Su Zhinian listened to the conversation between Song Qingchun and Song Menghua, and was a little depressed, but now he saw her coaxing like this, his heart gradually softened, and he couldn't help but turn his head and glanced at her.

Song Qingchun came into contact with Su Zhinian's smile, and immediately bent the corners of his lips and smiled sweetly: "If you don't believe me, I'll ask the doctor later, but I really can't go out tonight, it's very cold, the wind is very strong, and your body will not be able to stand it......"

Su Zhinian nodded slightly, although she didn't speak, but it made Song Qingchun's eyebrows and eyes warmer, she handed the spoon to his mouth, he slowly opened his mouth and swallowed.

Su Zhinian's reaction fell on Su Mu's eyes, as if she had won the lottery.

……

After drinking the porridge, Song Qingchun handed the bowl to Su Mu, picked up the water cup on the table, rinsed Su Zhinian's mouth, and then went to the bathroom, took a warm wet towel out, and wiped his face and hands clean.

Song Qingchun's dedication to serving him so wholeheartedly made Su Zhinian's expression slowly become calmer.

It was not too early, Song Qingchun covered Su Zhinian with a quilt, and told him softly that she would send Su's mother back to the hotel first, and then come back later.

After Su Zhinian nodded, Song Qingchun and Su's mother left the ward.

When Song Qingchun turned back to the ward, Su Zhinian had already slept, half of his body was exposed, Song Qingchun stepped forward lightly, turned off the headlights in the ward, turned on the dim sleep light, and then helped him carefully cover the quilt.

The ward was very quiet, Song Qingchun crawled by the bed, and gradually fell asleep because of lack of sleep.

However, she didn't fall asleep, and woke up suddenly when she heard Su Zhinian's muffled snort because of the pain, and then Song Qingchun heard a "hum" again, which came from Su Zhinian's throat, and it was very low, and even she could feel the squeak he gritted his teeth hard to endure because of the pain.

Song Qingchun subconsciously turned on the light, and saw Su Zhinian's face pale, sweat on his forehead, his hands tightly grasping the futon, and his whole body trembled constantly.

Song Qingchun remembered that when the nurse came to give Su Zhinian an injection today, she told her that the analgesic had been removed, and Su Zhinian was likely to be very uncomfortable when the wound was painful, and she could endure it, and it was best not to rely on painkillers. Domain

Song Qingchun subconsciously touched Su Zhinian's forehead, not burning, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was not the deterioration of the condition, but the pain of the wound.

Song Qingchun rushed to the bathroom, moistened the towel with warm water, and came out to help Su Zhinian wipe the sweat on his forehead, she saw that his aching body was curled up, her heart was sour and painful, and she couldn't help but say, "I'll go to the nurse and come over and give you an injection, okay?" ”

Before Song Qingchun could get up, Su Zhinian grabbed her wrist.

Song Qingchun knew that he meant to stop her, so she had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed with him, patting his uninjured shoulder with a bit of comfort.

However, her actions like this had no effect at all, his painful lips turned white, Song Qingchun's distressed tears fell, and he no longer ignored his wishes, and stretched out his hand to ring the call bell on the wall.

Su Zhinian's wrist slammed into the bed and pulled her to the bed, and his breathing was particularly heavy and rapid because of the pain.