After Shi Mianmian went to call the doctor's grandfather, he stopped the bleeding and applied medicine again.

This old doctor's eyes are not good, but the medical ethics are very high, no need to look at people, only touch the patient's hand can also accurately prick the needle, every time the old doctor is called to come up to help with the injection in the past two days, he is asked to ask the nurse in the clinic to help prepare the medicine in the hanging bottle in advance, which also saves a lot of trouble.

It was getting dark, Shi Su took Shi Mianmian into the bathroom to take a shower, and then took her back to the next room to fall asleep, and then walked out with her still a little sore shoulder.

The man who had occupied her bed was still asleep, and she only glanced at it, then turned and went back into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, Shi Su came out in comfortable white pajamas, wiping his long wet hair as he walked out.

The woman with the scent of shower gel sat on the indoor sofa not far away, and after she sat down, the man on the bed opened his eyes.

"For the sake of a strange man who is not related to him, and I am about to sleep on the couch for the fourth night, I must have my brain in water." The woman put the towel aside, picked up the moisturizer and slapped it casually on her face.

But she doesn't believe anything, and if she says that she has amnesia, she has amnesia, and she has to find a chance to explore him.

The seriously injured man was lying on the bed, with a tall posture that could not be covered by a thin quilt, and his face was handsome.

Hearing this, Jing Jihan didn't speak, just turned his eyes and glanced in the direction of Shi Su.

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Two days later, the man in bed finally woke up "again".

"Awake?" Shi Su raised an eyebrow at him.

Before Jing Jihan could speak, she directly threw a thick dictionary over.

The dictionary was smashing into the wound on his chest, he snorted in pain, and then turned his eyes to look at her again, his voice low and slightly painful: "Do you think I'm not dead yet?" It's better to smash it down like this, and it's better to stab me to death directly. ”

Shi Su glanced at the man's face, which made people can't help but look sideways: "Isn't it amnesia?" Anyway, you've been lying in my bed for so many days, I can't always call you awkwardly, you can name yourself, amnesia is amnesia, you should still be able to read, right? ”

Jing Jihan supported his body with one hand and reluctantly sat up, but because he had slept for so many days, he leaned on the head of the bed with some difficulty, and looked at her again: "Can I eat first?" ”

Shi Su marveled at the man's calmness and cheekiness: "Are you embarrassed to ask me for something to eat?" ”

Jing Jihan's expression was calm and natural: "How many days do you think a normal person can survive with so many injections of glucose?" ”

Shi Su saw that he had already picked up the thick dictionary, so he said: "I happen to have white rice porridge boiling in the kitchen, I'll go and bring you a bowl, this dictionary is borrowed from my neighbor's aunt's youngest son who is going to school, don't break it!" ”

"Okay."

Shi Su turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Jing Jihan glanced at the things in his hand, opened the two pages casually, and heard the sound from the kitchen, and the fragrance of white porridge faintly wafting in the air.

A few minutes later, Shi Su walked back with porridge, put it on the bedside cabinet, and looked at him with a blink of an eye: "Have you chosen a name?" I don't have to be too careful, just a name that I can call. ”

Jing Jihan looked at the woman: "It's chosen." ”

Shi Su hesitated to pick up the dictionary next to the bed, and saw that the man actually took the pen and paper she put on the bedside table at some point, and when he opened the dictionary, he saw the paper sandwiched inside, with two beautiful words on it.