halfway through, her emotions slowly calmed down, he was lying on the bed, the body parts of the two people were limited, but even if the Qing Dynasty faded and her emotions were no longer so intense, she was still reluctant to move away. It wasn't until Gu Xuewen came in and told her that Zhuang Jingyan had gone home to make soup, that she slowly got up with difficulty, glanced at Huo Siran who was sleeping, slowly pulled out her hand with great difficulty, and called the door of the ward. Speech.

Then go back to bed.

The big palm was still cold because of the excessive blood loss, and she held it, remembering the heart-rending pain and crying when she had just dug it out, and she couldn't help but hold it tighter, and never let go again.

………………

At night, Deputy Secretary Cen went back to change clothes and wash, and after resting for a while, he pushed off all the committee meetings and drove directly to the hospital.

Huo Siran was almost awake for the second time at that time, and his spirit was much better than the first time, and he was studying with the director of cardiothoracic surgery how to eat would have no effect on the wound, after all, some of the internal bleeding was very serious, and it would be troublesome to rupture blood vessels caused by improper eating.

Lin Yitong is also a doctor, but the surgical knowledge that she uses freely on weekdays seems to be all ineffective here, she can't judge, can't give advice, and can't even decide what to do with professionalism.

On her extremely pale little face, there were two words clearly written, I didn't dare.

There are too many lives for her to treat and save, but only such a person is so important that she can't even believe herself and her rich clinical experience.

The phone vibrates.

"My mom is blocked out of the ICU ward downstairs, I'm going to pick her up." She said angrily.

Huo Siran, who slowly propped up half of her body, was still holding her hand, and after listening to it at the moment, she was finally willing to squeeze it a little harder, and then let go.

She looked a little embarrassed in front of everyone and flashed out of the hospital room.

"My condition—how's it going?" Seeing that she really walked away, Huo Siran's deep and indifferent gaze slowly stopped, and her thin white lips opened lightly and asked.

Deputy Secretary Cen was stunned, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were obviously a little nervous: "What did you say?" It's not just an ordinary gunshot wound, as for bleeding concussion or something, it can be slowly recuperated. ”

"What the hell?" His cold eyes retracted, and his gaze fell on Deputy Secretary Cen.

It was true that he couldn't hear the chief physician's words clearly when he was half-asleep and half-awake, but at least the eardrums had captured those contents, and Director Qin deliberately lowered his voice, and he still knew that there was something like this.

Deputy Secretary Cen pursed his lips when he heard this, and the hand behind his back clenched into a fist, it seemed that it was not easy to hide it from him.

"Does this hand hurt?" Deputy Secretary Cen asked in a dumb voice.

Huo Siran's face turned pale, and his gaze moved to his left arm.