I still remember that day when she was transferred to the neurology department, no matter what kind of examination she did, no matter how painful it was, she had a slight smile on her face. Dagger ····· First and foremost

That smile is beautiful.

So Song Jiaming's virgin blood that he had retained for 27 years burned, and for the first time in his life, he had the urge to marry the girl in front of him and spend his life.

However, Mu Ne's people are very wooden after all, he can't express his emotions and love, and he can't guess whether the girl in front of him has feelings for him. Unrequited love is painful and very tangled.

Lin Xiaowei fell asleep in bed, she didn't know when she fell asleep, her long eyelashes trembling slightly because of the dream. What is she dreaming about? The disease was cured, and I will be able to be discharged from the hospital soon, which must be a sweet dream.

Before she was discharged from the hospital, would she be able to confess smoothly? Do you dare to confess yourself?

"Ugh." Song Jiaming put down the medical records in his hand and sighed slightly. Looking at my watch, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and the night filled the window. The snow was falling again, but fortunately it was very warm because of the heating.

The glass that was broken by Lin Xiaowei yesterday when she was sleepwalking was also repaired this morning.

Song Jiaming walked to the window, opened the corner of the curtain and looked out for a moment.

Suddenly, it feels like the air around you is flowing. The wind blew across his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness. Where does the wind come from in a confined space?

He looked to the right in confusion, the empty room, the monitor on the ceiling flashed regularly, and the girl in the bed was still asleep. The door on the opposite side was also well closed. But the wind doesn't stop. His hair was shaky.

Weird! Song Jiaming walked in the direction of the wind, and the more he walked, the more cold he felt. A chill swept through his body, and he was so cold that he couldn't stand it, so he hurriedly hugged his arm tightly. Breathing, the hot breath that comes out seems to be about to be frozen.

It didn't take long for the entire room to be covered in a layer of hoarfrost.

His hands and feet were numb from the cold, and suddenly thought of something, Song Jiaming exclaimed in surprise while running towards Lin Xiaowei's bed. The girl was asleep, her sleeping face was pale, and a layer of frost had condensed on her beautiful face.

"Damn, Xiaowei, wake up!" Song Jiaming came to the hospital bed and pushed the girl's body hard.

The girl showed no signs of waking up, and her long eyelashes froze into frost. The temperature in the house was even colder.

Song Jiaming was at a loss, his mind was confused, and he couldn't figure out what was going on. Even if the heating is broken, the temperature cannot drop so quickly, not to mention, the outside temperature is probably not as low as it is now. It's as if the ward has been thrown into the extremely cold region of the Arctic Circle, and people's blood is about to freeze!

"Xiaowei, Xiaowei." He felt like he was losing precious heat with every scream.

But the girl didn't wake up after all, she became like a stone doll, and if it weren't for the faint breathing, he would have thought the girl was dead.

No, if she continues like this, she will definitely lose her life in her sleep, cold, and never wake up again.

Song Jiaming struggled to hold the girl's body in his arms, her originally thin and light body now looked very heavy. Out of the confines of the bed, he used his strength with every step forward.

Step by step, each step was slow, and Song Jiaming felt that he was almost overdrawing his life. Lin Xiaowei's body is getting heavier and heavier, and this small single ward, under normal circumstances, is only five meters long and six steps from the door to the bedside. But now it's so long that there's no end in sight.

It's not that the distance has increased, it's that the strength is not enough.

How long has it been? A minute, a month or a year? He carried her to a position close to the door. The handshake that was about to touch the door with his free hand was about to touch, and suddenly, Lin Xiaowei in her arms struggled frantically!

Her hands wrapped around his neck and squeezed him hard. He desperately raised his head and glanced at Huairen, and this glance frightened him to the ground.

Lin Xiaowei in her arms woke up, she opened her big eyes, and her originally beautiful eyes showed white eyes. Her face seemed to be covered with a layer of white plaster, and every tooth in her gaping mouth was sharply glowing.

Her weak hand had a strength that did not match the thickness of her arm at all, and Song Jiaming couldn't breathe. She looked at him with a sly look at him, sticking out her tongue gently. The blood-red tongue slid like a snake through its thin teeth and licked at his face.

This woman is not Lin Xiaowei at all, who is she?

Song Jiaming was so frightened that he desperately wanted to push the terrifying woman he was carrying away, but the woman's body seemed to be stuck to him, no matter how hard he tried, it had no effect at all.

The terrifying-looking woman grinned, her sharp teeth slowly approaching his neck. He yelled in fear, and then jerked his head up.

The chill disappeared without a trace like a low tide.

The energy-saving lamps in the ceiling make a faint sizzling sound, and the white walls and white curtains on the opposite side hang down to cover the windows. The warm feeling penetrated into his heart with the light that his eyes could touch, Song Jiaming's heart was beating violently, and he raised his head in a daze, his head a little confused.

I was wearing a white coat, and the temperature around me was very pleasant, not cold.

Dreams, a nightmare?

He rubbed his temples vigorously, and his heartbeat finally calmed down. When did you fall asleep? Song Jiaming slowly shook his neck and looked down. He was sitting on a stool with his head and hands on the right side of the bed. Elbows pressed against the white sheets, and not far from him was a body that exuded a serene aura.

It was Lin Xiaowei who was asleep, she was dreaming, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

couldn't help but think of the dream just now, and Song Jiaming shuddered suddenly. Fortunately, it was just a dream, but the dream was too real and terrible.

I looked at my watch, and it was ten and nine.

It's weird, why can't I remember when I fell asleep at all, and how long did I sleep? He muttered meaningless words that he didn't even know, and casually picked up the medical records on the bedside to prepare for Lin Xiaowei's observation report.

But when the medical records turned to today's date, Song Jiaming's eyes widened. A chill slammed down the back of his head from the soles of his feet, and his hair stood on end.

What's going on! What's going on! Calm down, don't panic, calm down!

Song Jiaming threw away the medical records far away, he stood up straight excitedly, and his heart beat wildly. I saw the medical records that fell to the ground, and the neat rows of data had been filled in.

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