"Thought I wouldn't wake up?"

"Hmm—" he nodded, trying to avoid her needle, and carefully leaned against her shoulder, feeling her temperature.

"Really, why didn't I know Jiang Yihuai that you loved to cry so much." Si Fang patted him on the head duciously, and comforted him in turn, "Listening to you talk in my ear every day, I'm so impatient that I want to beat you." ”

"Then why didn't you wake up sooner?" There was still a cry in his voice, and he sounded wronged.

Si Feng had never seen him look like this, except for being a little funny, he was more guilty.

She is a person who has walked through the ghost gate, and after experiencing death, she doesn't seem to yearn for death so much.

After swallowing beer and cephalosporin, her stomach felt as if it had been torn apart, and then there was a feeling of soreness and weakness that invaded her whole body, and her brain was muddy, as if her whole body was floating in the sky, and finally she gradually lost consciousness.

Is there any other way in this world that is not painful?

As long as it is about death, it must be painful.

Not only themselves, but also their family and friends, the pain brought to them is far more than the loss of an important person, and there is also a deep sense of self-blame.

These were all things that Si Fang thought of when he gradually lost consciousness.

It's really like what is said in the movie, when people die, everything that is alive is replayed in her mind like a marquee, and she realizes that everything in this world is not as important as a "living" word.

Thankfully, she was able to wake up and open her eyes to look at the people she loved.

"I'm sorry." Si Fang tilted his head against his head and said, "I'm sorry to worry you." ”

The two of them maintained this posture for a long time, so long that all the bits and pieces that Si Fang hung were lost.

When the nurse came in to change the fluid, she saw such a picture, deliberately knocked on the door and coughed twice: "It's a fluid change." ”

Jiang Yihuai reflexively bounced up from Si Fang's body, wiped the tears that had dried on his face with the help of a cover, and looked elsewhere unnaturally.

"Classmate, let me go, you've got me in the way of changing fluids." The nurse looked at him with a smile, then pointed to the hanging bottle he had blocked inside.

"Got it." He pursed his lips, his nose was still red from crying, but he insisted on pretending that he didn't care about anything, and dragged the chair back.

The nurse smiled and joked with Si Fang while changing the fluid: "You can be considered awake, or he cries in front of your hospital bed every day, I suspect that you have some terminal illness." ”

Si Fang glanced at someone who was so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear on the spot, and said in the tone of an old mother: "He is like this, he loves to cry." ”

"Hey!" A certain real-name verified crybaby shouted angrily.

The nurse laughed a few times without saving his face, and then pushed the cart out.

"Okay, okay, everyone is gone." Si Fang patted himself on the shoulder, looked at him and said, "Come on, sister's shoulder will lend you." ”

"I think your illness is completely cured, so good." Jiang Yihuai said with a little anger, but he still reached out and pulled up the quilt to cover her exposed arms, and finally didn't forget to tuck the corners of the quilt.

She nodded noncommittally and said, "Indeed, I want my illness to get better soon." ”

"So, help me more, big star of the future."

Jiang Yihuai looked at her shallow smile and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

In the past, she was passively treating and taking medicine, but this time, she wanted to take the initiative to cure depression.

After a long time, he nodded, and smiled at her, dazzling in the light.

"yes, I see."