The fighter looked at him with a stiff, hateful look: "We will spare your life to take care of him." When the time comes, he will be able to execute you with his own hands. ”

Yang Xuying nodded slightly, and heard a woman's low sobs behind her. He turned his head and saw Yang Luxia covering her mouth with her hands, crying bitterly.

He was about to step forward to comfort her, but then he saw the ordinary man walk up to her, hesitated for a moment, but still took out a handkerchief and handed it over. She took his handkerchief and hurried away.

Yan Xiaojing put her head on the farthest end of Xiao Lingyun's pillow. He has been transferred from the operating table to a hospital bed, but not yet in a general ward. Yang decided to leave Xiao Lingyun in the suite of the operating room so that she could perform the operation as soon as possible in case of emergency.

It was unusually cold in the snow-white ward, but someone had draped her in a thick woollen coat and wrapped a blanket around her waist. It's a pity that she can't remember who was so considerate.

Suddenly hearing the sound of ticking, she hurriedly looked up to look at the piles of medical instruments connected to Xiao Lingyun's body. Her gaze swept over the display of each instrument, blankly clueless at the mass of numbers. Considering that there was no alarm from the instrument, she had to assume that everything was normal.

The voice rang out again.

She glanced down at Xiao Lingyun and jumped up reflexively.

Xiao Lingyun seemed to want to speak, but his lips were dry and cracked, and his tongue was stiff, making him speechless.

"Shhhh......h ”

His fingers wrapped around her hand, but he quickly fell into a coma again.

Oh my God, he looks terrible. His face was as pale as ceramic tiles, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. His throat was wrapped in a thick bandage, and his abdomen was padded with a cotton cloth wrapped around it with a ring of tulle to absorb the blood oozing from the wound.

Tubes for infusions and painkillers are inserted in the arm, and urine bags are hung behind the bed. There is also an ECG monitor with wires wrapped around the chest, and an oxygen sensor clamped in front of the middle finger.

Now, though, he's alive.

He began to slowly regain consciousness, even if only for a brief moment.

For the next two days, he was sometimes awake, sometimes unconscious, and his condition kept recurring. It seemed that before regaining his incomparably powerful self-healing ability, he needed to keep checking to see if Yan Xiaojing was staying by his side.

Finally, Yan Xiaojing still couldn't hold on and fell asleep. So the brothers brought her a more comfortable chair, and someone brought a pillow and blanket. But she woke up an hour later, still holding Xiao Lingyun's hand tightly.

At the strong request of Shen Zixin and Ye Jingshu, she reluctantly ate some food, and then went to the lounge to take a simple shower. When she returned to the ward, Xiao Lingyun was frantically waving her arms and legs, and Ye Jingshu anxiously called Yang Xuying over.

The moment his hand was held by Yan Xiaojing, Xiao Lingyun immediately calmed down.

She didn't know how long this wait would last, but every time Xiao Lingyun woke up, a small amount of strength would accumulate again in her body.

She can wait, even if she is old, she will wait for him.

After a sudden touch, Xiao Lingyun's thoughts returned. One minute ago, he didn't feel anything, but the next minute, the circuits in his body began to release signals. Because his eyelids were too heavy to lift, and he didn't know where he was, he quickly checked his body.

The lower body feels safe, the toes are able to move, and the legs are still attached to the body.

Oh, it hurts, he feels like he's been hit in the abdomen with a crowbar, and it hurts. But fortunately, his chest was still strong. The neck is burning, the head hurts very much, the arms are healthy, the hands are ......

Yan Xiaojing.

He was used to touching her palm. Where did she go?

He opened his eyes suddenly.

She sat beside her, leaning back in her chair, her head resting on the edge of the bed, as if asleep. His first thought was not to wake her up, and it was clear that she was too tired to do anything.

But he wanted to reach out and touch her, very much.

He tried to lift his free hand, but felt as if it weighed 1 ton. He tried his best to move his arm over his body, but he could only grasp the sheet and move slowly, inch by inch. He didn't know how long it would take, maybe hours?

But in the end, he finally touched a strand of Yan Xiaojing's hair and felt the silky satin touch, which made him feel like he had experienced a miracle.

He lives, and so does she.

Xiao Lingyun shed tears.

The moment she felt the bed shaking, Yan Xiaojing immediately woke up in a panic, and the first thing that caught her eye was Xiao Lingyun's hand. His fingers ran around the end of a strand of her long hair.

She looked up at his face and saw tears slipping down his eyes.

"Cloud! Ah, my love. She leaned over and ran his hair away, he still seemed in excruciating pain, "Are you in pain?" ”

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. Then he became anxious, and his eyes widened, revealing more whites.

"Take it easy, honey, take it easy, just relax." She was kind and persuasive, "You squeeze my hand, one means yes, and two times means no." Do you hurt? ”

No.

She gently wiped tears away from his overgrown face: "Are you sure? ”

Are you sure.

"Do you want me to call Yang Xuying?"

No.

"Do you need anything?"

Yes.

"Food? Water? Yang Ling? ”

No.

His white eyes prayed to her with wild affection.

"Shhh She kissed him on the forehead, "Calm down, we can figure out what you want." We had a lot of time. ”

His gaze froze on the clasped hands, then turned back to her face, then landed on his hand again, and then moved back to his face. Repeat this several times.

"Me?" She whispered, "You want me?" ”

He squeezed her hand and didn't let go.

"Oh, Xiao Lingyun...... I am yours. We're in this together, dear. ”

Tears welled up in his eyes again, his chest rising and falling as he sobbed, his breathing choppy and jerky.

She took his hand and cupped her face, trying to reassure him: "It doesn't matter, I'm not going anywhere, I'm not going to leave you." I promise you. Oh dear......"

He finally calmed down a little, and the tears slowly stopped.

A hoarse voice came from his mouth.

"What?" She bent over.

"I want to ...... Save you. ”

"You saved me, Xiao Lingyun, you did save me."

His lips quivered, "Love, you." ”