School Heroine Secretly Loves Me

After Qin Ruixi's matter was settled, Wen Wenyao rushed to the hospital without stopping.

Song Nanqiao should be resuscitating now, but he doesn't know what happened.A sense of fear rose in Wen Wenyao's heart. She wanted to see Song Nanqiao very much, but she was also worried that she would get a bad result.

"There must be nothing wrong..."

She could only comfort herself like this in her heart.

After sorting out his emotions, Wen Wenyao went to the hospital. He only came to this hospital twice, both times because of Song Nanqiao.

The operating room was still lit.

Wen Wenyao was sitting on a bench in the hospital, staring closely at the door of the operating room, looking at the green light on the door, his eyes were red, and his brows were full of unresolved melancholy and self-blame.

When seeing this door, Wen Wenyao became even more frightened. Song Nanqiao was inside, but he could only wait outside, unable to do anything.

This is the first time Wen Wenyao has experienced the pain of facing a lover who may leave.

It was too real, and it made her feel at a loss. If possible, Wen Wenyao hoped to attribute all Song Nanqiao's pain to herself. In this case, maybe she would feel better in her heart.

After all, she never wanted to experience this kind of pain that might separate life and death.

"It must hurt...I'm sorry..."

Being stabbed like that, Song Nanqiao will definitely hurt very much... Thinking of this, Wen Wenyao's hatred for Qin Ruixi has grown a little bit more, and he really wants him to try it himself. Feel.

The surrounding patients looked at Wen Wenyao's uneasy expression, and all cast sympathetic glances at her. Most of those sitting on the bench at the door of the operating room had encountered bad things.

The little sister didn't know what was going on, and several passers-by walked over, trying to comfort her, but they all stopped.

Because in the girl's eyes, apart from sadness and self-blame, there was also some resentment.

They didn't dare to provoke them casually, and they only dared to look at him twice, and then left quickly.

The time sitting outside passed very slowly. For Wen Wenyao, it was like a year. Every minute and every second, she blamed herself for being sad and uneasy...

So many times, she wanted to cry, but looking at the people around her, she finally suppressed it alive.

"Miss Wen."

The dean hurried over.

The nurse at the front desk just told her that Wen Wenyao was here. After the dean received the call, he quickly finished the matter at hand and prepared to receive Wen Wenyao.

"Huh?" Wen Wenyao turned his head away and rubbed his scarlet eyes with his fair hands.Hold back your emotions and let yourself speak as naturally as possible, not as if you are about to cry.

"Is the patient a friend of Miss Wen?"

The dean carefully weighed the tone of his speech, trying not to make Wen Wenyao have too much emotional fluctuation.

"No."

Wen Wenyao denied it.

This answer completely surprised the dean, isn't it a friend?If it's not a friend then what is it?The dean thought for a while, could it be sisters?Does Wen Guangquan have an illegitimate daughter?

But these thoughts only existed for a short while, and I didn't think deeply about them.

Wen Wenyao didn't talk to her anymore.

The dean knew that Wen Wenyao was not in a good mood, so he also left wisely. Instead of chatting with this young lady who was not in a good mood, he might as well go back to his office and smoke a couple of cigarettes.

There was another silence around me.Wen Wenyao raised his head, looked at the white ceiling, and glanced at the door of the operating room from time to time.

Seven hours have passed...

It's already eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Wenyao only had one breakfast today, looked at his watch, it was already so late, but he didn't feel hungry yet.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room was opened without warning, and a doctor in a big white coat and a mask walked out of the operating room.

It was the best doctor in the emergency department of the hospital that the dean ordered.

The doctor's head was covered with sweat, and he felt extremely tired after seven hours of rescue.

If the child was delivered a few minutes late, he would have faced organ shock, but fortunately, he was rescued.

"Doctor, how are you?"

The girl sitting on the bench, the moment she saw him come out, she quickly leaned over and asked urgently.

Seeing the girl's red eyes and pale face, the doctor only felt a little distressed, but more fortunately, fortunately, she was rescued and returned. If the operation was not successful, the girl would definitely be very sad.

"Don't worry, the patient is out of danger for the time being, but her digestive organs were severely scratched by the razor blade, and she needs traumatic repair surgery. For a long time after surgery, she cannot eat hard food or do strenuous exercise."

The doctor can use a relaxed tone, trying to make Wen Wenyao feel better.

who knows……

The girl in front of her, after hearing these words, covered her face and cried out...

"Thank you... thank you..."

The girl was crying so hard that tears flowed from between her fingers. In the tears, there was pain on one side, because of Song Nanqiao's pain.On the other hand, I'm glad again. Fortunately, Song Nanqiao didn't leave her. The person she loves is still alive in this world.

"Don't be too sad, it's a great thing to be saved."

The doctor was not surprised by her reaction.The family members of many patients are like this. They cry when the rescue fails, and they cry when they are revived.

"Then when can I see her?"

Wen Wenyao is now anxious to take care of Song Nanqiao. She is very worried about Song Nanqiao's health and wants to treat her well and make up for all the pain.

"After six o'clock tomorrow afternoon, she will be transferred to the advanced ward, and now she needs to undergo postoperative treatment. You can go back first."

The doctor looked at Wen Wenyao and used the word you on purpose. The dean had explained it on purpose. He knew that Wen Wenyao's identity was not simple.

"Thank you doctor."

"Well, I'm going to do rehabilitation surgery on the patient now."

After the doctor finished speaking, he returned to the operating room with tired steps.

The door was closed again, before Wen Wenyao had time to say anything.

She calmed down and pondered for a while. Now that she can't see Song Nanqiao, she might as well go back to rest, recover her physical strength, and get enough energy to see Song Nanqiao tomorrow.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Wen Wenyao went back, and the driver brought back her schoolbag.

Although he missed a day of class today, relying on Wen Wenyao's learning ability, he will soon be able to make up for it.Besides, I have learned these textbooks in advance.

Picking up the homework, Wen Wenyao settled down, and finished it with the fastest speed while maintaining quality and quantity. He put away his pen and looked at the alarm clock on the desk. It was already 10:30.

She hasn't had dinner yet.

Not wanting to bother the servants at home, Wen Wenyao went downstairs by himself and cooked something casually.

After taking a shower at night, Wen Wenyao turned off the light and lay on the bed. As soon as his tired body touched the bed, he collapsed completely.

She is really tired today...

the next day……

The story of Song Nanqiao was still being rumored around the school. Whenever Wen Wenyao heard these discussions, he felt very uncomfortable and had to turn his attention elsewhere.

"Are you okay." The tablemate patted Wen Wenyao on the shoulder. She knew about Song Nanqiao's incident yesterday and was worried that Wen Wenyao would have emotional problems.

"I'm fine." Wen Wenyao forced a smile. Although Song Nanqiao was out of danger, she still didn't feel relieved.

"What about her?"

"It's out of danger."

"That's a good thing!" The tablemate suddenly got excited, and then said.

"If one survives, there will be future fortunes."

"I hope." Wen Wenyao dragged her cheeks and looked into the distance. She also hoped that it would be best for Song Nanqiao not to experience such a thing in her life.

The time at school passed quickly. At six o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Wenyao took a taxi to the hospital by himself.

Song Nanqiao should be sent to the ward now, Wen Wenyao, accompanied by nurses, went to Song Nanqiao's ward.

The door was made of solid wood, so we couldn't see what was going on inside. Wen Wenyao held the doorknob, and suddenly felt a little trembling in his body.

"Just send it here, please." She suddenly felt that her emotions seemed to be a little out of control again. She turned her head and said something to the nurse.

"Okay." Of course the nurse didn't dare to say anything, and left quickly.

After people left.

Only then did Wen Wenyao hold back his unstable emotions, and slowly pushed open the door.

Song Namjoo...

her lover...

Just lay there quietly...

Wearing a hospital gown, with no blood on his face, glucose infusion in his left hand, and a machine installed on his stomach...

Wen Wenyao turned her face away in pain, only to find that tears were running down her cheeks. She wiped away the tears on her face, but she didn't dare to look at Song Nanqiao's stomach directly.

"Sorry……"

She sat on the chair tremblingly, she didn't dare to touch Song Nanqiao, for fear that she would hurt Song Nanqiao if she touched her slightly.

But at this moment, she saw her lover's eyelids move, as if he was about to wake up. Under Wen Wenyao's nervous gaze, Song Nanqiao dimly opened his eyes.

The moment she came to her senses, she felt severe pain. The intense pain from her stomach caused cold sweat to break out on Song Nanqiao's forehead. She wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't.

It hurts so much...

Even breathing hurts...

She has lived here for many years and has never suffered such a crime.

"Don't talk...I know you're hurting...I'll get the doctor over now..."

Wen Wenyao quickly pressed the emergency button on the side of the bed, and covered her mouth with the other hand, but she didn't use any force. She knew how much Song Nanqiao was in pain. The more Song Nanqiao's body hurt, the more her heart hurt...

The girl's tears fell on her bed, looking at Wen Wenyao's face, and after listening to what she said, Song Nanqiao slowly began to adapt to the complete pain after the anesthetic failed.

"Don't be afraid... I'm by your side... Be good... It won't hurt soon."

Wen Wenyao coaxed her softly, with a soft tone like cotton candy. Although there were tears on his face, he still left the most gentle side of himself to Song Nanqiao, using his soft voice to make Song Nanqiao relax and feel at ease.

Hearing this, Song Nanqiao nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth were outlined, and the pain on his face seemed to disappear...

The author has something to say: Xiao Wen: Survivors must have blessings

Author Bacteria: If you survive a catastrophe, you must make up for it

感谢在2021-04-1022:02:33~2021-04-1123:44:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 child who twitches and falls;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: It turns out that I have nothing, and Xiaolin has one;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 3 from Qiazhixixi; 2 from Jin bona;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：木槿149瓶；4221873750瓶；我是书虫、名字叫名称20瓶；嘎嘎嘎18瓶；陌上虞城、小赵赵6瓶；45048574、arashramni、the1975、木勺、蛇?、原来、我一无所有、凉生5瓶；阿九4瓶；十一3瓶；49373142、姬崽_Blink2瓶；haruka1瓶；

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