"Then he has to have a chance to know." Di Yating shrugged his shoulders indifferently, pulled Gong Yue over, and walked quickly towards the door.

"Little bun, slow down, don't pull the wound!" Gong Yue was pulled by him, and when she saw his big horn movements, she was anxious.

"Come on, little old woman, I'll go slowly, okay? You are so angry, you found out before the enemy arrived, how could I be surprised? Dia Ting sighed.

Gong Yue was stunned for a moment, and pouted inexplicably, "What enemy?" ”

Could it be that people have mixed into Dinghua?

Gong Yue suddenly became a little nervous, and her first reaction was to go back to Beibei's ward.

Seeing that she had misunderstood, Di Yating hurriedly pulled the person up, made a big move, and pulled the wound on his back, and gasped, "Kitten, don't move, no one mixes in, you don't have to be so nervous." ”

Gong Yue breathed a sigh of relief and glared back at him, "Then why are you talking about the enemy, scaring me to death." ”

“……”

His rival in love, counted?

Diating pursed his lips and did not speak.

He slowed down and approached the next ward.

Gong Yue didn't know what he was thinking, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door as soon as he walked to the door, but Di Yating grabbed her little hand and pulled her back.

"Shhhh

"What are you doing? It's rude to go in without knocking, what if it's inconvenient for someone else? Gong Yue stabbed Di Yating with his elbow and whispered.

"What's so inconvenient about a lonely man and a widow!" Di Yating grabbed the doorknob with his big hand, and originally planned to listen to the enemy's mood, but was reminded by Gong Yue's words, and without saying a word, he unscrewed the door lock and pushed in.

……

In the hospital room.

Ouya leaned on the head of the bed, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, with short black hair scattered on her face, which set off her small cheeks very delicately.

Sitting quietly, there was no blood on her face, and she looked very pale, but it made her look a little delicate, which made people feel distressed.

The cuts on the palms of the hands and the scratches on the arms have been dealt with, and they are placed on the quilt weakly with gauze.

Mangi sat in front of the bed, staring at her without speaking.

The dark brown pupils revealed a trace of gentleness, and his good-looking face became more and more noble in the faint light, coupled with the compelling aura on his body, just sitting quietly, it was impossible to ignore his existence.

"I'm fine, why do you have to lie down?" Ouya pursed her lips and asked softly, her eyes were a little blank, but she didn't dare to look at Mangji's eyes.

"The injuries on your body are not serious, but your physical strength is very overdrawn, and there are signs of cold, so it is the doctor's advice to let you rest more." Every word of Mangi is full of tenderness.

The body sitting on the chair moved slightly, picked up an apple from the cabinet next to the bed, picked up the fruit knife, and gently sliced it.

Carefully cut the peeled apple into small pieces and put it on a plate before sending it to Ouya, "Eat a little more fruit, which is conducive to the recovery of your wound." ”

“…… I don't want to eat, Mangi, I want to go see Dia Ting. Ouya looked at the fruit dish in front of him, and couldn't help but say.

As her words fell, it was obvious that Mangi's hand holding the fruit plate was shaking, and it quickly stabilized again.

He raised his head and smiled elegantly, "With so many doctors here, he will be fine, you are also a patient yourself, when you are better, I will accompany you to see him." ”