Chapter 6 Vigorous and Beautiful Two Words

  When I went to call the doctor grandfather, he stopped bleeding and applied medicine again.

The old doctor’s eyes are not good, but his medical ethics is very high. He doesn’t need to look at people, and he can get the needle accurately by just touching the patient’s hand. In the past two days, every time he asks the old doctor to come up to help with the injection, he asks the nurse in his clinic to advance. Just help to prepare the medicine in the bottle, which also saves a lot of trouble.

  It was getting dark, Shi Su took Shi Mianmian into the bathroom to take a shower, then took her back to the next room to coax her to sleep, only then came out hammering her still aching shoulder.

  The man occupying her bed is still drowsy, she only glanced at it, turned around and went into the bathroom again.

   Twenty minutes later, Shi Su came out in comfortable white pajamas, wiping her wet long hair as she walked out.

  The woman with the fragrance of shower gel sat on the indoor sofa not far away. After she sat down, the man on the bed opened his eyes.

"For an unfamiliar strange man, about to sleep on the sofa for the fourth night, I must have had water in my head." The woman put the towel aside, took up the moisturizer and patted her face casually. under.

  But she doesn't believe anything, and if someone says amnesia is amnesia, she has to find a chance to visit him.

  The seriously injured man lay on the bed, a tall and handsome figure that could not be covered by a thin quilt.

   Hearing this, Jing Jihan didn't speak, but just turned his eyes and glanced in Shi Su's direction.

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  Two days later, the man in bed finally woke up "again".

  "Wake up?" Shi Su raised his eyebrows to look at him.

  Jing Jihan hadn't spoken yet, she threw a thick dictionary over.

The dictionary was hitting the wound on his chest. He groaned in pain, then turned his eyes to look at her again, with a low voice with a little bit of pain: "Do you think I haven't died yet? It's better to just stab me to death."

Shi Su glanced at the man so he could see the face that made people couldn’t help but look sideways: "Isn’t it amnesia? Anyway, you have been lying in my bed for so many days, I can’t always call you, you can take it for yourself. A name, amnesia belongs to amnesia, should I still be able to read?"

  Jing Jihan supported her body with one hand and barely sat up, but because she had not slept for so many days, she was struggling to lean against the head of the bed, and then glanced at her: "Can I eat first?"

  Shisu marveled at the man's calmness and cheeky: "You are ashamed to ask me for something to eat?"

  Jing Jihan's expression is calm and natural: "How many days do you think a normal person can survive on so many glucose injections?"

Seeing that he had already picked up the thick dictionary, Shi Su said, "I happen to be making rice porridge in my kitchen. I will bring you a bowl. This dictionary is borrowed by my younger son from my neighbor’s aunt’s home who is going to school. Come, don't break it!"

"it is good."

  Shi Su turned and walked towards the kitchen.

  Jing Jihan glanced at the things in his hand, and then flipped through two pages. He heard the sound from the kitchen and the fragrance of white porridge faintly floating in the air.

A few minutes later, Shi Su walked back with the porridge, put it on the bedside cupboard, and looked at him in a blink of an eye: "Have you chosen a name? Don't be too careful, just any name that I can call it. "

  Jing Jihan met the woman's gaze: "It's selected."

Shi Su hesitated to pick up the dictionary next to the bed, and saw that the man had taken the pen and paper she had placed on the bedside table at some unknown time. After opening the dictionary, he saw the piece of paper sandwiched in it, with vigorous and beautiful things on it. Two words.

  (End of this chapter)