Jun Mohan was driving halfway when he felt something was wrong with Feng Sujin. He reached out and touched her head and found that her head felt very hot.
Jun Mohan's hands trembled, and his heart felt like it was being burned.
He quickly turned the car around and took her to the hospital.
Jun Mohan called Qiu Wenzheng urgently in the car, so as soon as Feng Sujin was sent to the hospital, Qiu Wenzheng arranged for someone to treat Feng Sujin.
Jun Mohan was guarding Feng Sujin in front of the hospital bed, watching her take the infusion bottle, and holding her other hand tightly with both hands.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he blamed himself deeply.
After Qiu Wenzheng finished everything, he looked at Feng Sujin on the hospital bed and then at Jun Mohan, and couldn't help but say: "Her body has been stretched for a long time, and her insides are fragile. She cannot withstand repeated tossing. "
Jun Mohan knew the implication of Qiu Wenzheng's words and knew that heartbreak hurts the most.
"It is my fault."
Qiu Wenzheng sighed. At first, he felt that Feng Sujin might not be worthy of Jun Mohan, and he had no deep impression of her at that time.
Later he discovered that Feng Sujin was riddled with holes both physically and mentally!
He didn't know when he felt pity for this woman.
He has seen so many patients, but few are like Feng Sujin. She is injured, but she still works hard to live a strong life, as if her spirit is iron-clad.
"Don't worry, she will be fine once her fever subsides after the infusion. However, in the cold winter, don't let her catch the cold wind all night."
Jun Mohan's throat became sore, "I will take good care of her in the future."
In fact, Feng Sujin was sick and uncomfortable, and his heart was even more uncomfortable than hers. He wished he could have a fever for her and feel pain for her.
"You don't look too good either. You should go and rest first. She will be fine."
Jun Mohan shook his head and insisted: "I'm here to guard her."
How could he have the mind to rest when she didn't wake up.
When Feng Sujin fell asleep with a fever, she dreamed of many scenes.
She dreamed that a delicate little girl in a princess dress, holding a doll in her hand, quietly ran out through a hidden hole in a villa.
She ran happily, looking back from time to time, as if she was afraid of being discovered.
Then she met a young man at the entrance of an alley not far away. The young man couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he had an outstanding temperament.
When the little girl saw the boy, the brightest smile appeared on her face, "Brother Han."
Feng Sujin couldn't hear what the young man said.
But she could see the boy gently touching the girl's head.
The little girl carefully took something out of the small cloth bag and gave it to the boy.
There seemed to be snacks inside, because she ran too fast and they were all broken, but the young man picked them up and ate them one by one as if they were treasures.
In her dream, Feng Sujin could feel the special warmth lingering between the two of them.
The scene changed again and again, and later, she saw the girl running out again on a rainy day with thunder and thunder, but this time, she saw the boy being taken into a car by several adults from a distance.
She ran and ran anxiously, trying to catch up, but she was so small that she couldn't outrun the car no matter how hard she ran.
Later, she fell to the ground several times, the doll was stained, her clothes were stained, and the cake she was carrying in her little pocket that she couldn't bear to eat was squashed.
When she couldn't see the car anymore, she wanted to cry, but she seemed to be a girl who couldn't cry. There was blood in her eyes and she was very sad, but she couldn't cry a single tear, but her whole body was soaked by the rain. .
"Brother Han, Brother Han..."
Feng Sujin suddenly woke up and sat up, "Brother Han!"