The other bed in the small two-bed room was empty. Duan Jiaxu was the only one in the ward at this time. The room was too quiet, empty and lonely. He lay flat on his back, his Adam's apple slid, and he didn't speak.
The corners of his lips were straight, and his face was expressionless. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Without hearing his consent, Sang Zhi did not dare to go in, and could only ask again, "Is it okay?"
Duan Jiaxu finally spoke and asked softly, "Have you eaten?"
"I just went to buy a loaf of bread nearby," Sang Zhi blinked, hesitantly walked to his side, and handed him the bag, "I also bought a box of oolong tea."
"This will fill you up," Duan Jiaxu glanced at him, "Let's order some takeout."
Sang Zhi shook her head. "I'm not very hungry."
Duan Jiaxu: "You haven't eaten anything yet, how come you're not hungry?"
"I'm just not hungry." Sang Chi put the bag on the table next to him, turned around and moved the chair at the end of the bed to the bedside, moving slowly, "I will eat when I want to. I'm a grown-up and I won't starve myself."
Duan Jiaxu stared at her, suddenly smiled, and said nothing more.
Sang Chi sat on the chair, took out the bread, and whispered, "I just asked the nurse, you have to lie flat for six hours, and then you can get out of bed after twelve hours."
"Um."
Sang Chi took a bite of the bread and muttered, "And you can't eat anything yet. You have to eat liquid food for a week. This drip will probably take three days."
Duan Jiaxu listened casually and responded with another “Yeah.”
Then the room became quiet.
The only sound left was the rustling sound made by Sang Chi eating.
There was a heater in the ward, and Sang Chi felt a little hot after sitting for a while. She stood up, took off her coat, folded it a few times and hung it on the chair.
Noticing her movements, Duan Jiaxu glanced at her, fixed his gaze for a few seconds, and then said calmly, "Why are you wearing a skirt in the middle of winter?"
The silence was suddenly broken.
Sang Zhi raised her head and happened to meet his slightly upturned eyes.
The tone was the same as when her mother caught her not wearing long johns in autumn.
To some extent, this person is like a combination of her father, mother, and brother. At home, she was always controlled by others in terms of what to wear, and even when Sang Chi didn't want to come here, she was still controlled.
"This is a long skirt." Sang Chi lowered her head and continued to chew the bread. "You can wear it if you want."
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Duan Jiaxu turned his head to look at her.
She ate the same way as before, with her cheeks puffed up like a little pufferfish. He wanted to laugh, but was afraid of tearing the wound, so he spoke softly, "It's colder here than in Nanwu. Just be careful, it's not easy to get sick."
Hearing this, Sang Chi inexplicably recalled the last time she came to Yihe. The food in her mouth suddenly became hard to swallow. She didn't look at him, picked up the oolong tea, took a sip, and nodded.
After reluctantly finishing the bread, Sang Chi looked at the time and said, "Brother Jiaxu, do you want to go to sleep?"
"What time is it?"
"It's almost eleven."
Duan Jiaxu "How do you sleep"
Sang Zhi thought for a moment and said, "I'll rent a companion chair. It doesn't cost much."
"Wouldn't it be uncomfortable for you to sleep in the accompanying chair?" Duan Jiaxu frowned, clearly disagreeing, "The bed next to it is empty, go and rent that one."
"No need." Sang Chi muttered, "I'm not here to enjoy life."