Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

The car just stopped.

Qian Yiman immediately opened the car door and ran to the hospital without saying a word and without looking back.

Her steps were disordered and her heart was so panicked that she wished she could move to that man instantly.

"Brother and sister, wait! I'll take you to the ward..." Behind him, Comrade Lao Fang saw this and quickly caught up with him.

He didn't even have time to tell Qian Yiman where the ward was, fearing that she would fly around like a headless fly.

When he arrived at the door of the ward, Qian Yiman was a little hesitant and did not dare to step in.

She was afraid, she was afraid that he would be bad.

Qian Yiman mustered up his courage, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.

Comrade Lao Fang stood by the door and waved to Brother Bing inside, gesturing for him to come out.

At this time, he thought that he should leave some private space for Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting.

The ward door was gently closed.

There was silence in the ward, so quiet that Qian Yiman could hear his own breathing very clearly.

Lying on the bed was a man breathing weakly. It was Yan Zhengting, whom Qian Yiman had not seen for about a month.

At this time, he was lying quietly on the snow-white hospital bed with his eyes closed tightly, as if nothing around him could affect him.

The orange sunlight filtered through the window and gently fell on his pale face, but it could not warm the cold ward.

Various medical equipment were placed around him, and the sound of the instruments was very clear in the quiet space.

The medicine in the hanging bottle was slowly dripped into his blood vessels through the dropper, providing life support to the man.

But he seemed to be asleep, not even opening his eyes when the woman he loved most came.

At this moment, no one can understand Qian Yiman's mood.

She looked at Yan Zhengting, who was lifeless, walking towards him step by step with frivolous steps.

When she reached the bed, her feet softened and she sat directly on the stool.

Qian Yiman stretched out his trembling hand and gently touched the man's cheek. There was also a wound on his cheek.

She touched the man's face and didn't dare to move around for fear of hurting him.

Qian Yiman held his hand. In the past, whether it was hot summer or cold winter, Yan Zhengting's hand was always warm.

At this moment, it was extremely cold, chilling to her bones.

Qian Yiman wrapped his hands around his big hands and breathed the hot air gently, trying to warm him up.

As she breathed, tears spread from her eyes unconsciously. Her throat was sore and she was crying silently.

He promised her that he would take good care of himself and protect himself, but why did he become like this now...

Yan Zhengting was lying there, lifeless, and Qian Yiman felt like his whole heart had been ripped out.

Every time before, whenever he got off work or came back from a business trip, he would look for her as soon as he got home.

He would hold her tightly in his arms, kiss her passionately, whisper loving words in her ear, and call her Manman tenderly...

This time, the two of them hadn't seen each other for almost a month.

She came in front of him, but he didn't know she was coming. He just lay there quietly, so weak that Qian Yiman felt endless panic.

Qian Yiman lay beside the bed and buried his cheek in his palm, while hot tears fell one by one on Yan Zhengting's palm.

How she hoped that Yan Zhengting could wake up at this moment.

Then, he smiled and said to her, "Manman, why are you crying?"

However, no.

She could only feel the signs of life from his faint breathing.

Qian Yiman fell into his own sorrow and choked:

"Yan Zhengting... didn't you promise me that you would take good care of yourself..."

"Didn't you say you wanted to stay with me forever..."

"In the past, whenever you came back from get off work and saw me, didn't you always come over and hug me as soon as possible..."

"I miss you so much during this time, and so do the children..."