The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

The Xiao Group is actually the son of the Xiao Group!

She was still dubious at first, but tonight she heard with her own ears the nurses on night duty secretly discussing "Master Xiao".

Tang Mi opened the hotel's dessert plate on the table, picked up a macaron and stuffed it into her mouth, slowly showing off.

"Dad, Mom, I'm not just an ordinary person..."

……

At night, Tang Jiao had a high fever again.

The aerosol machine continuously sprays aerosol-like medicine on the hospital bed.

The girl was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her eyebrows furrowed, her face covered in sweat, and her hair all wet and sticking to the side of her face.

Doctors and nurses gathered around the hospital bed, working nervously and orderly.

"The indicators were a bit dangerous, and I had another convulsion in 10 minutes."

"The patient has a brain tumor that has not been completely cleaned up. The medicine must be changed and the temperature must be lowered quickly. If it is complicated by pneumonia infection, it will be bad."

"Director, this is the brain scan result just sent by the assistant doctor of the dean. The dean suggested that we use this method to cool down and avoid stimulating brain swelling..."

Xiao Jingchuan stood frozen one meter away from the hospital bed, his whole body so tight that he was about to burst at any moment.

The sound of the doctor's conversation and movements was like a layer of fog, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

All he could see was Tang Jiao and her heavy and weak breathing.

It was like a blade wrapped around it, scraping off his bones and grinding away his flesh.

Suddenly Tang Jiao tensed up his thin neck, grabbed the sheets with both hands and began to twitch violently.

"Quick! Quick! Hold her down!"

The two nurses held Tang Jiao's hands and shoulders tightly, as if they were treating a patient struggling to die.

The boy's broad and straight body trembled, and he could hardly stand.

"Tongue pressure! Don't let her bite her tongue!"

"The instruments are ready!"

The nurse skillfully picked up the rolled up spare medical gauze, then opened Tang Jiao's chin and stuffed it in.

The unconscious girl bit her lip unconsciously and moaned in pain and resistance.

Xiao Jingchuan couldn't bear it and stepped forward to stop the nurse's movement.

"This -" the nurse looked at the eldest young master of the Xiao family and hesitated to refute.

"I come."

With a hoarse voice, Xiao Jingchuan took the cotton gauze from the nurse's hand.

He braced his knees on the edge of the hospital bed, and held Tang Jiao's thrashing face firmly with his big palms. It was wet and extremely hot.

Press your thumb on your thin chin and apply slight pressure.

The tall boy leaned close to the girl's ear and called her in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear it. His voice was so affectionate and broken that it made your heart tremble.

"Jiaojiao, just relax, you'll be fine soon."

"Tang Jiaojiao, I'm here, it's okay..."

Under the tightly closed thin eyelids, there was a slight tremor.

Tang Jiao's clenched teeth gradually relaxed, and the dry cotton cloth was rubbed against his teeth and inserted carefully.

Every time the doctors and nurses touched her while rescuing her, the girl shrank and trembled slightly as if she was being stung.

"Good baby..."

Xiao Jingchuan held her face and kept whispering warmly, while his big palm kept stroking her wet and hot cheeks that made her tremble.

Finally, I survived another convulsion and convulsions, and my temperature gradually subsided.

At this moment, Tang Jiao's face was as pale as paper, but his breath was completely calm.

The nurse changed her sweaty hospital clothes, then closed the door and went out.

In the huge ward, there was only the subtle and regular beeping sound of the monitor.

Xiao Jingchuan took a warm towel and carefully wiped Tang Jiao's face, neck, arms, and palms.

It is warm.

At this moment, Tang Jiao's hands were warm.

Not as hot as fire, nor as cold as ice.

Xiao Jingchuan repeatedly touched it gently to confirm. For a long time, he carefully held the soft hand, lowered his head and buried his face in the palm of the small hand.

No one knew that the boy's tears soaked the girl's palms.

"Xiao Jingchuan."

"It's snowing! Isn't it super, super beautiful?"

"I was about to leave, and then it started snowing! I caught the first snowflake! How lucky!"

"It seems that God has asked me to wait for you, oh, I'll just sit there for a while, and you don't have to be too anxious. The bus station is building roads, and there are no buses. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to leave."

"I made a sushi bento, and I'm going to eat it alone. I won't leave any one for you~"

"I'll show you the snow scene first. Oops, I forgot to turn the camera around. Look, the mountains are particularly beautiful!"

……

"Okay, stop talking. The phone is really going to run out of battery. Come pick me up quickly! Big bad guy."

At the end of the suddenly shaking camera, the girl's cheeks puffed out and she leaned in cutely.

After watching the cute and playful girl in the video, I suddenly came face to face with a body that was as cold as death buried in heavy snow.

That bone-chilling coldness.

It was a terrifying memory that Xiao Jingchuan, who was 17 years old, and even 70 years later, at the age of 87, could no longer touch.

December 12th, Christmas, first snow.

Three phone calls, five unanswered messages, and one extremely bright and romantic video.

It built the shattered Xiao Jingchuan, and the young man who was willing to be trapped by Tang Jiao forever.

……

"Xiao Jingchuan..."

The fingers under his face moved.

His warm hands pressed against the three-dimensional facial features and touched slowly along the traces of moisture.

"Brother Jingchuan...it's raining..."

The girl's voice was soft and confused.

Xiao Jingchuan trembled and chuckled hoarsely, his thick eyelashes brushing against Tang Jiao's palms.

He raised his face slightly, held the back of Tang Jiao's hand with both hands, and gently kissed the soft palm.

"Well, it's raining."

"Brother, please take the wild rice home, please, so that it doesn't get wet in the rain."

……

After the fever completely subsided, Tang Jiao recovered quickly.

She leaned back on the soft pillow and looked around this familiar extra-large luxury ward.

It’s true, I’m visiting my old place again.

Xiao Jingchuan stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt and wrap it around Tang Jiao, and touched her forehead. His voice was low and hoarse in the middle of the night.

"Why don't you want to sleep for a while? It's only three o'clock in the morning."

Tang Jiao didn't speak, his eyes followed Xiao Jingchuan's bandaged hands.

She didn't ask any questions, just looked at him calmly.

Xiao Jingchuan couldn't bear it anymore.

He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "No--"

"Don't say it doesn't hurt again, you are just a puppy."

Tang Jiaoren didn't have much energy yet, so he spoke quickly, his voice was soft, and he pursed his lips as if he was angry.

Xiao Jingchuan was stunned and smiled helplessly.

He rubbed Tang Jiao's head: "Don't you blame me? You bad guy, I was so late and didn't pick you up."

"Xiao Jingchuan will not come without any reason. Just explain it to me when you come."

How could he be so obedient and so lovable?

The girl's taken-for-granted look made Xiao Jingchuan feel sour and weak.

"Why are we, Jiaojiao, so good..."

Seeing Tang Jiao, who was so articulate, smiling, well-behaved, the emotions in Xiao Jingchuan's chest kept rising like a warm tide, which was hard to describe and unable to restrain.

Wanted to touch her, wanted to hold her.

Want to confirm her existence.

The big hand slid down the girl's soft face lovingly.