Several of the most skilled doctors in the Second Hospital watched a medical miracle unfold before their eyes.
Self-healing.
Complete self-healing.
After observing for a while, the patient's vital signs were normal, but he was still unconscious. It seemed unnecessary to keep him in the operating room and he could be transferred to the general ward for observation.
Wen Qiao didn't know how long he had been unconscious, because this experience was extremely terrifying. It was completely different from sleeping. He had no consciousness, just like... dead.
Suddenly she felt that she could breathe, and she sat up abruptly. By the gloomy window, sat a familiar tall figure. She instinctively reached out and hugged him.
Her whole body was trembling with the fear of surviving a disaster.
The longest period she can stay away from Fu Nanli is thirteen days. Once the thirteen days are up, her body will really have problems.
Thirteen is not a good number. Jesus was betrayed and killed by the thirteenth disciple Judas.
So Westerners hate the number thirteen.
Now she also hates Thirteen.
She hugged Fu Nanli tightly, her voice trembling: "Don't leave me."
She doesn't want to die yet. She is still young and has a lot of things to do. Without her, her mother and brother will be bullied.
She knew she was afraid.
Fu Nanli had never seen her so afraid of sticking to him. It was a fear engraved in her bones. He didn't know what she had been through, and his heart inexplicably tightened.
His large hands gently stroked her back, his voice low and warm, "I'm not leaving."
Wen Qiao hugged him tightly, like a drowning man holding on to the only piece of driftwood in his hand.
Being relied on by the other person like this will make the person being relied on have an endless desire to protect her. Fu Nanli hugged her back, his voice becoming more gentle: "It's okay."
Everything was seen by Zhuang Yan who was standing at the door.
There was anger in his eyes and his fists were clenched tightly.
Isn’t he the one Wen Qiao likes
Before the college entrance examination, she would always secretly look at him and stare at him absentmindedly. Wherever he went, he could not escape her loving and infatuated eyes. Why did her feelings fade away so quickly? Why could she suddenly throw herself into the arms of another man
Fu Nanli could feel a burning gaze behind him. He turned around with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Are you ready to leave?"
Only then did Wen Qiao realize that Zhuang Yan was also in the ward, but his body was still hanging dependently on Fu Nanli.
The experiment was completed and she couldn't leave Fu Nanli.
She is now like a fish in a dried-up pond. Fu Nanli is the source of her survival. She is terrified and wishes she would never leave him for even a moment.
In Zhuang Yan's eyes, it was very glaring.
He walked to the end of the bed, looked at Wen Qiao, who was sick and dependent on others, and asked her, "Who is he to you?"
Wen Qiao felt like laughing when she heard his tone.
It sounded like the tone of a legitimate boyfriend questioning his girlfriend after catching her cheating on him.
Zhuang Yan? Why
"He's my boyfriend." She held Fu Nanli's hand and faced Zhuang Yan's pressing gaze without avoiding or giving way.
"When did it happen?" He hid his inexplicable anger and just wanted to get a definite answer from her.
"It happened last year, in June."
"June? Didn't you write me a love letter in June?"
He was really crazy. He actually questioned such a thing. He was like a child who couldn't get candy and threw a tantrum. His words and actions were completely out of his control.
"Love letter?" The girl looked weak due to her illness. Her face was pale, but her eyes were not weak. The redness in her eyes was caused by her extreme fear. She looked pitiful. "Didn't you throw it away? You threw it into the trash can. You watched those busybodies take the love letter out of the trash can and post it on the bulletin board. Do you think I, Wen Qiao, am worthy of liking you? Didn't you trample on my self-esteem? Didn't you let the whole school laugh at me for a year? Why are you talking about love letters now?"
(End of this chapter)