Even if you try your best to hide it, you can hear the weakness and hoarseness of his voice.

Jiang Ci lay on the bed and looked up at him, "Uncle Chu Ran said that Daddy is sick. ”

Wen Xili raised his hand and gently rubbed his hair, and said in a gentle tone: "Daddy is fine." ”

He paused, turned his head to look at Jiang Jiu sitting on the sofa, and whispered to her, "Jiu'er." ”

Ginger Liquor ignored him.

The man looked at her, slowly withdrew his gaze, and sighed a little tired and helpless.

Jiang Ci went to pour Wen Xili a glass of water, "Daddy, drink water." ”

Wen Xili was not thirsty, but he still reached out to take it, and then thanked Jiang Ci: "Thank you." ”

Jiang Ci bent his eyes, and a happy expression appeared on his little face with little mood fluctuations.

Jiang Jiu saw that the two of them were filial piety to their father and son, and felt more and more that this ward was unbearable, Wen Xili had woken up, and there was no problem, she didn't plan to stay any longer, so she suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked straight out of the door.

The man was drinking water, and when he saw that she was leaving, he subconsciously lifted the quilt and got down from the bed and grabbed her.

Jiang Jiu was stunned for a moment, she looked down at her slender wrist that was held tightly by the man, her slender willow eyebrows immediately frowned, she raised her head to look at the man, and her tone turned cold: "Let go." ”

Wen Xili said in a low voice, "You can accompany me again." ”

His voice was low and hoarse, and even, vaguely pitiful.

Jiang Jiu didn't eat him anymore, she looked at him expressionlessly: "Let go." ”

The man stood quietly in front of her, with a faint bitter breath of injected potions, and a blue and white hospital gown on his long and thin body, as weak and pitiful as a sick and noble son.

Because of the force of her hand, the back of the hand that had just pulled out the needle, blood oozed out and ran down his pale skin.

"......" Jiang Jiu's heart was suffocated, and he was a little speechless.

"Wine ......," he whispered her name, spitting out from the depths of his throat, with careful affection, "stay with me for a few more minutes." ”

Jiang Jiu raised his head and looked at him, eager to ask him, Wen Xili, do you know how uncomfortable I feel in my heart?

How can you do this to me?

Why are you doing this to me?

The man's slender figure shook suddenly, Jiang Jiu raised his hand, subconsciously supporting him, most of his body was leaning on her body, even if he was thin, it was not something that Jiang Jiu could bear, she only lasted for a second, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Boom!" With a bang, ginger wine felt like he was about to faint.

Wen Xili can't do anything, he has lost too much blood, it is already a miracle that he can insist on getting down from the bed and catching Jiang Jiu, at this moment, he is pressed on Jiang Jiu, feeling Jiang Jiu's murderous gaze, he can only close his eyes and pretend to be dead.

Fortunately, Jiang Ci rang the bell in time and called the nurse in.

The two tall female nurses helped Wen Xili up from Jiang Jiu's body, and came to warn Jiang Jiu: "The patient's body has not recovered, don't make trouble in the ward!" ”

God ward fighting.

Jiang Jiu almost laughed out of breath, glanced at the miserable man on the hospital bed, frowned, and endured his temper again.

She originally thought that Wen Xili's illness was also Chu Ran's deception to her in order to coax her over.

She didn't expect Wen Xili's leukemia to recur again, under normal circumstances, as long as leukemia is properly cared for, after cure, the recurrence rate is very low.