President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

After hanging up the phone, Bao Sibai and Song Runian went to the hospital.

After Xuanyuan Mo woke up, he was transferred to the general ward, but he was still covered with various instruments and tubes, and was even wrapped up like a mummy, which looked shocking.

Seeing the two people appearing at the door of the ward, he stretched his arms and tried to stand up, and said hoarsely, "You... are here."

Song Runian couldn't stand it anymore, and hurried forward to let Xuanyuan Mo lie back down, "If you're like this, let's take care of your wounds, don't move around, it will be bad if you get involved in the wounds."

If the wound is infected again, the pain will be a hundred times worse than the first injury.

Xuanyuan Mo's face was full of indifference, "The big deal is death, what does it matter, I jumped into the sea with the heart of death."

"You can die, but at least you have to wait until Aunt Qing passes away. Are you willing to let her send a white-haired man to a black-haired man at the end of her life?" Song Ru Nian said unceremoniously.

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Mo fell silent.

From waking up to now, he has been deliberately avoiding anything related to Xuanyuan Qing.

Just worrying about hearing some bad news.

For him, no news is the best news.

But this trick of deceiving himself was completely overthrown by Song Runian at this moment.

Without the possibility of covering up, he said, "How is she now?"

"It's not very good, but I'm working hard to live." Song Runian replied.

No kidding, Xuanyuan Qing is really just trying to live.

Song Runian didn't know whether others knew or not, but she saw with her own eyes that Xuanyuan Qing stuffed a large handful of painkillers into her mouth tremblingly because of the unbearable pain.

Then, probably because he was worried that he would die from an overdose, he spit it out again, counted the dose, and swallowed it again.

It was just a simple set of movements, but Xuanyuan Qing was so tired that she was sweating profusely, as if she had been fished out of the water.

It can be seen how uncomfortable it is for her to do all this!

There is probably only one reason for Xuanyuan Qing to live like this.

Xuanyuan Mo.

"Before seeing you fully recovered, she should last for a long time." Song Ru Nian said.

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Mo said, "If that's the case, then I should never tell her that I've woken up and even started to get better."

In this way, Xuanyuan Qing should be able to live longer.

"It seems that it's too late." Complicated emotions flashed across Bao Sibai's eyes, and he turned to the hospital corridor.

Xuanyuan Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly closed his eyes, "Just say that I haven't woken up yet, so that's fine."

"It's useless, she knows that unless you wake up, it's impossible to transfer to the general ward." Gu Jiangfeng shook his head.

There is no point in lying.

Might as well admit it now.

"Besides, you are just awake now, not cured, and the same goes for extending the treatment time." Gu Jiangfeng said again.

This is the only way right now.

Xuanyuan Mo sighed softly, and turned his gaze to the door of the ward.

"Ah Mo, Ah Mo!" Xuanyuan Qing stumbled and appeared in Xuanyuan Mo's sight.

There were several nurses behind them, with apprehensive faces, stretching their arms, for fear that Xuanyuan Qing would fall due to an unstable center of gravity.

And Xuanyuan Mo's pupils also dilated in an instant, "How could your arm..."

He remembered that when he fell into the sea, he was not injured so seriously.

Why are the entire sleeves empty now? !