Sheng Mingxuan smiled weakly and said, "I came by myself." ”

Li Sichen looked at the sweat on his face, and secretly screamed that it was not good, this was a cold sweat symptom of excessive blood loss, and immediately stopped him and said: "You must go and rest, I am here, you can rest assured." ”

"No, no-" As he was speaking, Sheng Mingxuan's eyes suddenly went dark, and he was about to fall backwards.

"Sheng Shao!" Lu Jiu hurriedly supported him, but Sheng Mingxuan didn't react.

Li Sichen picked up Sheng Mingxuan, who had fainted, and walked to the other side of the corridor, asking as he walked, "How much blood did he donate?" ”

"900 ml." Lu Jiu replied.

Li Sichen's footsteps paused slightly, and then he walked faster.

After sending Sheng Mingxuan to the hospital bed, the doctor quickly hung up the nutrient solution for him and did a series of tests, but fortunately, there were no major problems.

"You watch here, I'll watch over her." Li Sichen commanded.

Lu Jiu walked to the side of the bed and said, "Go ahead, I will take good care of Sheng Shao." ”

Li Sichen walked to the door of the room, looked back at Sheng Mingxuan, who was pale and his eyes were closed, before turning around and leaving.

If it weren't for Sheng Mingxuan's presence today, maybe Jiang Li would really be gone.

Let him pass.

After what happened just now, Li Sichen finally recognized him in his heart, for Jiang Li, he was willing to give up his life, what else could not be forgiven?

Not long after returning to the operating room, the door was opened, and it was not the nurse who came out first.

Li Sichen's heart was unprecedentedly nervous, and he didn't open his mouth to ask about Jiang Li's situation for a while, he was afraid that if it wasn't the answer he wanted to hear, he wouldn't have the courage to listen.

The young doctor took off his mask and walked in front of Li Sichen, his eyes as calm as ever.

"Mr. Li," he said, "your wife is fine, and she can be transferred to the general ward immediately." ”

"What do you say? Say it again? Li Sichen seemed to be a little unclear, his ears were buzzing, and he confirmed again in disbelief.

The young man smiled slightly, and said word by word: "I said, your wife is fine, she can be transferred to the general ward later, and she should be able to open her eyes tomorrow morning, but now she is still asleep because of anesthesia." ”

Li Sichen had an excited look on his face, and said sincerely: "Thank you, doctor." ”

"No, it's my job."

The young doctor is also very happy to have cured a patient, and he has a sense of accomplishment every time he cures a difficult patient.

With the sound of their conversation, the sleeping Jiang Li was pushed out, and several people went to the general ward together.

The wards of this private hospital are fully equipped, including kitchens, toilets, balconies, and even buds of greenery by the windows.

The medical staff moved Jiang Li to the hospital bed and left.

The young doctor pulled Li Sichen to stand aside and explain his condition.

"The patient not only has a chest injury, but also scratches on his arms, his head has also been hit by gravity, and there is also a knife wound on his leg, so far she has only dealt with the fatal wound on her chest, as for whether there are other problems, she will wait until she wakes up in the morning to check, in addition, the wound will itch when it heals, the patient will scratch himself unconsciously, you have to pay attention to some ......"

The young doctor instructed carefully, and when he heard the injuries from the doctor's mouth, the eyes of the two Sichen were terrifyingly deep.

After explaining the precautions, the doctor left.

It was already late, the outside world seemed to be in a deep sleep, and he was going back to the hotel to rest.

Lu Jiu took care of Sheng Mingxuan in another ward, and Li Sichen was the only one left in Jiang Li's ward.

The ward was equipped with a family bed, but Li Sichen had no intention of lying down, he squatted beside Jiang Li's bed and looked at her quietly.

After more than nine hours of rescue, it can be said that Jiang Li, who has died for nine lives, has no blood on her face, and her already fair skin is a little whiter at the moment, but this whiteness is sickly, with a bit of vulnerability, so that people dare not reach out to touch it, for fear of breaking this dreamlike scene.

Li Sichen's eyes were so soft that they could almost drip water, and his gaze swept over her forehead, her eyebrows, her face, her straight nose, and her somewhat pale lips......

He looked at her greedily over and over again, without even blinking his eyes, as if he could never get enough of it.

His gaze finally rested on her slender fingers.

The temperature in the room is just right, so you won't feel cold even if you wear a single piece.

Li Sichen took her weak and boneless little hand and gently placed it in his big palm, not daring to move too much, for fear of involving the wound on her arm, which was not conducive to healing.

Jiang Li had already changed into a hospital gown, but Li Sichen seemed to be able to see the scars under her clothes, he stared at her chest and muttered, "I will definitely give him all the ...... you have endured."

It was late at night, and Li Sichen was afraid that the light in the room would make her sleep unstable, so she turned off the light and stood by her bed by the faint light outside the window.

The room fell into darkness, but this didn't seem to affect Li Sichen's vision, he tightly locked Jiang Li's figure in the dark, and from time to time, he also felt Jiang Li's pulse.

He was so scared, he was afraid that it was just a dream, and the appearance of Jiang Li's bloodstained body during the day seemed to be imprinted in his heart, so that he could not forget that scene, and he would probably remember the panic of forgetting to breathe for the rest of his life.

"Something like this today will never happen again." In the darkness, he said softly but firmly.

He kept looking at him, unaware of the passage of time, I don't know how long it took, only to feel a feeling of fatigue, Li Sichen gradually couldn't support it, closed his eyes, and knocked his head on the side of Jiang Li's bed.

——

In the early morning, there was a faint mist outside the window, as if a misty gauze was draped over the earth.

When the first rays of golden sunlight pierced through the fog and shone through the windowsill and onto the ground, the sleeping man on the bed opened his eyes gently.

Where is this?

As soon as Jiang Li opened her eyes, she saw the white ceiling above, and she was in a trance for a while, feeling like she didn't know where she was.

She only remembered that when the bald man was about to kill her, Li Sichen and Lu Jiu rushed in first, and just after untying the rope on her body, she saw Ye Fengxing preparing to shoot Li Sichen.

She didn't even have time to react before she pushed him away and allowed herself to be shot.

Then she fainted, and she knew nothing.

The five senses recovered little by little, and Jiang Li understood that he was now saved, and he was glad in his heart.

Thinking about her for a lifetime, no, it should be said that it is two lifetimes, always so calamitous and difficult, but there is no danger at the critical moment, it seems that God still blesses her.