Chapter 805: awkward green plum (1)
"Sister Li?! Sister Li?!"
"Sister Li, you finally woke up! You scared me to death!"
Ling Wuyi just woke up when he heard a voice screaming eagerly.
opened his eyes with some difficulty, and what caught his eye was a young man who looked quite young.
About twenty-three or four years old, wearing a pink suit and white-rimmed glasses.
Ling Wuzhi frowned and looked around. There was a lot of noise around, people coming and going, and there were cries and screams of pain.
Many hospital beds were separated by white curtains, and Ling Wuzhi was lying on one of them.
Here, it should be the emergency room.
Ling Wuzhi raised his hand to touch his aching forehead, but the young man next to him quickly stopped him: "Sister Li, don't touch it, the doctor just wrapped your head!"
Bandaging? ! So her forehead is broken? !
Broken forehead = broken face! Disfigured = disfigured? !
Ling Wuyi now really wants to take a mirror to look at his face, but it doesn't seem right.
"I... what's wrong with me?" Ling Wuzhi asked in confusion.
The young man beside didn't think there was anything wrong with Ling Wuyi's question. He waved his hand and said, "A car accident! Sister Li, you ran into a rear-end collision while driving, don't you remember?"
Of course she doesn't remember! Even the plot and memory have not been received yet!
"Am I seriously injured?" Ling Wuyi asked. She can't move her head now, and it hurts every time she moves. It seems that she doesn't feel any other parts of her body.
"Ali?"
The young man opened his mouth and was about to speak when a gentle yet eager male voice came from behind him.
The young man immediately turned around and waved to the person who came: "Brother Zhicheng, Sister Li is here!"
Then Ling Wuzhi saw a male doctor in a white coat and silver-rimmed glasses coming over.
The male doctor is not particularly handsome, but he has a very good temperament, and his whole body is full of bookishness, as gentle as jade.
This man is something Ling Wuzhi has seen before, and the overall feeling doesn't seem to be the best.
But when this man came into view, Ling Wuyi's heart suddenly throbbed.
This feeling comes from the host itself, and Ling Wuzhi is no stranger to this feeling.
The man in front of him is the one that the body likes!
This kind of love is still deep, so deep that even if she leaves, her body still has this kind of reaction.
Song Zhicheng walked to the bedside and looked at Ling Wuzhi with concern: "Ali, how are you? Does it hurt? Sorry, I had an operation just now, so I'm only here now."
Ling Wuzhi didn't know the character of the host, nor did he know how the host behaved when facing the man he liked.
So in the face of Song Zhicheng's concern and apology, Ling Wuyi only said one sentence: "I'm a little dizzy, I want to sleep first."
Song Zhicheng nodded: "Okay, you sleep for a while, and I'll arrange a ward for you."
Ling Wu hummed, closed his eyes and began to receive the plot and memories.
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When Ling Wuzhi woke up again, it was already dark outside.
Unlike the noisy one who woke up for the first time, she was in a single ward.
The light white light is not dazzling, maybe because I don’t want the patients to feel cold and rigid, instead of using white as the main color in the ward, light blue and light pink are used.
At this time, there was no one else in the ward except Ling Wuzhi himself.
At this time, it was extraordinarily quiet.
Ling Wuxie moved slowly and lightly and tilted his head to look out the window, the night wind blew in through the half-open window, and it was a little cool.
The door opened at the right time, Ling Wuzhi turned his head to look, and came in was Song Zhicheng in a white coat.
Ling Wuyi instantly adjusted her facial expression, she called Song Zhicheng: "Zhicheng."
"You woke up just in time. My mother made chicken soup for you. I just went back and brought it for you."
Song Zhicheng held a heat preservation box and a cloth bag with cutlery in his hands. With a smile on his lips, he walked to Ling Wuzhi's bed.
Ling Wuzhi, did not speak, just looked at him.
Song Zhicheng seems to be used to this way of getting along, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong.
He opened the insulation box, poured half a bowl of soup into the bowl, and put some chicken.
Shake Ling Wuzhi's bed higher so that she can sit up.
Ling Wuyi then saw that his leg was hung up by a plaster cast.
It seems that the host is seriously injured...
is also, it is so dead, of course it is quite heavy.
However, when did she come here, was it at the time of the car accident? But why didn't she feel Mao?
Song Zhicheng didn't know what Ling Wuwei was thinking with his expressionless face at this time. He sat down beside the bed with a bowl in hand, picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup.
He gently blew the soup in the spoon to cool a little before passing it to Ling Wuzhi's mouth.
Ling Wuyi tilted his head unnaturally, raised his hand and said, "I'll just do it myself."
Song Zhicheng avoided Ling Wuzhi's hand, with a straight face, like an elder: "No, you are injured!"
Ling Wuyi didn't think too much, and blurted out: "Are you doing this to every one of your patients?"
After saying that, Ling Wuzhang regretted it. This is completely inconsistent with the host's character!
What the **** is this sour tone? ! To be influenced by the host's likes, how much does it have to be like? !
Song Zhicheng was stunned for a while, then smiled and said, "How can other patients be with Alibi!"
Ling Wuzhi twitched the corners of his mouth, but did not speak.
Song Zhicheng didn't care about this little episode, and handed the spoon to Ling Wuzhi's mouth again.
Although it was still awkward, Ling Wuzhang opened his mouth and drank the chicken soup.
After drinking the chicken soup, Song Zhicheng wiped the corner of Ling Wuzhi's mouth very intimately.
When the warm fingertips touched the corner of Ling Wuzhi's mouth, Ling Wuzhi suddenly stared at Song Zhicheng with wide eyes.
Song Zhicheng is still Song Zhicheng, and the corner of his mouth always raises an arc.
Different from Jian Mo's superficial gentleness, Song Zhicheng is a gentle man from the inside out.
His temperament is so warm that one cannot find a good adjective to describe him.
It is precisely because of his temperament that even if his facial features are not exquisite, he is particularly attractive.
Being stared at by Ling Wuzhi with a terrifying look, Song Zhicheng was a little confused.
"Huh? What's wrong with Ali? Is there any discomfort?" Song Zhicheng touched Ling Wuzhi's left forehead, which was fine.
Ling Wuyi's eyes flashed, and she stopped looking at Song Zhicheng: "Oh, I'm fine, just...I saw Zhicheng, you changed your glasses."
Song Zhicheng raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a smile: "Yeah, my mother said that the previous pair of glasses had been worn for too long, so she gave me new ones without authorization."
"However, I didn't notice the difference between the two pairs of glasses. Ali could see it. He really deserves to be the chief jewelry designer!"