Jiang Jiu looked up at him, her eyes were as clear as water, and she couldn't see any traces of haze.

Chi Ye was defeated in her calm gaze.

The man exhaled slightly, his dark eyes staring at her much lighter side face and long dry and dull hair, he was a little distressed, but more importantly, he couldn't do anything.

If it weren't for Jiang Jiu, he and Zhao Juanjuan might have died a long time ago, and even if they were, they wouldn't have been able to live as decently as they are now.

Her appearance changed the trajectory of his and Zhao Juanjuan's lives.

To them, she was their god.

I want to share her pain, even if it's just a little bit.

But now, he didn't even know what was wrong with her.

She looked so complete now, he didn't dare to force her anymore, Chi Ye told himself, wait until she was better.

His palm landed on her hair, "You take care of your injuries." “

Jiang Jiu smiled, very relaxed: "It's just a fracture, it's not a big problem." ”

Chi Ye sat down and chatted with her for a while, this was only a light topic, ginger wine laughed with him while eating, and the time passed quickly.

By the time the ginger wine finished eating, he called someone in to clean up, and more than an hour had passed.

Chi Ye got up to say goodbye to Jiang Jiu, watched her sleep, and then slowly walked out of the ward.

He closed the door, stood at the door, and glanced down at WeChat.

Zhao Juanjuan asked him on WeChat, "Is the wine awake?"

"I'm already asleep." Chi Ye replied, "You come to the hospital tomorrow to accompany her, and I'll watch the bar."

Zhao Juan asked again, "Is Jiu'er better now?"

Chi Ye leaned against the wall, the thin fabric was soaked by the cold air, he was silent for a while, and replied:

"Not good."

*

It was dark, and the nurses and doctors were still busy in the corridors of the intensive care unit.

Chi Ye boarded the ID card for the nurse at the entrance, explained his intention, and then walked in.

As soon as I entered, the surroundings were quiet, isolated from the busy people outside, and there was a little more lifeless heaviness in this quiet.

Chi Ye relied on his memory to come to Wen Xili's ICU, and from a distance, he saw a thin figure curled up on the bench.

He looked at the outfit and recognized the woman as Wen Xili's mother, thinking that this thin woman had been guarding in front of the ward for three days and three nights, Chi Ye's pace slowed down suddenly.

The corridor was too quiet, and the sound of his footsteps still woke up Mrs. Wen, who was sitting on the bench with her legs crossed, and the woman raised her head, and looked at the young man with tattoos and lip nails in front of her with some blank eyes, and suddenly sobered up, "Are you ......" She seemed to think for a moment, and then nodded lightly at Chi Ye, "Friend of wine." ”

"Auntie," Chi Ye responded politely, walked over and asked gently, "Is Xili better?" ”

Guarding here in the past few days, it seems that the last tear of Mrs. Wen has been squeezed dry, although her eyes are swollen and bloodshot, but when she hears Wen Xili's name, she will no longer remove her tears.

It's just that the heavy exhaustion is like the last straw that overwhelms her, and her tone of voice is weak.

Saying goodbye to the messy long hair in her ears, Mrs. Wen nodded, "Today the doctor said that the situation has stabilized...... There were no fatal injuries, but there was too much blood loss, and it was not delivered in time......"