The professor hugged her, hugged her tightly, and he buried his face in the shoulders of the lady, whose clothes dried the corners of his eyes, and she had the strong smell of disinfectant from the hospital.

“Lan...... Chester ...... "The lady was crying, she couldn't stop it, but she couldn't even understand why she was crying."

Just wanted to call him by name.

"I'm here, I'll always be here, ma'am, don't be afraid." The professor whispered to her.

She wanted to hug him, but her body hated sluggishness and numbness, but his strength was so tight that no one seemed to be able to let him go.

It took a long time for the king to reluctantly lift her hand, and the professor noticed the abnormality, and he let go of the lady and looked at her, and she was crying miserably, probably more unwatered than the last night, pure crying, without any other thought.

The professor reached out to dry her face, and the lady stubbornly tried to hug him, but she couldn't understand why, and she didn't think about why.

Her brain was only a wooden reading of her remaining wishes.

The professor tried to reassure her, explain to her, and calm her down, her emotions were too intense, and if they continued, it might not be good for the lady who had just woken up.

She was soothed by the Professor's gentle voice, like many newborn little animals, and slowly quieted down, until she calmed down, and the Professor sat on the edge of her bed and asked her if she wanted to drink water.

But he didn't wait for her to answer and helped her up.

The lady only passively cooperated with him, and was choked, and when Pavarotti came with dinner in the evening, he almost dropped the food box.

Because the professor was just busy surrounding her, he didn't remember to tell the old butler at all.

After a few hours of soberness, she had already recalled the fact that she was in the hospital, as well as cause and effect, of course, when she remembered that afternoon, she was still very sad, and the professor still patiently comforted her.

The lady is like a card, and she can't seem to think about multiple things at the same time, for example, when she remembers that afternoon, she can't connect with the current situation where both of you are safe, she will only be afraid and sad, and she will not be happy.

But now I'm probably much better, and I can listen to what the professor is saying and understand.

"Lady may need something more porridge-like." She probably couldn't eat the professor's diet now, so he turned to look at Pavarotti.

"I'll be back soon," Pavarotti said. ”

He was gone again.

As he walked out the door, he drew a cross on his chest and prayed.

The lady brought the old man back to life.

When Pavarotti brought porridge and new cutlery, the lady leaned back on the bed, as if she was tired.

"After dinner, will you have a good rest?" The professor asked gently.

The lady raised her eyes to look at him, and nodded after a moment.

The professor watched her slow response, a little distressed, but he was already satisfied.

At least she can already respond to herself.

She still didn't speak much, just called his name sluggishly when she cried or just woke up, and her voice was barely audible.

When the professor was worried about this, he asked the doctor again, but was still reassured, telling him that there was no way but to leave it to time.

The professor fed her with a bowl, and Pavarotti specially boiled gruel, he blew it, tasted it, it was not salty, it was not light, it was very refreshing, and then he went to feed her.

If it had been before, the lady would have laughed and scolded him for how he had eaten first.

He smiled suddenly at the thought of this, and then looked softly at the lady.

The king ate the porridge from the spoon, looked at him, and after a while, barely pulled out a slight smile.

The professor laughed too, and he exhaled and continued to feed the lady.

She doesn't eat much.

The professor frowned when he saw her and stopped feeding, and helped her wipe her mouth: "Madam, rest?" ”

She nodded.

The professor picked her up and moved her down to lie down, but the lady couldn't do it, and just now the professor helped her up, so he helped the lady find a comfortable position to lie down and help her cover the quilt.

It's cold now.

The professor straightened up, and before he turned around, he saw that the lady was still staring at him, and immediately leaned over and asked her, "What else do you want to do?" ”

She kept her eyes on the professor.

"You want me to accompany you?" The professor asked her speculatively.

The lady nodded slowly.

"The bed is too small." The professor sat down helplessly and told her that the answer was clearly not in line with her.

"You're going to sleep uncomfortably." The professor smiled at her. "I'm here, and I'll always be there."

The lady probably got up too hard, or the residual emotions were still affecting her, and she was rarely not empathetic.

"Okay." The professor said this, moved her a little, then took off his shoes and went to bed on his side to soothe her to sleep.

But in fact, she fell asleep too quickly.

Even when the professor found out that she was asleep, he did not get out of bed and still slept around her.

He didn't want to let go.

......

"I'm fine, you're too careful." The professor put the lady back on the bed and put the crutch aside.

And the lady frowned at him.

It took a few days for her to recover a lot and to accept the fact that many months had passed.

Because she was complaining about the hot weather before, but now it often snows outside the window.

And wear it very thickly.

Even though she was almost mentally recovered, she was still a little sluggish physically, and she was rehabilitating, but the professor was a little too nervous.

She was just starting to catch her breath when the professor picked her up.

"When will I wait until I'm back to normal?" The lady said.

"The recovery should be gradual, don't get too tired, and don't push yourself too hard." The professor told her that he was now almost completely over-stressed.

But the lady finally compromised.

"Open the window for me." The lady said.

"You just sweated, and you're going to catch a cold when the wind blows." The professor completely disagreed.

"Is it okay to wait a while?"

Her expression was too serious, and the professor nodded.

The lady looked at the flower beside the bed, it was almost withering, and she did not pay close attention to it, because her limited attention was all on him, and she was surprised that she was not separated from him.

But now a bouquet of flowers that are about to die is much more conspicuous.

"Ahh It was my negligence. The professor looked at the listless flowers, and his attention was all on the lady, how could he bother to change the flowers?

Pavarotti went back and forth between the two places, and left after the meal, leaving room for the lady and the professor to keep warm, and did not care about a bouquet of flowers.

The lady gently stretched out her hand, twisted the card in the middle of the flower, and asked, "Mr. Gu has been here?" ”

Except for Merris and Gu Yu, no one should know that she likes the flowers in this store, and it is impossible for the professor to go to the university to buy flowers, and the one of the two people who may know about this and come to visit is probably Gu Yu, who is familiar with the professor.

In fact, Merris has also been here, after all, she and Gu Yu are colleagues now, and of course Gu Yu will inform her and let her come to see the lady.

The last time Merris came, she cried terribly.

"Yes." The professor said, telling her all the people who had come to see her.

"You didn't even tell them?" She was very sure, after all, no one came to visit her when she woke up.

The professor patted his head and said, "I forgot! ”

The lady didn't dwell on the truth, though he probably thought of it, and set it aside.