When these questions crossed Song Qingchun's heart, she didn't know what was wrong with her, the blood in her whole body suddenly became a little reversed, her heart suddenly beat three times, and an indescribable strange feeling instantly spread all over her body.

It wasn't until she buttoned up his clothes and covered the quilt that she couldn't see the scar that the strange feeling in her body dissipated little by little.

……

Just like the time when Su Zhinian's head was smashed, Dr. Xia came over to give Su Zhinian a check-up, gave Su Zhinian an injection, left some medicine and instructions, and left.

When Song Qingchun sent Dr. Xia downstairs, she also specially asked Dr. Xia where the injury on Su Zhinian's abdomen came about?

When Dr. Xia heard this, his expression was a little weird, and he paused for a while before he put on a usual smile at Song Qingchun and said, "I don't know about this, when I saw him, he was already like this." ”

Her intuition told Song Qingchun that Dr. Xia was lying, but she couldn't find any evidence that Dr. Xia was lying, and Dr. Xia didn't want to say that she couldn't force her to ask, so she said goodbye to Dr. Xia in disbelief that it was true.

When Dr. Xia left, she returned to the upstairs bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and guarded Su Zhinian, who was getting a hanging needle, and somehow in her mind, she went around to the scar again, she always felt ...... Behind that scar lies an unknown secret.

……

Three hours later, Song Qingchun pulled out the needle for Su Zhinian, took a cotton swab and pressed it on his wrist to stop the bleeding, put a band-aid on him, raised his hand and touched his head, the fever had not subsided, she was afraid that he would suddenly feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night, so she continued to stay by the bedside.

The night gradually turned around, Song Qingchun's sleepiness became stronger and stronger, she forced her eyelids to not close, and from time to time she would touch Su Zhinian's head.

Song Qingchun didn't know how many times she repeated this action, until the sky outside the window was almost bright, Su Zhinian's burning finally faded, and she was exhausted, and she finally couldn't hold it anymore and lay on the side of the bed and closed her eyes.

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When Su Zhinian opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was already bright, and the summer sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows without curtains, sprinkling half of the room.

After the great burn, his body was tired and weak from his bones, and he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open for a while before remembering the events of last night.

He remembered that he desperately endured the discomfort of his body and wanted to wait for Song Qingchun to leave, but in the end, he didn't know if she was gone or not, and he lost consciousness...... But now he is in his own home......

Su Zhinian rolled his eyes and looked at the indoor environment.

There was a mobile infusion stand next to the bed, on which hung two empty infusion bottles, the hanging needle was stuck in the cap, and a band-aid was attached to the back of his hand.

He frowned slightly, as if he understood something, sat up suddenly, and then saw Song Qingchun lying on the side of the bed, sleeping soundly.

The sunlight outside the window hit her upper body, turning her hair and the mud on her face golden.

Her clothes hadn't been changed, they were still the same as they had been soiled from the fall last night, and the dirty water on her clothes had dried up and were covered with patches of mud.

Her hands and arms had been washed, and they were white and tender under her head.

So...... After he passed out last night, she sent him back?