Qing Ruolan felt that she had a very long dream.

Long enough to relive your life as a spectator.

The first birthday party since I can remember. At that time, I was just 3 years old, right? Wearing a pink princess dress, holding my mother's hand and sitting on my father's lap, smiling like the sun.

In the early autumn of the year when he was 5 years old, he completed the triple jump in the face of the doubts of the school teacher who was too young: it took less than 2 years to complete the course quickly. On the day he got his graduation certificate, the little nose seemed to be proud of it.

And then.

Subconsciously frowning, Qing Ruolan instinctively wanted to skip this scene. But she couldn't control her body, nor her dreams.

Mom is gone.

It is impossible for a child who is not yet 8 years old to fully understand death, at least at that time, I was still very vague about the concept of "lost forever".

At the funeral, the little self held a small umbrella.

The clothes are black.

Umbrellas, also black.

Looking at the rainy crowd and the sky, I wondered when my mother would play enough of the game and go home to bake a fragrant cake for herself.

As my father's business expanded and expanded, he began to assist in the company's business after graduating from business school. Maybe because of the dual reasons of nature and family, I don't have any friends.

Until I met Zhao Qixing.

Unconsciously wanted to smile, this close friend, who was not much older than himself, has been taking care of herself like a sister, which largely fills her desire for maternal love after losing her mother at an early age. She understands her temperament: to be strong and competitive. Every time she is ignorant, although she complains, she will always break off for herself.

Including this time, for his own safety, he returned home overnight, and a new security team was arranged.

Woods.

Qing Ruolan was actually quite curious about him. Because he saved himself? There is gratitude, but I have been pampered since I was a child, and I will not have an interest in exploring a person because of this. Because he rejects himself? Not really. Although I was a little annoyed when I was rejected for the first time, I was by no means such a petty person.

But when I saw a beautiful girl holding his arm, I felt a little sad in my heart.

Why?

It's so sad.

Qing Ruolan, who was stimulated by the sudden sharp pain, groaned unconsciously. When she opened her eyes blankly, she couldn't see anything in the blazing white light. I instinctively wanted to raise my hand to block the light, but I found that my body was uncontrollable and there was no response.

"It's ...... Where?"

"Are you awake?" a voice of surprise sounded, with a crying voice: "Doctor, doctor, come quickly, the patient is awake!"

"Please stay awake! Can you see me?"

"You...... Who is it?" Blindfolded, Qing Ruolan felt that it was a man dressed in white who spoke. But why, he seems to be crying?

Why...... Want to cry?

The doctor did not answer her questions. Looking at Qing Ruolan's eyeball instinct, she followed the synchronous movement of her shaking fingers, and issued instructions to the assistant beside her: "The patient is conscious, and his pulse and blood pressure are gradually returning to normal." Inject anesthetic! Her current physical condition can no longer withstand this pain!"

Struggling to regain control of his body, it was as if it was on the verge of collapse. The arm was gently pressed, and Qing Ruolan, who had gradually adapted to the light, found that it was indeed a man who spoke, and he was really crying.

"Please don't move, please don't move. The doctor's face was full of tears: "It will be done soon, please don't waste his efforts." ”

Whose...... Pay?

As the doctor kept turning her head, Qing Ruolan moved her cervical spine a little slowly.

Woods.

There was another cart lying flat not far from Qing Ruolan's side, and Lin Ye, who was lying on it, was smiling silently at her, his face pale and not like a living person. Looking at the life pipeline connecting herself and Lin Ye in disbelief, Qing Ruolan, whose eyes were wide open, understood for the first time that tears were not just exaggerated adjectives.

"This one, this gentleman. The doctor seemed to explain, and his tone was choked: "In order to save you, I offered to exchange his own blood for you." But before, your blood flow speed was too fast, if you performed anesthesia and then exchange blood for him, he was afraid that his output speed would not be able to keep up with you after his body function was reduced. So...... So ......"

"So, he didn't even inject anesthetics, and he didn't even snort because he had been carrying the severe pain of blood drawing from a living body!" The doctor couldn't go on anymore, and a little nurse next to him cried with pear blossoms: "More than 40 minutes! More than 40 minutes! He even scratched the sheets! But he ...... But he ......"

"Don't ......"

"You, what did you say?" Qing Ruolan's voice was a little weak, and the doctor leaned his head closer.

"Don't ...... Anesthesia ......" The more and more intense pain poured into her body, and Qing Ruolan desperately gritted her teeth to prevent herself from humming. Qing Ruolan tried hard to smile at Lin Ye, but tears poured out uncontrollably.

Did he persist in this kind of pain for more than forty minutes?

In order to...... I.

Looking at the pale face of Lin Ye on the opposite side and the pair of clear eyes that were extremely concerned, Qing Ruolan suddenly understood the answer to the question she had in her dream.

Because in your eyes, I am just Qing Ruolan, not the princess of the Qing family.

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At midnight, the corridors of the intensive care unit were silent and haunted.

A cool breeze accompanied by an eerie tune came to my ears, and the little nurse on duty, who was sitting on the nurse's island napping, woke up in the haze. The slender neck that stirred up the cold hair shrunk into the collar, and the little nurse looked around uneasily: Did something pass just now?

The wind, stopped in front of a door.

With a slight creak, the door to 6012 was gently pushed open and closed. The lights went out and the curtains tightened to create absolute darkness in the room. But the intruder didn't seem to be affected at all.

"Do you want revenge?"

No response.

"Do you still think that when you get back on your feet, you must get back the same shame you have suffered when you return to the company?"

The room was so quiet that it didn't even seem to be able to breathe.

"Now, I'm just here to tell you. Whether it's getting back on your feet, or getting back into the office, you're dreaming. ”

When the words fell, the still and decaying air in the original room seemed to surge in an instant, and it was extremely powerful.

"Ahh

"If there's a fart, let it go. Crazy San's voice was old and hoarse, as if sandpaper was rubbing against the wall: "Then get out, Jiang Kun." ”