When Song Yi woke up again, she only felt that the whole person was a little light, and the wound didn't hurt at all, but she was dizzy, a little nauseous, and her throat hurt a little.

When she came to her senses, she understood why she was feeling a sore throat - she was on a ventilator.

The doctor in the intensive care unit notified her attending physician as soon as she found out she was awake.

The old dean was quite happy when he came.

"Xiao Zhao, how is your Grandpa Tang's craftsmanship? Look, you woke up two hours before it was full, and you weren't allowed to go in without changing your clothes! The old dean stopped the person and then began to change clothes, "You wait at the door, I'll go in and check it, and then you can transfer to the ward if there is no problem, and then you can stay by her side for a long time." ”

The results of the examination were very good, and there were no unexpected postoperative complications, that is, Song Yi had not fully woken up from anesthesia, and the whole person was a little dazed.

The old dean thought it was very funny, so he teased a few words.

"What's your name, little girl?"

Song Yi reacted for almost half a minute before answering: "Song Yi, my name is Song Yi." ”

"Well," the old dean nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that the brain has not been broken, but the anesthesia has not woken up yet, but it doesn't matter, there is no big problem, let's transfer to the general ward." ”

With the permission of the attending doctor, Song Yi was finally transferred from the intensive care unit that needed to be plugged into the ventilator for real-time monitoring in a single room to the VIP ward.

Song Yi and Zhao Huaiming were both a little excited when they saw each other.

Zhao Huaiming was relieved, while Song Yi had a sense of security.

Her body was faster than her thoughts, and when she saw Zhao Huaiming, her mouth was choked, and tears of grievance were about to fall.

"Zhao Huaiming, I hurt."

The old dean who was following him snorted fiercely in his heart, the anesthesia hasn't passed yet, what does it hurt.

Zhao Huaiming took it seriously, he looked at the old dean, his eyes were full of doubts - didn't you say that it was properly handed over to you? Why does my daughter-in-law still feel pain?

The old dean felt surprised, with Zhao Huaiming's IQ, wouldn't it?

Then he looked at the little girl lying on the hospital bed, and finally understood what was going on.

"It's okay, it's a big deal, just kiss, if one kiss can't solve the problem, then another one." The old dean said as he left with his hands behind his back.

He's so old that he doesn't eat dog food, huh!

When the anesthesia is not over, the two relatives can solve the problem, and after the anesthesia is over, it is not a problem that the relatives can solve.

"Does it hurt?" Zhao Huaiming felt Song Yi's stiffness, touched her cheek, and thought about whether to ask the doctor for painkillers.

Song Yi is really in pain, the doctors opened a big hole in her stomach in order to find the bleeding point in her abdomen, this kind of thing knows that it hurts if you think about it, Zhao Huaiming is simply asking.

But Song Yi shook his head and suddenly laughed.

"It's not painful, I just want to drink onion soup."

They have been together for two years, Song Yi has never taken the initiative to tell Zhao Huaiming the story of her childhood, and today she is extremely weak, so she really can't help but say more.

"I was supposed to be born on this land, but at that time my parents suddenly received an invitation to a laboratory......"