After Qin Ruixi's affairs were settled, Wen Wenyao rushed to the hospital without stopping.

Song Nanqiao should be rescuing now. I don't know what happened. Wen Wenyao felt a sense of fear in her heart. She wanted to see Song Nanqiao, but she was also worried that she would get bad results.

"Make sure nothing..."

She can only comfort herself like this in her heart.

To sort out his emotions, Wen Wenyao went to the hospital, which he has only been to twice, both times because of Song Nanqiao.

The operating room is still lit.

Wen Wenyao was sitting on the bench in the hospital, staring at the door of the operating room, looking at the green light on the door, her eyes were red, and her eyebrows were filled with inseparable melancholy and sadness. Blame yourself.

When she saw this door, Wen Wenyao was even more frightened. Song Nanqiao was inside, but she could only wait outside, unable to do anything.

For the first time, Wen Wenyao experienced the pain of facing the possibility of a lover leaving.

It's too real, and it makes her feel at a loss. If possible, Wen Wenyao hopes to attribute all of Song Nanqiao's pain to herself. In this case, she may feel better in her heart.

After all, she never wanted to experience this pain that could be life and death separation.

"It must hurt...sorry..."

Being stabbed like that, Song Nanqiao will definitely be very painful... Thinking of this, Wen Wenyao hated Qin Ruixi a little more, and he really wanted him to try it himself , the feeling of being cut by a thousand knives.

The patients around looked at Wen Wenyao's uneasy expression, and cast sympathetic glances at her. Most of those sitting on the bench at the door of the operating room encountered bad things.

This little sister doesn't know what's going on. Several passersby walked over and tried to comfort her, but they all stopped.

Because in the eyes of that girl, in addition to sadness and self-blame, there is also some resentment.

They didn't dare to provoke them at will, they only dared to look twice, and then left quickly.

Sitting outside the time passed very slowly. For Wen Wenyao, it was like living a year.

So many times, she wanted to cry, but after looking at the people around her, she finally held back alive.

"Miss Wen."

The dean hurried over.

The nurse at the front desk just now told her that Wen Wenyao was here. After the dean received the call, he quickly finished his affairs and prepared to receive Wen Wenyao.

"Huh?" Wen Wenyao turned his head and rubbed his scarlet eyes with his fair hands. Hold back your emotions and let yourself speak as naturally as possible without seeming to cry.

"Is the patient a friend of Miss Wen?"

The dean carefully weighed the tone of his speech, trying not to let Wen Wenyao have too much emotional fluctuations.

"No."

Wen Wenyao denied it.

This answer completely surprised the dean, isn't it a friend? Not a friend what is that? The dean's head turned around, could it be a sister? Does Wen Guangquan have an illegitimate daughter?

But these ideas only existed for a short time, and I didn't think about them in depth.

Wen Wenyao stopped talking to her.

The dean knew that Wen Wenyao was in a bad mood, so he left with interest. Instead of chatting with this eldest lady who was in a bad mood, he might as well go back to his office and smoke two cigarettes.

There was another silence around him. Wen Wenyao raised his head, looked at the white ceiling, and occasionally glanced at the door of the operating room.

Seven hours have passed…

It's already eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Wenyao only had one breakfast today, looked at his watch, it was already so late, but he still didn't feel hungry.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room was opened without warning, and a doctor in a white coat and a mask came out of the operating room.

The best emergency department surgeon in this hospital was ordered by the dean.

The doctor was sweating, and the seven hours of continuous rescue made him feel extremely tired.

If the child was delivered a few minutes late, he would face organ shock, but fortunately, the person was rescued.

"How are you, doctor."

The girl sitting on the bench saw him come out the moment she came over and asked urgently.

Seeing the girl's red eyes and pale face, the doctor only felt a little distressed, but more fortunately, fortunately, the person was rescued back, if the operation was unsuccessful, the girl , it will be very sad.

"Don't worry, the patient is temporarily out of danger, but her digestive organ was severely scratched by the blade, and she needs a traumatic repair operation. After a long period of time, she can't eat hard food or vigorous exercise.”

The doctor can use a relaxed tone, trying to make Wen Wenyao feel better.

Who knows…

The girl in front of her, after hearing these words, covered her face and cried...

"Thank you...Thank you..."

On the other hand, it is a blessing. Fortunately, Song Nanqiao did not leave her, and the person she loves is still alive in this world.

"Don't be too sad, it's a great thing to be able to save lives."

The doctor was not surprised by her reaction. The family members of many patients are like this. They cry when the rescue is ineffective, and they cry when they are rescued.

"Then when can I see her."

Wen Wenyao is anxious to take care of Song Nanqiao now. She is very worried about Song Nanqiao's body and wants to be nice to her. She wants to make up for these pains.

"After 6 pm tomorrow, she will be transferred to the senior ward, and now there is post-operative treatment, you can go back first."

The doctor looked at Wen Wenyao and used the word "you" deliberately, which the dean explained. He knew that Wen Wenyao's identity was not simple.

"Thank you doctor."

"Well, I'm going to rehabilitate the patient now."

After the doctor finished speaking, he returned to the operating room with tired steps.

The door was closed again, and Wen Wenyao didn't have time to say anything.

She calmed down and pondered for a while. Now that she can't see Song Nanqiao, she might as well go back to rest, recover her physical strength, and get enough energy to see Song Nanqiao tomorrow.

At 8 pm, Wen Wenyao went back, and the driver took her schoolbag back.

Although I missed a day of class today, with Wen Wenyao's learning ability, I can make it up soon. Moreover, these textbooks have been studied in advance.

Picking up the homework, Wen Wenyao calmed down and finished it as quickly as possible with quality and quantity, put away the pen, and looked at the alarm clock on the desk, it was half past ten.

She hasn't had dinner yet.

Don't want to trouble the servants at home, Wen Wenyao went downstairs by himself and cooked something to eat.

After taking a bath in the evening, Wen Wenyao turned off the light and lay on the bed. As soon as his tired body touched the bed, he fell down completely.

She is really tired today...

The next day…

Song Nanqiao is still being rumored around the school. Whenever Wen Wenyao hears these talks, he feels uncomfortable and can only turn his attention elsewhere.

"Are you alright." The same table patted Wen Wenyao on the shoulder. She knew about Song Nanqiao yesterday and was worried that Wen Wenyao would have emotional problems.

"I'm fine." Wen Wenyao smiled forcefully. Although Song Nanqiao was out of danger, she still didn't feel relieved.

"What about her?"

"Out of danger."

"That's a good thing!" The tablemate was suddenly excited, and then said again.

"If you don't die, you will be blessed."

"Hope it." Wen Wenyao dragged her cheeks and looked into the distance, she also hoped that Song Nanqiao had better not experience this kind of thing in her life.

School time passed quickly, at six o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Wenyao took a taxi to the hospital alone.

Song Nanqiao should be sent to the ward now, Wen Wenyao, accompanied by the nurse, went to Song Nanqiao's ward.

"You can send it here, it's troublesome." She suddenly felt that her emotions seemed to be out of control again, so she turned her head and said something to the nurse.

"Okay." Of course the nurse didn't dare to say anything and left quickly.

After people leave.

Wen Wenyao held back his unstable emotions and slowly opened the door.

Song Nanqiao…

Her lover…

Just lay there quietly...

She was wearing a hospital uniform, her face was bloodless, her left hand was infused with glucose, and a machine was installed on her stomach…

Wen Wenyao turned her face away in pain, but found that the tears had left on her cheeks, she wiped away the tears on her face, she did not dare to look, dared not look directly at Song Nanqiao's stomach department.

"Sorry..."

She sat on the chair tremblingly, she didn't dare to touch Song Nanqiao, for fear that she would hurt Song Nanqiao with a little touch.

But at this moment, she saw her lover's eyelids move, as if she was about to wake up. Under Wen Wenyao's nervous gaze, Song Nanqiao opened her eyes hazy.

The moment she woke up, she felt a sharp pain, the intense pain from her stomach made Song Nanqiao sweat on her forehead. She wanted to speak, but found herself Can't speak.

It hurts...

It hurts to breathe...

She has never suffered such a crime in her life.

"Don't talk...I know you hurt...I'll get the doctor over now..."

Wen Wenyao hurriedly pressed the emergency button beside the bed and covered her mouth with her other hand, but she did not exert any force. She knew how much pain Song Nanqiao was. It hurts more...

The girl's tears fell on her bed, looking at Wen Wenyao's face, after listening to what she said, Song Nanqiao began to slowly adjust to the complete pain after the anesthetic failed.

"Don't be afraid...I'm by your side...be good...the pain will stop soon."

Wen Wenyao coaxed her softly, her tone soft like cotton candy, although there were tears on her face, she still left her softest side to Song Nanqiao, with a soft and waxy voice Let Song Nanqiao relax and feel at ease.

Hearing this, Song Nanqiao nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth outlined, the pain on his face seemed to disappear...

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