It's cold, it's very immersive.

"What's wrong with you? It's cold? ”

Song Tianmo grabbed her hand and took both of her hands into his own.

Rubbing it gently, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"Why did you wear this dress in the morning in such a cold weather? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? ”

He looked down at Ling Fei's pretty face, only to find that not only did she have cold hands, but even her face was not good-looking.

It's so white that there's not a trace of blood.

"Damn it!"

He cursed.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took Ling Fei into his arms and warmed her with his body.

But it didn't work.

A few minutes later, Ling Fei's face was still so white that there was no blood, and there was no sign of improvement.

Because I have to wait for the results of the examination, it will take at least half an hour.

"Let's go back to the car, there's air conditioning in the car, you go back and change your clothes, don't wear this again." He hugged Ling Fei and was about to go downstairs.

"I'm not cold."

Ling Fei muttered in his arms.

She was nervous.

But she didn't want to tell Song Tianmo that she was too nervous, Song Tianmo was the patient, and she didn't want the fear in her heart to affect him.

"You're not cold, what do you mean?"

Song Tianmo was happy, and regardless of her opposition, he hugged her domineeringly and entered the elevator.

The temperature in the hospital is really not too low.

Of course, because of the large space, especially in some empty and remote places, with the windows open, there is indeed a cold wind coming in.

Back in the Maybach car, Song Tianmo asked Li Hou to turn up the temperature in the car, and kept Ling Fei in his arms, letting her lean on himself without letting go.

The other hand held her cold hand even tighter, rubbing it gently.

Ling Fei'an leaned quietly in his arms, her eyelids drooping, unusually supple.

However, because the temperature was too high, after a while, Li Hou was so hot that he took off his coat.

Song Tianmo didn't hold back either.

He took off his clothes and covered Ling Fei's body.

Ling Fei hurriedly stopped.

"No, I'm much better."

She was a little faintly hot, in the small space, listening to Song Tianmo's steady heartbeat, her nose was full of familiar smells on his body, and her heartbeat had slowly slowed down.

Hands aren't so cold anymore.

If she covers it with another layer, she will not catch a cold, and she will have to become a heat cold, and it will definitely affect the filming progress of "Falling Fire" at that time.

Song Tianmo touched her hand and touched her head again, and finally didn't insist on covering her clothes.

Half an hour later, the two went upstairs together.

The results are in.

But Ling Fei couldn't understand those things.

The two took the results of the examination and went to the doctor again, and the doctor took the examination results and looked at them carefully, and then looked at Song Tianmo's previous illness and the results of the examination.

Then he laughed.

"Yes, very well recovered."

Ling Fei had been looking at the doctor with burning eyes, and as soon as the doctor said this, her heart instantly jumped.

"Although the arm has been dislocated, but now it is recovering well, there is still blood in the head, there is not much, it has been reduced by more than half before, if it continues like this, it will not take half a month for the blood to completely dissipate, you can check it again in half a month."

"Thank goodness!"

Ling Fei let out a long sigh of relief.

The snow-white pretty face finally had a bloody color.

Song Tianmo's eyes flashed, stunned, and then he realized, and a look of guilt quickly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"That'...... Doctor, he doesn't need any more surgery, does he? Ling Fei suppressed the excitement in her heart, and looked eagerly at the doctor and asked quickly.