After a heavy rain, Dongfang Han developed a high fever due to inflammation of the unhealed wound.
She was lying on the bed at this time, opening her eyes and quietly looking at Li Na and the others who were busying her in the room. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
There was a sudden warmth in her heart, covering her cold heart.
How long has she... haven't experienced this feeling.
"Dongfang, you're awake..." Xia Rongrong realized that Dongfang Han had already woke up, and immediately asked Li Na behind him to pour her a glass of water, and then walked up to help Dongfang Han carefully, "You must be thirsty, Drink carefully."
After drinking a few sips of water, Dongfang Han licked his chapped lips, "Where did they go, Teacher Gao Yuan?"
"They just sent the doctor out, that's right! This is an anti-inflammatory medicine. Take it quickly." Haili suddenly thought of the medicine on the table and quickly handed it up.
"Be careful..." Xia Rongrong looked at Dongfang Han's pale and haggard face after taking the medicine.
Xia Rongrong's voice choked in her throat, and the mist was surging, she didn't know what to say next.
Seeing this, Dongfang Han sighed. Although Xia Rongrong is very meek and attentive, her character is really...
"Don't worry, I'm fine. After a few days of rest, my body will return to what it used to be." Because she was worried about them, she hurried to leave the hospital. In addition, the recent weather was not so good and the rest was not good, which affected the recovery of the wound. That's why she became like this.
"Dongfang, please don't do such dangerous things again in the future. Li Na and Yi Changfeng told us that you almost died at that moment..." Thinking of her rescue in the emergency room, the kind of panic and suffocation feel. I still have lingering fears so far.
Even if Dongfang Han had an'immortal body', it was inevitable.
Because no one can guarantee whether she will be so lucky to escape from death next time.
Looking at the three people in front of him with their worried and sad eyes, Dongfang Han sighed helplessly, "I'm sorry, I worried you!" His tone was full of sincere apologies.
At this time, suddenly the door of the room was knocked, Xia Rongrong and the others looked back and saw Zhuo Lin standing at the door looking at them.
"Then you have a good rest, let's go out first."
After speaking, Xia Rongrong got up and left the room with Li Na and the others, closing the door gently.
"How is your body?" Zhuo Lin came up, turned and sat down on the chair below him.
"Well, it's okay." After Dongfang Han handed the water glass to Zhuo Lin, he looked at his figure, hesitated for a moment, and said what he had always wanted to say, "My body is getting worse and worse. ."
Zhuo Lin paused and put the cup in his hand on the table with a "bang", then turned his head and looked at her condemningly, "What are you talking about! You are not a god. It is normal for ordinary people to get sick occasionally." Thing."
"My body is only known to me. With the frequent injuries in recent years, even in the end, I will come back from the ghost gate, but I know that one day I will reach the limit, because I am not favored by God." Then, Dongfang Han stretched out his hand to hold Zhuo Lin's big hand covered with a thick layer of calluses, and held it tightly on the palm of his hand, "But don't worry, I will try my best to survive and tell you a secret Zhuolin."
Looking at Zhuo Lin’s puzzled eyes, Dongfang Han’s cracked lips rose slightly, and he pulled him in front of him. He lowered his head and said softly in his ear, “I like the dishes you cook very much, and hope that Just stay with everyone like this."
In an instant, tears gushed from the corner of Zhuo Lin's eyes, and the man did not flick his tears, but he could not hold back the sadness in his heart, and the unstoppable joy.
Outside the window, it began to drizzle again, and the pattering voice echoed in the quiet room.
For an instant, Zhuo Lin hugged her tightly in his arms and said deeply, "Don't be afraid of Dongfang Han, you will definitely live a long life and be safe."
"… it is good."
Dongfang Han raised his hand and gently touched Zhuo Lin's somewhat pierced hair, but his eyes gradually dimmed.
She looked up at the cloudy sky outside the window, as if she was in a gloomy mood, unable to see the end of the road.
Now she doesn't ask for anything, just hope that time can pass a bit slower, so that she can enjoy the hard-won peace and happiness.
Even if this is short...