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

The sun rises in the east.

The bright sunshine shone into the ward, shining on Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman, as if they were coated with a soft halo.

"Um..."

The sunlight fell in, which was a bit dazzling. Qian Yiman, who was lying on the edge of the bed, made a sound and opened his eyes.

She rubbed her eyes and glanced at Yan Zhengting on the bed, but she still didn't wake up.

Now her whole body ached and her arms were numb. Last night, when she got emotional, she sat by the bed and whispered to Yan Zhengting for most of the night.

Later, even she herself didn't know when she fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed.

Fortunately, I wore thick clothes, otherwise I would definitely catch a cold.

Qian Yiman rubbed his numb arms, stood up and walked towards the window.

After moving his hands and feet a little, his whole body relaxed a lot.

In the first month of the year, the sunshine outside the window is just right.

She reached out to push open the window and took a big breath of fresh air outside, feeling relaxed and happy.

Looking out of the window, people were already coming and going on the road. Some were carrying schoolbags to go to school, some were carrying vegetable baskets to buy groceries, and some were riding bicycles to work...

In this world, a day full of life began in such a tense and orderly manner.

Qian Yiman encouraged himself and walked softly to Yan Zhengting.

"Good morning." She bent down and said good morning to him, and then placed a soft feather-like kiss on the man's forehead. "I checked for you. The sun is very bright today. It's a good day. If not, You won’t be able to see it when you wake up…”

After saying good morning to him, Qian Yiman was not discouraged and went back to get some hot water.

Immediately afterwards, I wiped his face and hands for him, which must have made him feel much more comfortable.

After washing himself briefly, Qian Yiman drank a glass of water and then sat in front of Yan Zhengting's bed.

He took the trouble to whisper all kinds of things to him.

After an hour.

The nurse came to change Yan Zhengting's medicine again, and now he needs an intravenous drip every day.

After the doctor went to work and made rounds, Qian Yiman consulted again about his man's condition.

The answer I got was still the same as before.

After she finished listening, she did not ask any more questions, but politely thanked the doctor.

After the doctor and nurse left the room, she carefully closed the door.

Holding the spiritual spring water, he fed Yan Zhengting some mouth-to-mouth.

She didn't know if it was Qian Yiman's illusion. Although Yan Zhengting had no signs of waking up yet, she always felt that his body temperature had become much higher.

When he came here on the first day, he was cold and didn't have much warmth.

However, starting from late last night, she vaguely noticed that the temperature of his body was slowly rising.

She was almost certain that this was the effect of the spiritual spring water she had fed Yan Zhengting many times.

Qian Yiman felt a little excited. She had a hunch that Yan Zhengting would wake up soon.

Thinking of this, her mood improved a lot.

Although the little cutie said that Yan Zhengting would definitely wake up in the next few days, if he didn't wake up for a day, she would have one more day to worry about.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Manman, Manman..."

Listening to the voice, it's Mother Yan.

Qian Yiman stood up and walked over to open the door.

"Mom, why are you here?"

What time is it? I guess I took the first bus to the city.

"Mom won't worry if I don't take a look in person. How is the main court..." Yan's mother held the lunch box in her hand, her face full of worry.

As the saying goes, if you raise a child for a hundred years, you will have ninety-nine worries.

Even though their children have already started a family and started a career, the parents are still worried when they learn about his injury.

I can't eat well, I can't sleep well.

"Mom, Dad must have told you. The doctor said that the current situation is quite stable, and he will probably wake up soon. Don't worry too much..."

Qian Yiman took the lunch box from Yan's mother with one hand, closed the door with the other, and told her mother-in-law the same words she had said to her father-in-law before.

Yan's mother sighed, sat on the stool, and looked at her pale son on the hospital bed with a distressed expression.