"Master Mu..." the little nurse sighed softly and said: "When he first arrived at our hospital, his heartbeat was almost non-existent and his breathing was very weak. I don't know the specific cause of the injury. I only know that he suffered from blood loss. Shock caused by too much.”
"Loss of blood..." Luo Qingchen's eyes trembled, her heart pounding.
Why did they lose so much blood? What happened during the few days they walked out of the desert.
"Yes..." the little nurse asked respectfully, "Do you want Miss Luo to go in?"
"Yeah." Luo Qingchen nodded and said, "I'll be alone for a while. I'll call you if anything happens."
"OK."
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She closed the door gently, and the light in the ward was dim. Mu Lichuan was lying quietly on the hospital bed with a life detector next to him.
The blood pressure is too low, the heartbeat is too fast, and the vital signs are indeed unstable.
She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a sore nose and her eyes were slightly red.
This time was very different from the past. She didn't even know who the enemy was. She didn't even know why this happened. Who was Su Man? After poisoning them and leading them into a dangerous zone, where did she go
There were many questions in her mind that she couldn't figure out, but at this moment she didn't want to think too much.
The most important thing is that Mu Lichuan wakes up. Before that... other things can be put aside.
"You must wake up..." Luo Qingchen raised her hand slightly and touched his head gently and said, "I still have a lot to say."
It happened too suddenly, not the kind of face-to-face separation of life and death, but a separation where she was not given a chance to say goodbye.
"Didi-di-di-" Just as she was immersed in her own thoughts, her cell phone rang.
Luo Qingchen glanced at the text message from Lan Zhi.
She opened her inbox, and Lan Zhi sent her text messages almost every day, always asking if she was awake.
It seems that they are all out of danger.
(I woke up and it’s okay.—Luo Qingchen)
"Didi-di-di-"
(Let’s meet.—Lan Zhi)
Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, glanced at Mu Lichuan's face, leaned over slightly, kissed him between his eyebrows and said, "Have a good rest and wake up soon."
After the sound fell, she put her phone in her pocket and walked out of Mu Lichuan's ward.
In fact, she didn't see the young man lying on the hospital bed gently fluttering his long eyelashes.
After she returned to her ward, she quietly changed out of her hospital gown and put on her own clothes.
At nine-thirty in the evening, there was no one in the corridor of the hospital.
She texted Lan Zhi and told her to wait in the cafe downstairs of the No. 1 Hospital. After all, Lan Zhi must not have recovered well, and she didn't want her to run around.
Because she could clearly feel that her body was still very weak, and she would feel dizzy and tinnitus after taking a few more steps.
Probably due to the time, there were not many people in the cafe. Lan Zhi was still wearing a hospital uniform and sitting in the corner.
When she saw Luo Qingchen, she just waved lightly and was no longer as enthusiastic as before.
It seems that after experiencing something, people will grow and become vicissitudes of life.
Luo Qingchen sat down opposite her and said with trembling eyebrows, "Are you okay?"
"I ordered milk for you." The next second, Lan Zhi just said, "I'm fine."
When she said this, she bit her lip slightly, with a sad look between her eyebrows. (To be continued)