In the other ward, Xixi was already asleep, one of her hands was instilling a drip, and the other hand was tightly held by He Xiyan.

He Xiyan looked at her daughter's pale little face and felt heartache.

At this time, she preferred that she was the one who was shot, and that it was herself who was lying on the hospital bed rather than her daughter.

Yuan Yuan walked over, gently put his hand on his mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, you go and rest for a while, I'll take care of Xixi." ”

Yuan Yuan really couldn't bear to see his mother working so hard and tired, he had already seen the red blood in his mother's eyes and the deep dark circles under her eyes.

Mom hasn't rested for two or three nights, and she's really worried that her mother's body can't bear it.

He Xiyan shook his head.

Where can she sleep now?

"Yuanyuan, you are looking at my sister here, don't go away, I'll go to the opposite ward to have a look."

He Xiyan's voice was hoarse and his tone was heavy.

She didn't know if he had woken up, and she wanted to go over and see him.

Yuan Yuan didn't reply, just nodded.

In fact, he could see that his mother had some feelings for Uncle Ye, unlike his father, just an ordinary friend. He was just thinking about whether he would have risked his life to block the gun to save his mother if his father was here, and he thought he would.

It's just a pity that Dad is not here, and Dad doesn't have such an opportunity.

When he grew up, he never intervened in his mother's relationship problems anymore, nor did he help his father to find ways to chase his mother back.

No matter what his mother chooses, even if he is with Uncle Ye or Uncle Chen, he will not object.

When he was a child, he hated Uncle Ye for a while, but now he doesn't hate it. He knew everything that happened back then, and he also knew that Uncle Ye, who was not related to him by blood, was not obliged to treat him as if he were his own child. At the beginning, he called Uncle Ye's father, although he didn't remember what happened before he was three years old, but Uncle Ye should have taken care of himself at that time.

Come to think of it, he didn't have any reason to hate Uncle Ye. He beat himself, but he also took care of himself.

Now he has no love or hatred for this uncle.

Yuan Yuan watched her mother go to the opposite ward, gently closed the door, and then moved a recliner to sleep next to the bed and play with her mobile phone.

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He Xiyan came to the opposite ward. She walked lightly, as if she was afraid of waking the man in the hospital bed.

When she walked to the bed, she found him awake, his amber eyes wide open.

"You're awake!" He Xiyan took a deep breath, and his tone was very heavy, as if it came from his chest.

Ye Hao blinked and looked at the woman he loved in front of him, and then hummed in a deep voice.

"Does it hurt?" He Xiyan looked at him with a frown that seemed to be tightened.

He was shot twice in the body, and his shoulder blades were cracked, and it must have hurt a lot.

Ye Hao frowned at this time, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's fine." He replied, only his suddenly trembling fingers revealing his true feelings.

He Xiyan moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, and then carefully covered the quilt for him.

At this time, Lin Li, the nurse who was invited, brought a basin of hot water and put it on the table next to the bed, ready to scrub the body of the patient on the bed. It's also an important part of her job.

He Xiyan walked over and reached out to take the handkerchief in Lin Li's hand.

"I'll do it."