"I'm sorry." Song Qingchun pinched her palm hard, the pain made her not so embarrassed, she took a deep breath, and then said, "I know what to do, I will leave the hospital tomorrow." ”

"Thank you, youth." Su Mu felt that she didn't have the face to look directly into Song Qingchun's eyes, she lowered her eyes, and then apologized: "I'm sorry." ”

Song Qingchun wanted to say "It's okay", opened her mouth, but finally couldn't make a sound, she lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment, and said goodbye: "Aunt Su, if it's okay, I'll go back to the hospital first." ”

"Okay."

As soon as Song Qingchun heard Su Mu's answer, she immediately stood up, and before she left, she also went to the front desk of the café to settle Biluochun's tea money.

……

Song Qingchun came out of the hotel, along the zebra crossing, and entered the hospital in a hurry, she did not rush back to the ward, but sat on the cold bench in the garden of the building, and was stunned for a long time, until she was so cold that she couldn't stand the cold, she slowly got up and slowly entered the inpatient building.

At this time, it was already eleven o'clock at night, Song Qingchun thought that Su Zhinian had already slept, but he didn't expect to open the door and see Su Zhinian sitting on the hospital bed, staring at the night outside the window, distracted.

She paused at the door for a moment before she walked in, gently closed the door, walked to the bedside, and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Su Zhinian turned his head to look at her, didn't speak, and after a few seconds, he looked out the window again.

"Have you taken your medicine?" Song Qingchun asked, while picking up the medicine board on the table and looking at it, seeing that there were still four pills left, knowing that Su Zhinian hadn't eaten it yet, and without waiting for Su Zhinian to answer, he got up and took a glass of warm water, brought it to the bedside table, counted the medicine, and handed it to Su Zhinian: "Take the medicine, rest early." ”

When Su Zhinian raised his hand to receive the water cup, Song Qingchun noticed that the needle on the back of his hand was bleeding.

She frowned: "After you pulled out the needle, didn't you press it for a while?" Why did you shed so much blood? ”

Su Zhinian was still silent, lowered his eyes and put the medicine in his mouth, picked up the water cup, and swallowed it raw.

Song Qingchun opened the drawer on the side, took a cotton swab from it, grabbed Su Zhinian's hand, and pressed it.

The bleeding gradually stopped, Song Qingchun put the blood-stained cotton swab into the trash, found an alcohol wipe, wiped the back of his hand, and then took away the pillow behind him, helped him lie down, helped him cover the quilt, turned off the headlights in the house, and said, "Sleep." ”

Then he stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom.

Su Zhinian was like a puppet from beginning to end, letting Song Qingchun serve him, and the moment Song Qingchun turned to leave, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist.

She shuddered slightly, and before she could turn her head to look at him, a force of his arm brought her down on the bed.

"Why is it so cold?" As Su Zhinian's words settled, Song Qingchun was tightly hugged into his arms.

He hugged her tightly and hard, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly leave his side, and her back hurt.

Song Qingchun's hand hanging by his side shook slightly, and then he also raised his arm, wrapped it around his back, and hugged him back as hard as he did.

The room was quiet, and he didn't communicate anything with her.