818 The president next door and his cat

Fortunately, Su Jingyue would not send it directly in such a vulgar way. Rong Xiangchen watched it for a long time and felt that there was no excitement to watch, so he simply continued to bow his head and eat his own meal.

Wen Qibai received the call from the hospital when it was getting close to dusk. He had invited Wei Qing to have dinner, but Wei Qing didn't come over after waiting.

No phone calls, no text messages.

When it was almost the appointed time, Wen Qibai received a call from the hospital.

Some kind of gas leaked from the laboratory, and all the students in the laboratory were poisoned and sent to the hospital.

Wei Qing spent the longest time in the laboratory and was most poisoned.

When Wen Qibai rushed to the hospital, Wei Qing was still in the operating room. The red light was on in the operating room, surrounded by a circle of students.

"Doctor, doctor, how is Wei Qing?" Wen Qibai grabbed a doctor who came out of the operating room and asked.

"Are you a family member of the patient?" The doctor asked, taking off his mask, "Go over there and sign the critical illness notice."

Patient's family?Wen Qibai was stunned, "I'm not."

"Then I will trouble you to inform the patient's family to sign it." The doctor looked at the students and teachers in a circle, "Don't make noise outside the operating room."

Wei Qing's parents were still on the way, and the lights in the operating room were still on.

The surrounding students had dispersed long ago, and Wen Qibai was the only one left sitting on the bench in the empty hospital corridor, and he didn't even hear his phone vibrate for a long time.

The nurses who came and went have long been used to this kind of situation. They can talk and laugh when the lights in the operating room are on. They have long been used to seeing life and death.

"Hey, do you see that sitting over there is Wen Qibai?"

Wen Qibai came out in a hurry this time, he didn't even wear a coat, he came out in a hurry with a sweater on, and it was only natural that he was recognized.

"Really, do you want us to ask for an autograph? I saw the makeup photos of "Xiandao". Yetu is so handsome, and Luoshui is also pretty."

His fingers were cold, Wen Qibai glanced sideways at the light in the operating room, it was so red that it was dazzling, how long had he not seen this wink, the last time he saw it, his mother passed away.

Will he lose Wei Qing this time?

With a choked throat, Wen Qibai was trembling all over, not sure if it was because the hospital was too cold, or the clothes were too thin, or it was fear.

"By the way, why is he at the door of the operating room? Who is performing the operation inside?"

"A college student, several of them were sent in at once, and now this one is left. The doctor said, it's bad luck."

"Then do you think we should ask for an autograph?"

The clock was ticking, and time seemed to return to that summer, when my mother was pushed into the operating room.

Only Wen Qibai waited alone outside the operating room, flustered and at a loss. He regretted why he was a child, and regretted that he hadn't noticed his mother's abnormality earlier.

Regret is useless, he knew it when he was holding his mother's urn that winter, and since then, he has known that he can never do things that he regrets again.

The phone was still vibrating on the bench.

Various scenes from that year were played back in my mind like a revolving lantern.

A dim memory, even the bright corridors were cast a dark color.

The whole world starts to fade.

"What do you think of my hairstyle? Is it messy?"

"I took a picture and sent it to Moments, remember to give me a thumbs up."

"I'm going to get an autograph."

He was like this every time, helpless to all this, every time like this, whether it was the mother's time or Wei Qing's this time, he couldn't do anything.

If he had agreed to that woman's request earlier at that time, wouldn't his mother have to die? If he had let Wei Qing come over earlier today, wouldn't Wei Qing have to lie there now?

"Hello, that, can I have an autograph?" A piece of pink paper was presented to him, along with a black pen.

Only then did Wen Qibai raise his head to look at the nurse in front of him, the usual smile had long since disappeared from his green pupils.

It was the same on that summer afternoon.

The nurse came over to him with a piece of paper for his signature. That piece of paper was a critical illness notice.

It was that piece of paper that doomed his mother's death and made him completely alone.

Wen Qibai's eyes are very frightening, and tend to become more and more frightening.

Holding the pink paper in her hand, the little nurse was too frightened to move. It was completely different from the one in the movie, not gentle at all.

"Sorry, he's a little agitated now, can I trouble you to leave?" His eyes were covered, and the darkness returned before his eyes. Su Jingyue's voice was gentle and indifferent, as if the spring wind was passing by his ears.

The little nurse was frightened at first, but after being appeased, she immediately ran away without looking back, and the rest of the surrounding nurses also ran away.

Su Jingyue let go, took off his coat and put it on for Wen Qibai.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Su Jingyue held Wen Qibai's cold fingers and frowned slightly.

Wen Qibai said nothing, wrapped Su Jingyue's coat tightly, and turned to look at the red light in the operating room.

"It'll be fine, don't be afraid." Su Jingyue rubbed Wen Qibai's head and comforted him.

Wei Qing's parents finally arrived at this time.

"Xiaobai, how is Xiaoqing?" Wei Qing's mother's eyes were red, and she almost shed tears when she saw Wen Qibai.

"Auntie, the doctor asked me to sign first." Wen Qibai stood up and forced a smile, "Don't worry, Wei Qing will be fine."

The night is getting darker.

Su Jingyue looked down at his watch, it was past eleven o'clock, and he raised his hand to touch Wen Qibai's cheek, it was so cold that he died.

"Is it cold?" Su Jingyue frowned, pulled Wen Qibai's coat a little tighter, reached out his hand to attach his cold cheek, and stroked it twice with his thumb.

"It's okay." Wen Qibai only felt that Su Jingyue's palm was slightly warm, and he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

When Wei Qing was pushed out from the operating room and sent to the intensive care unit, Wen Qibai sat on the bench without moving.

Su Jingyue hooked his shoulders into his arms and rubbed his head.

"Su Jingyue." Wen Qibai didn't struggle, just shrank into Su Jingyue's arms.

"Ok?"

"I'm sleepy."

Su Jingyue laughed softly, "Then go back to sleep."

"Wait a while, my leg is numb." Wen Qibai said sullenly.

I didn't even eat dinner. After sitting here for so long, I didn't feel my legs numb until I relaxed.

"What are you waiting for, just hug it." Su Jingyue reached out and picked Wen Qibai up from the bench, still a standard princess hug.

Wen Qibai habitually nestled in a correct and comfortable posture, and did not forget to "chuck" Su Jingyue.

Who knew that when he turned his head, he saw Wei Qing's mother standing opposite him, looking at him and Su Jingyue in surprise.