Chapter Seventy-Nine: Hugging

When she was sent to the hospital, Ye Tang's fever was close to 40 degrees, and she fainted due to the lack of timely replenishment under the physical exhaustion. The doctor hurriedly hung up a drip for her and disinfected the wound for her. Outside the ward, Mrs. Qi looked at Ye Tang who was lying quietly inside. She was like a paper doll, pale, with a red line on her forehead, mouth, and neck.

The doctors and nurses came out after dealing with it and told them to pay attention to her temperature in time. Mrs. Qi walked into the ward, sat on the white bed, helped Ye Tang cut her hair, and looked at it, her eyes turned red. Ye Tang on the hospital bed frowned and squirmed his lips, but he didn't open his eyes.

Mrs. Qi leaned in to listen, she was calling Wang Yuan's name. She remembered to call Wang Yuan back, but no one answered. Wang Yuan over there took a plane to London in the early hours of the morning, and when everyone on the plane fell asleep, he was the only one who was anxious and sober. His mind kept recalling the conversation between the man and Ye Tang, and the sound of a slap he heard something smashing on his body.

In the name of his father, he looked at the dark night sky outside the window, and at that moment he deeply experienced the barrier of a long-distance relationship, how could I come to you across a 14-hour flight at once? It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but in the face of everything about Ye Tang, he couldn't restrain himself, and tears fell on his hands. He could only hope that in the past 14 hours, she was fine, thousands of miles in the sky, and he had no news.

At 8 o'clock, when he got off the plane, he saw Mrs. Qi's missed call on his mobile phone. He hurriedly called Mrs. Qi back,

"Mrs. Qi! How about the leaves? ”

"You come to XX Hospital first."

Hearing the word hospital, his heart was half cold, and on the way to the taxi, he thought of the scene when he sent her to the hospital in Boston. At that time, it was surprised and worried, but now it is distressed and self-blame. After arriving at the entrance of the hospital, he saw a queue at the elevator door, so he ran up to the 8th floor, and when he saw Mrs. Qi waiting for him outside the ward, his eyes were red.

"Mrs. Qi, how is she?"

"Fortunately, you called me, and when we rushed back, the door of Xiao Tang's house was pried open. If it had been a little later, we would have known what would have happened. She is asleep now, and her temperature has just dropped. ”

"What about the man?"

"Is he Don Jr.'s father? He was taken away by the police station and presumably sent to the embassy. During the confrontation, she never woke up, and if the police came to her for questioning, it would be nice to tell the truth. ”

"Well, thank you so much."

"It's okay, I also treat Xiao Tang as my own daughter. Xiao Yuan, the moment I saw her father, I deeply felt the reason why Xiao Tang didn't want to return to China. I guess it's very repulsive there. When Xiao Tang is better, you have to talk to her, after all, you focus on domestic development. However, as long as there is love, the distance of a long-distance relationship is not a problem. ”

"Okay."

"Then go see her. She was still calling your name just now. I helped her get some change of clothes. ”

Wang Yuan walked into the ward, sat at the head of the bed, and held her hand. Looking at her scars, and seeing her frowning brow, he reached out and gently smoothed them, and leaned into her ear and said:

"I'm coming."

Then a gentle kiss fell on her eye. Wang Yuan just kept watching her until Mrs. Qi brought some of her clothes and left.

It wasn't until noon that Ye Tang slowly opened his eyes, looking at the white in front of him, and before he could react, he heard Wang Yuan's voice, saw his face, and met his gaze.

"Source, you're here."

"Hmm. I'm coming. ”。

Ye Tang smiled with tears in her eyes, and she slowly opened her hands. Wang Yuan stepped forward and hugged her. At that moment, the haze in their hearts gradually dissipated. My salvation, as long as you have a warm hug.