After all, it is a public hospital, and although it is the best hospital in Edmund, it cannot be compared with private hospitals after all.

However, fortunately, the equipment here is complete, the environment is quiet, and the wards are clean, which is not bad.

The hospital specially arranged a separate room on the top floor for Xia Tong, and the decoration inside was luxurious.

Night Thunder Lord was quite satisfied, after putting Xia Tong on the hospital bed, the nurse hung up the drip bottle, and asked Night Thunder Jue what else he needed? If they don't need it, they will tell the nurse on duty at the nurse's station outside the ward.

Night Thunder Jue didn't lift his eyelids, and waved his hand coldly, signaling that they could leave.

The two nurses glanced at him again, and they didn't dare to look at the man carefully because they were nervous and scared.

Especially the handsome face of the man, the facial features are three-dimensional and profound, and he is not lost to European and American men.

Let them, the young girls, couldn't help but be amazed, and their cheeks were slightly red.

Seeing that they were still standing still, Night Thunder Jue swept his eyes, and his cold eyes startled the two little nurses.

They lowered their heads and hurried out of the ward.

After the nurses left, the man stood in front of the hospital bed, about two meters away, his tall and high-hidden body seemed to be coated with a thick layer of frost, and even the bottom of his eyes condensed into ice.

He stood steadily, his eyes fixed on the palm-sized face of the woman on the hospital bed, pale, haggard, and frighteningly weak.

Ye Tingjue only felt as if his chest was pressed by a piece of lead, and his daughter was heavy, not only distressed, but even his breathing was painful!

The bloodshot at the bottom of his eyes became heavier and heavier, and he took a deep breath, his steps were heavy, and every step was like stepping on a sharp blade, and the pain was wanton.

Eventually, he stood still in front of his bed.

Night Thunder Jue leaned down, his sturdy arms propped up at the woman's sides, he pressed down, his chest was almost against the woman's body, and his handsome face was only ten centimeters away from her.

He could see every inch of skin and every expression on Xia Tong's face clearly, but it made people even more heartbroken.

Especially the bruise on her forehead, although it has been treated, it seems to have been congested under the skin, and the black and purple color that appears is more and more infiltrating.

Night Thunder Jue looked up, his slender fingertips lightly touched the skin of her forehead, and he didn't use a trace of force, he felt it high and swollen, and his face was even colder.

"What have you been through...... man's voice was completely hoarse, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips against the woman's bloodless lips.

He moved softly and kissed for a long time without leaving......

This night, Xia Tong has been in a coma, sleeping until midnight, occasionally frowning and snorting softly, as if there is some pain, but he can't wake up, let alone open his mouth.

Night Thunder Jue sat on the edge of the bed, he didn't dare to close his eyes for a moment, and would lean down whenever this happened.

Xia Tong's hand would wave in the air, and then touch his body, and if he didn't touch a part, Night Thunder Lord might be in pain or uncomfortable.

So, he would rub it for her, and so on and so on, and it was only in the second half of the night that Xia Tong finally calmed down.

Night Thunder Jue still didn't dare to rest, his eyes didn't leave her for a moment, so that the man almost kept the same position for the whole night.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the ward through the curtains, Xia Tong was still not awake, and Ye Tingjue sat on the edge of the bed holding her hand.

The woman's slender wrists made his eyes red again.