Xia Lu walked over, sat down next to Li Yunheng, picked up the can bottle that Li Yunheng had finished drinking, pinched it, and then threw it into the trash can not far away.

The flattened can draws a perfect parabola in the air and ends up in the trash can with precision.

"Worried about Song Ci?" Xia Lu glanced at Li Yunheng.

Li Yunheng didn't speak, took his gaze back, and also glanced at Xia Lu.

"You still don't believe in your own marksmanship?" Xia Lu comforted, "Strom has a powerful medical genius there, she will definitely be able to save Song Ci." ”

Li Yunheng was still silent.

Truth be told, he felt his hands shaking right now.

How difficult it must be to get that shot.

If he makes a slight mistake and misses a little, maybe Song Ci will die.

"Alright, don't think about it that much." Xia Lu patted Li Yunheng on the shoulder, "We still have a lot of things to do in the future." ”

"Hmm." Li Yunheng responded softly.

……

Song Ci fell asleep for two days before waking up.

"Hiss......" She moved, accidentally pulled the wound, and suddenly woke up from the pain, and then remembered that she had been shot.

It really hurts!

Next time she'll never be stupid again!

Why did she come up with such a plan to make herself guilty?

If this kind of thing happens again in the future, Li Yunheng should be allowed to do this kind of thing.

That bastard!

I really didn't hesitate to shoot!

"Awake?" Han Qi walked in, just in time to see Song Ci wake up, and immediately walked up quickly.

Seeing that Song Ci wanted to get up, Han Qi stepped forward to help Song Ci up, and put a pillow behind her.

"How does it feel?" Han Qi looked at Song Ci and asked.

Song Ci pursed his lips, his face still looked a little pale, and his lips were dry and white, looking very weak.

"Let you get a shot." Song Ci said angrily, "Can you feel good?" ”

"I've been shot more than once." Han Ji chuckled.

"It's a big life!" Song Ci pouted, "I'm not dead like this." ”

Han Qi raised his hand and touched Song Ci's forehead: "It's okay, no fever." ”

"Where is it not burning!" Song Ci also touched his forehead, "It's hot, okay!" I was dizzy, I was obviously having a fever. ”

梼杌: "......"

"I'm hungry." Song Ci touched his stomach, "I want to eat." ”

"What are you going to eat?" Han Qi was a little helpless, and looked at Song Ci with doting eyes, "I'll let someone do it for you." ”

"Roast duck, chicken thighs, braised pork." Song Ci said, "As long as it is delicious, you have to eat it." ”

"Okay, you wait." After speaking, Han Qi turned around and walked out.

Twenty minutes later.

Han walked in with a plate and placed it on the bedside table.

Song Ci glanced at the vegetables and porridge brought by Han Qi, and looked disgusted: "Don't you understand what I said?" Is this roast duck, chicken thighs and braised pork? ”

"Shredded chicken porridge." Han Qi brought the bowl to Song Ci and said, "Ivy said, you just woke up and can't eat such greasy things." ”

"I think she wants to keep those delicious foods for herself!" Song Ci pouted, "It's really too much, I actually grabbed food with a patient like me!" ”

Dissatisfied, he took the bowl from Han Qi's hand, and Song Ci protested: "I can be regarded as injured at work, isn't this kind of treatment too bad." ”

Han Qi smiled and brought the porridge from Song Ci's hand again, scooped a spoonful and fed it to Song Ci's mouth: "I'll feed you personally, how about this treatment?" ”