Probably because he heard the sound of her blowing the medicine a few times just now, Li Nanheng didn't drink it at first, but Feng Ling used a spoon to forcefully pry open some of the medicine on his still lips, and gave him the medicine bit by bit. She fed her in until the man frowned, as if she felt her hands would be sore if she kept holding them up like this. They kept insisting on each other for a long time. He opened his unfocused eyes and calmly opened his mouth to take the medicine.
Seeing that he actually cooperated, Feng Ling's heart finally dropped a little, and his lips were stained with a smile for the first time in several days, and he continued to feed.
She fed her diligently, but he couldn't see it at this time and didn't say anything until he drank most of the medicine. Feng Ling turned around and asked the doctor with his eyes if he wanted to continue feeding her. The doctor looked at the remaining medicine and told him with his eyes. She can.
This kind of eye contact was a common way of communication between two people who didn't understand each other when I was taking care of Ah K at the doctor's house a few days ago. Although Doctor Mona knows a little bit of simple Chinese, his vocabulary is very small, except for occasionally necessary words. Apart from dialogue, it is basically impossible to communicate normally for a long time.
Feng Ling put down the bowl, picked up a clean towel and gently wiped the medicine stains around his mouth. The man did not resist. Although he could not see, his eyes did not stay in the direction of her, and he was obviously tilting his head. , don’t “look” at her.
Feng Ling was here tonight, especially after Li Nanheng woke up. She didn't say a word the whole time. Even though they knew each other well, she didn't speak. She just sat by the bed and watched him, taking care of him and accompanying him.
Even though there was an obvious indifference in his eyes.
Late at night, when Carrie had not come back, Granny Mai came over, brought them some food, and then told Feng Ling that Carrie had gone to her place to spend the night tonight, so there was no need to worry.
Not long after, Dr. Mona also made an emergency call because a child of a family in the town was sick. He asked Feng Lingxian to stay here alone and prepare the medicine and put it aside to warm.
Late at night, even though this was Carrie's house, it was quiet with only two people left.
Feng Ling sat silently by the bed and looked at the man who had laid down again. Li Nanheng closed her eyes. The red spots around her eyes had recovered a lot now. She tentatively reached out to touch them. He checked his eyelids to see if there were any signs of heat. As soon as his hand reached over, still one centimeter away from his eyes, the man's raised hand suddenly grasped his wrist.
Although Li Nanheng was not very strong, his intention to stop him was obvious.
His eyes should now be the most sensitive place in his body and mind.
Feng Ling retracted his fingers, looked down at him, endured it for a long time, and finally took his hand back and said softly: "Li Nanheng."
The man closed his eyes and didn't respond. He just put his hand quietly back to his side. He heard her voice without any unnecessary reaction, as if it was just an unrelated person talking nearby and disturbing his sleep. It's just an attitude of indifference.
Seeing that he was not stimulated to any great emotional ups and downs, Feng Ling determined that the two times he coughed up blood were coincidences, so he moved closer to the bed and whispered: "Boss Li..."
After hearing these three words, the man on the bed still had no reaction.
"Ah K has lost a leg." She said softly, "Did you know?"
Finally, the news that he learned after many days of sleeping made the man's brows wrinkle silently. Although it was not obvious, even the slightest emotional fluctuation could still be caught by Feng Ling sitting beside the bed. arrive.
She continued: "He knows that you risked your life to save him, so even if he lost a leg, he at least saved his life."
The room was quiet, except for the smell of the medicine that was disgusting and bitter but still acceptable. Feng Ling's voice seemed very quiet in this quiet room, and the clear and clean voice clearly broke through the night. The dark mist penetrated the high wall layer by layer.
"If, at this moment, Ah K gave up the opportunity to be treated because he lost a leg and had some symptoms caused by chemical poisoning on his body, would you hate him for being stubborn? Would you want to wake him up? "
Feng Ling looked at his face as he spoke: "Just like I am doing to you now, if you weren't really so weak that you can't even stand up, Li Nanheng, I would have slapped you a few times before talking."
Having said this, Feng Ling suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at the man who had his eyes closed without any reaction: "Are you scolding me in your heart now? I've never been very gentle to you, right?"
"I still remember what you said to me, so now I can ask you in turn." She lay on the bedside, close to his ear, and whispered: "Li Nanheng, you broke into my life domineeringly. For more than ten years, my life has been thrown into chaos one after another. Now if you say you don’t remember me, you won’t remember me. Do I agree?"
He didn't speak, and Feng Ling wasn't in a hurry. She knew he was awake anyway.
"Speaking of which, the last time we met was in Washington. The night before, you should have some idea of how you got me drunk step by step." Feng Ling's voice was clear: "What? Now? Are you so eager to get rid of me, are you afraid that I will settle a score with you? You deliberately got me drunk and tricked me, right? "
Feng Ling continued to lean close to his ear as he spoke, and the breath from his lips gently brushed his ear: "You should know very well later that I was already awake at that time, and everything that happened after returning to the room from the hot spring pool, I remember every scene, do you want me to repeat to you what happened?”
Finally, the man on the bed, who always looked as if he was stoic and calm, turned his pale face away slightly, obviously avoiding her breath.
Feng Ling, who had always been passive, always contradictory and unreasonable in matters between men and women, and whose emotional intelligence was obviously not very high, now took the initiative to mention that night, his voice slowly and softly. It was soft, and there was a different kind of ferocity in the sultry voice.
He disowned her, so she was angry.
But she couldn't be angry.
Feng Ling just looked at his face, and he didn't turn around. From this angle, his stubbled jawline showed that he had really lost a lot of weight.
She no longer leaned close to the bed, but just stood on the edge of the bed with one hand, looking at him with watery eyes. Her voice sounded very calm, but she deliberately raised the end of it slightly: "What did I do when I was drunk?" What does it look like? What makes you so obsessed with getting me drunk?"
"Li Nanheng, don't avoid my topic. Maybe you can think about it this way. Maybe I just want to see you alive again, and I just want to settle accounts with you?"