Yan Qing stayed outside the glass wall of the intensive care unit, and just stood there quietly, watching doctors and nurses come in and out, using various medical instruments on Huo Yunshen's body, and his drooping eyelashes never moved.
No one could persuade her to persuade her. She stopped crying and her eyes were calm. Except for standing there stubbornly, she seemed normal.
Most of Huo's cronies were withdrawn, and only the white coats passed by. Everyone knew Yan Qing, a popular female star and Mr. Huo's wife. Online rumors described the relationship between the husband and wife as complicated and false. But now everyone has seen it with their own eyes, Mr. Huo can do it for the sake of his wife's life, and the wife seems to be stunned. She is pale and slender in a hospital gown, stubbornly guarding a bed that she can't touch.
Dr. He was in a hurry, circling back and forth, afraid that his wife would recover after a long time, and her body would not be able to take it so long before she could recuperate.
Min Jing patted him on the shoulder: "You can rest, my wife will take care of me."
"But she..."
"Don't underestimate her," Min Jing shook his head, "My sister-in-law is very powerful, she was taken so far, she forgot everything, and she can still come back to Brother Shen by herself. In the past, everyone treated Brother Shen badly, only the sister-in-law. One, accept him firmly."
His eyes were a little hot behind the lens: "When she first came back, I still complained about her, thinking about how stupid I was, how much affection she had to have to endure those hardships and have a present with Brother Shen. "
Min Jing took care of himself, who had lost his image, picked up a coat and walked to Yan Qing.
"Sister-in-law," he called out again a few years ago, "put it on, don't get sick."
Yan Qing didn't look at him and said softly, "No need."
Min Jing was ready to say, "It's Brother Shen's coat."
Yan Qing's fingertips trembled, and she immediately took the clothes and held them tightly in her arms, absorbing the faint breath left by him.
Min Jing didn't persuade her to leave, but brought her a small cushioned sofa and put it on a pleasant topic, trying to divert her attention: "Jiang Ying was crippled by the bombing, those bodyguards helped Zhou and killed him. The one who kidnapped you at the door of the room was the worst, and Huang Feng who locked the door—"
He snorted coldly: "The old guy found out that our people were outside. When he got to the first floor, he deliberately didn't go to the main entrance. He turned out the window. It was too dark and he couldn't see clearly. He tripped on the window frame and broke his leg. Jiang Ying was dealt with by the supervisory agency together."
"The lines they buried in the Huo family have been cleaned up, and all the relevant people have been cleaned up. There will be no hidden dangers in the group in the future, and it will be completely owned by Brother Shen."
Yan Qing stared at Huo Yunshen on the hospital bed, and after listening to this, her lips curved: "Min Jing, I'm fine, you don't need to bother, I just don't want to leave him."
Min Jing was suddenly at a loss for words, and his nose was sore.
The sister-in-law understands that he doesn't really want to say this, he's just making her happy.
Just like when I was in school, whenever Brother Shen got into a fight with someone, he didn't dare to show his face. As a little follower, he habitually made up reasons to go to Yun Qing to explain. Yun Qing always lowered his eyes softly and said to him. : "He's hurt again, right? I'll take a peek at him, don't let him know, I don't want him to be alone."
Min Jing's eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Sister-in-law, you're finally back."
Yan Qing's eyes were reflected on the glass, with a layer of clear water, she murmured, "How did he live in those three years?"
Min Jing's stomach full of words seemed to find an outlet, and he wanted to tell her a thousand words, wishing to tell her every bit of brother Shen's pain incisively and vividly, but after babbling for a long time, he finally squeezed out one word: "Life is better than death. "
Yan Qing gripped his coat tighter.
She didn't need to think about it to know.
The comatose person on the bed had been intimate with her for a long time in the new memory, but after recovering all the lost past, she carefully traced his face through the glass, only to find that he had changed a lot.
In the past, the gloomy and arrogant young man, in order to find her, traveled a lot of dangerous roads alone, cutting off all the green and sharp edges and corners, and became a man who can support her.
On the bridge of the reunion, he hugged her frantically and repeated, "Qingqing, it's me", because he was afraid that he would change too much, and she didn't want to recognize him.
Yan Qing lowered her head, buried her chin in his collar, rubbed her cheek against the fabric he was wearing, and sobbed softly: "Yun Shen, don't be afraid, I'll never lose it when I come back."
Huo Yunshen's condition began to improve at noon the next day. She was removed from the ventilator and changed from the intensive care unit to the regular ward. Yan Qing stayed by his bedside. When there were many people, she behaved calmly and insisted on being Mrs. Huo. , not to embarrass Mr. Huo in front of a large group of doctors and nurses.
When everyone was gone, the door was closed intimately, and only she and Huo Yunshen were left in the huge space. Yan Qing eagerly kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He gently lifted the quilt to check his injuries.
The muzzle of the gun was bandaged layer by layer, and his left body had various degrees of burns and splinter cuts, from the shoulder to the calf. Only the waist was still intact.
Yanqing bit her lip so bloody, she couldn't hold back the tears, she didn't dare to touch him anywhere, she covered him, curled herself into a small ball, huddled beside him, and touched his face with her fingers, Carefully kiss the corner of the lips.
The doctor explained before he left that Mr. Huo's dangerous period passed safely, and he would be fine when he woke up. All he can do now is wait.
Yanqing didn't rest for a long time. Her memory recovered, her severely damaged cranial nerves were repairing themselves, and she instinctively needed sleep. She was worried that she would accidentally injure him while sleeping on the bed, so she reluctantly got out of bed and pulled the chair to the wall near the bed. Relying on drowsiness.
When she couldn't hold back and closed her eyes, Huo Yunshen's fingertips moved.
When she fell into a light sleep, the man struggled to open his eyes, opened his dry lips slightly, and called out "Qingqing" subconsciously.
The voice was hoarse, tearing at the throat, and the two words were bitten vaguely.
Explosion, fire scene, Qingqing fell out of the window, he didn't have time to look at her...
It took only a few seconds for Huo Yunshen's chaotic consciousness to wake up. His eyes turned from empty to clear, and then burst into unbelievable fire. He struggled to confirm where he was. It was in the hospital... All the touch and smell were real. Make people tremble.
He involuntarily propped up his body, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in the shoulder that was injured by the gunshot.
Huo Yunshen couldn't wait. He wanted to get out of bed to find someone. He was implicated in injuries everywhere. The sweat on his back soaked his clothes until his legs were pulled. The unbearable pain forced him to fall down. No small noise.
Yan Qing slept uneasy, woke up as if feeling a little bit, and stared at him blankly.
Sweat was streaming down his forehead, and the bandages had dark red dots.
Yan Qing stood up abruptly, shaking the chair with her legs.
She was sitting by the wall flush with the head of the bed. Huo Yunshen didn't see her. At this moment, he followed the prestige and met her pale face.
The last picture chiseled in the bone and blood is of her desperately falling into the night sky.
Now, she is in front of her.
My heart was turned upside down, like a lifetime.
"Qingqing..."
The two words choked on his lips.
Yan Qing's hands and feet were all stiff, and he didn't obey.
Huo Yun stared at her deeply. Before she could rush over, a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He had asked Dr. He to wash Qingqing's memory after his death, treating him as a passing moment...
Is it... already implemented.
Huo Yunshen's face was bloodless, his fingers clasped tightly, and he asked in a hiss, "Qingqing, do you remember who I am?"
It was the husband who should have died and let her regain her freedom without even a trace of distress.
still…
How could Yan Qing not understand what he meant? It's okay not to mention it. When she mentioned this, her heart became a puddle of mud.
She held back her tears, forced herself to be expressionless, and said to him firmly, "Isn't it my husband?"
Let you sacrifice, let you drop me, let you erase yourself!
Huo Yunshen heard her indifferent tone, and his eyes flushed red.
As soon as he showed a little reaction, Yan Qing collapsed. Her blood-coagulated legs strode away and ran towards him step by step. When she reached the edge of the bed, her knees were weak and she rushed over to hug his waist.
Tears poured down, she raised her head and bit his lips, her voice was fierce and soft, she sobbed and asked, "Yun Shen, aren't you my husband?"