Chapter 1001 Departure (28)

  He blushed and stared at her sullenly, as if he was about to kill someone.

   It's a pity that even if a violent immobile tiger becomes fierce, it can only be like a sick cat, without any deterrent effect.

  Yun Si helped him raise the bed so that he could sit on the pillow.

  He had a gloomy face, didn't say a word, turned aside, not looking at her.

   Really, I lost my temper again.

  Yun Si went to get a basin of hot water, soaked the towel, and wiped his face.

   And he, with air-conditioning all over his body, was silently expressing his anger.

   I don't know whether I am angry with her or want to suffocate myself.

  Yun Si combed his hair for him, and moved his fingers.

  His left hand trembled, as if responding to her touch.

   Yun Si took a meal.

  He Yan also seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and his left hand trembled again.

   It seems to be aware of—his left hand is vaguely able to move.

  Before, I had no consciousness at all, and I couldn't control it at all.

but now.

  He Yan seemed to be trying something, trying to stretch the abnormally curled left hand.

   Little by little, slowly, he opened his left hand.

  The overly slender fingers are like withered branches at this moment, wrinkled and hard, and their movements are extremely slow like an old man.

  He slowly opened and closed, opened and closed again.

   Time after time, more and more flexible, as if being infused with renewed vitality, he stared blankly, and then looked at Yun Si again.

   There seemed to be a bit of bewilderment in his eyes.

  Yun Si held the towel, smiled slowly, and continued to gently rub his hands to help him move his muscles.

   "Look, Mr. He, I just said you will get better."

  She said softly: "Take your time, don't worry, see a doctor obediently, and obey the doctor's advice, okay?"

   "The doctor will not harm you. One day, I believe you will stand up again."

  He looked at her silently, his pale face devoid of emotion.

   When Yun Si was massaging his left hand, she pinched his fingers and asked, "Do you feel it? Mr. He."

  The man seemed to be in a daze, but still nodded unconsciously, humming in a low voice.

   "Then Mr. He, can you try to hold my finger?"

   She asked, then scratched his palm like a wicked kitten.

  So, his left hand trembled, and he immediately grabbed her troubled hand.

   Tight, seems to have strength.

  Yun Si smiled slightly, but didn't move anymore.

  When she was about to tell Jiang Wenxue the good news, the man who had been sitting on the hospital bed and had been silent for a while suddenly grabbed her wrist.

  He looked up at her, his dark eyeballs moved.

  The lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

  Yun Si blinked and leaned over to listen.

  He grabbed her wrist, and his ears seemed to be red.

   lowered his eyelashes indiscriminately, with a low voice.

   He said, "I want to... go to the toilet."

  Yun Si was taken aback.

   But then, she quickly reacted.

  The urine bag under the hospital bed was already full, and he must have been holding it in.

  Yun Si patted his head amusedly, and asked, "Do you want to go to the toilet, or do you want me to help you change the urine bag?"

   Of course it is the former.

  He looked at her silently.

  Yun Si understood.

   "Then, I'll carry you there, be good and don't move around, okay?"

  He pursed his lips slightly, but said nothing, as if he had acquiesced.

  Yun Si lifted the quilt and hugged him horizontally.

  He is skinny, with little flesh on his body, as light as a ball of cotton.

  (end of this chapter)