He tried to find a nurse, but as soon as he went out, the corridor was empty, and there was not a single nurse in sight.

Seeing that Xue Qing'er on the hospital bed was uncomfortably dying, he couldn't care so much, walked over, took off the hanging bottle with one hand, and supported her arm with the other.

"Come with me......" Xue Qing'er had just been rescued from the fire, her body was very weak, and she couldn't get out of bed after trying several times on the hospital bed, so she was uncomfortable holding her stomach there.

She glanced at him gratefully, her jet-black hair rubbing against her face, and a faint scent of flowers wafted from his hair.

"I'll do it myself!" was finally helped by him to the bathroom in the corridor outside, at the door of the women's toilet, she hurriedly held on to the wall, took the hanging bottle with one hand, and did not let him go in again.

At this time, he hated it very much, why didn't there be a separate bathroom in the ward of this hospital?

Standing outside, he was a little anxious, because, after waiting for a long time, he didn't see her come out, and she was afraid that she didn't faint inside!

An anxiety he had never felt before left him wandering left and right outside the toilet door.

It has always been a place where sick patients come and go, and suddenly such a young, handsome and elegant young man came, and the men, women, and children who passed by could not help but cast envious glances at him.

You know, how uncomfortable it is to be sick, women admire him, and men envy him.

After a while, he wanted to call her name, but suddenly found that he didn't know what her name was, and he was in a hurry, prompting him to circle around the door.

Li Chengbin had woken up at this time, and the nurse said to get out of bed and move, but try not to touch the scar on his arm.

He was slowly walked out of the ward by his mother's support, and when they passed the bathroom, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw Jian Ange holding Xue Qing'er's body with one hand, and Xue Qing'er threw herself into his arms.

He wanted to step forward to stop it, but he couldn't breathe, he turned his back and took his mother's hand: "Let's go back to the ward!" ”

"Okay, Bin'er, slow down, this nurse is really, she just woke up, let you get out of bed and move, look, where can this body hold up!" Zhai Xue complained while helping him in.

After a long time, he stopped coughing, a glass of boiled water was handed to his lips, and Zhai Xue fed him a few pills prescribed by the doctor.

His eyes closed, and the scene he had just seen in his mind came to mind, but he hung down his aching arm weakly.

When he smelled a burning smell coming from the locker room, he kicked open the wooden door and rushed in.

In the firelight, he vaguely saw a person lying on the ground, it was very dark inside, he crossed a few burning hangers, and was about to go to her side, but unexpectedly, a fire rack at the top of the wall fell, and although he tried to avoid it, he was still hit by the fire rack on the arm to the side.

The smell of burnt muscles mixed with the smoke of the room surrounded his nostrils.

He didn't care so much, he shouted "Qing'er, Qing'er-", when he got closer, he picked up the person on the ground, and the pain in his arm made it a little difficult for him to walk, but he didn't let go, he still gritted his teeth, and walked towards the door with her in his coma step by step.

And along the way, although he felt that he couldn't do without her in this life, but when he saw the sleeping appearance, he hated it to the core, if it weren't for her, his life shouldn't be so chaotic, he thought, he and her are absolutely impossible.

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