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Rong Sheng and the others watched the red light in the operating room turn into green light, and their tense expressions finally eased one by one.

Another 10 minutes later, Jiang Liang was pushed into the ward by the medical staff lying on the white sheet.

The doctor explained that in the middle of the night there may be some wound inflammation or even a high or low fever, and the family members should always pay attention.

During the recovery period, the diet should be light, and fried, spicy, and soy foods should not be eaten.

Rong Sheng listened to the precautions one by one, but stared at Jiang Liang who was unconscious on the hospital bed due to anesthesia.

The man's lips were a little pale due to excessive blood loss, and his broken hair was drooping listlessly.

He hates Jiang Liang like this.

The doctor arranged everything and left the ward.

Because of the difference between men and women, Wu Yu couldn't stay in the ward all night, so he just went back to pack Jiang Liang's daily necessities.

Under her uncertain eyes, she looked at Henry Zhang, and then put down the things and left.

After Wu Yu left, Henry Zhang asked Rong Sheng if he needed to find an escort. After all, he felt that Rong Sheng would not take care of Jiang Liang.

But Rong Sheng said for the first time that there is no need for nursing staff, he can.

Henry Zhang took a few glances, and finally came to the conclusion: Rong Sheng was because Jiang Liang thought of the previous Su Ziru.

Thinking about it this way, Henry Zhang is not nervous anymore.

He coughed lightly, "It was the female assistant who changed the props."After finishing speaking, Henry Zhang paused, thinking about whether to say the following sentence.

"Say it all at once."

"The reason is that that person is your brainless fan, and she thinks that Jiang Liang is not good enough for you."

Rong Sheng's calm expression suddenly darkened, he clenched his fist and let go.

"You don't need to tell Jiang Liang the reason. I will deal with it."

Rong Sheng silently took a chair and sat in front of the hospital bed.

Today's real knife will either stab Jiang Liang or Shu Hua in the end.

No matter what kind of result it is, it will be harmful to Jiang Liang, but not beneficial.

The switchblade prop used for filming was still held in the palm of his hand before this.

If only he had noticed something was wrong sooner, he just thought it was a backup prop.

Rong Sheng clenched his fists against his forehead, thinking of what Henry Zhang said just now, his anger went up.

It was he who killed Jiang Liang, just like he killed Su Ziru many years ago—the car that crashed into him took Su Ziru's life in the end.

Jiang Liang really developed a low-grade fever in the middle of the night, just as the doctor said.

His mouth was dry from burning, and he was still talking in a daze, calling Jiang's father for a while, and Jiang's mother for a while.

Rong Sheng obeyed the doctor's instructions and smeared Jiang Liang's palms, forehead and feet with medical alcohol.

Probably because of guilt, Rong Sheng, who never took care of others, took care of Jiang Liang with unprecedented patience at this moment.

It was already ten hours later when Jiang Liang woke up again.

There was fragrant porridge and a few side dishes on the table of the hospital bed.

There are rose flowers on the bedside table in the ward, giving off a sweet and elegant smell.

The window was half open, and the light crept in lazily.

Wu Yu was sitting on the chair by the bed, lowering his head and peeling an apple, not paying attention to the awake person on the bed.

The anesthetic had already expired, Jiang Liang moved a little, and the wound was painful.

"Sister Wu." Jiang Liang said hoarsely.

He showed a warm smile, although it was a little ugly on his pale face.

"You scared me to death yesterday."

God knows, yesterday she saw Jiang Liang lying in a pool of blood, as if she saw Jiang Liang from a few years ago.

Fearing that Jiang Liang would wake up with more serious psychological problems, the moment she saw Rong Sheng, she subconsciously felt that Rong Sheng could "save" Jiang Liang.

Jiang Liang shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

"It's nothing." Wu Yu got up and locked the door of the ward before returning to sit down. "I contacted Dr. Lu without authorization last night. I was afraid that your condition would be serious again."

Jiang Liang didn't have the usual disgust this time, he sniffed the scent of flowers in the ward, and asked with a smile, "Did Rong Sheng go to the company?"

He remembered seeing Rong Sheng yesterday before he passed out.

I saw the man's flustered expression, disheveled hair, pushing away from the crowd.

Like the rose at the end of the corridor, it is nostalgic.

"He was the one who accompanied you last night, and he didn't even look for the nursing staff." Wu Yu shook out of bed, took the porridge and said with a smile, "You had a low-grade fever at night, and he was the one who rubbed alcohol on you again and again."

Afraid that the porridge would be hot to Jiang Liang, he stirred it with a spoon again, picked up a spoon and brought it close to Jiang Liang's lips, "Eat it quickly, he also bought the porridge, and specially packed it in a thermal bag."

Hearing this, Jiang Liang felt that the ward in front of him suddenly became more pleasing to the eye.

He opened his mouth wide and swallowed it in one gulp, regardless of whether the porridge was hot or not, or how it looked.

The clear porridge exudes a fragrance in the slightly bitter mouth.

It was obviously a bowl of porridge, but Jiang Liang ate it happily.

The smile on the 26-year-old man's face is no longer the usual false smile, but the joy of a child getting candy.

Wu Yu was naturally happy to see such a smile on Jiang Liang's face.

The gentle mask has been on for a long time, and she is always afraid that one day things will be different and people will be full of holes.

Fortunately, this person still has the material to fill those holes—lover.

Probably nothing has a greater effect than love.

Jiang Liang usually doesn't eat much, but today he ate all the food, and the fruit Wu Yu bought was left out on the bright green cabinet in the hospital.

"Jiang Liang, it's inappropriate for you to do this." Wu Yu picked up the apple and took a bite.

The brat finished eating what Rong Sheng brought, but she didn't even look at it.

Double standards don't have to be so serious, at least pretend it.

Little bunny!

Wu Yu took another bite and was awakened by a knock on the door outside the ward.

When Jiang Liang heard the knock on the door, he straightened his neck and looked around. He didn't look upright in the past.

The next moment, Jiang Liang saw the person he was thinking of with great joy.

With the help of Wu Yu who blocked his sight in front of him, he immediately returned to his previous appearance, and he no longer had the emotion just now.

But that bit of happiness is hidden in my heart, exuding a smell sweeter than honey.

Rong Sheng was still carrying the air-conditioning outside. He sat on the chair Wu Yu sat on just now, and took off the gloves on his hands.

Seeing this situation, Wu Yu thoughtfully found an excuse and left the ward, leaving only the two of them behind.

Jiang Liang was covered with a thin hospital gown, and the quilt only covered his waist and abdomen.

The cold air rushed to his upper body, which made him want to lift the quilt.

"I have communicated with Henry Zhang, and I will start shooting your shots after you are almost recovered. You should recover from your injuries first." Rong Sheng looked at Jiang Liang with flickering eyes.

After all, the prop knife was in his hand at the time, and Jiang Liang was injured because of him.

"Have you found the girl who changed the props? What's the reason? Why did you do this?" Jiang Liang asked Rong Sheng three soul questions, quietly waiting for Rong Sheng to answer.

But looking at the hesitation on Rong Sheng's face, he paused.

"Could it be that that person was arranged by capital? No one can afford it?" Jiang Liang asked again.He was not a kind person by nature.

What happened yesterday was obviously intended to harm him.

Either Shu Hua was bleeding profusely, or he was bleeding profusely.

Either way, it's bad for him.

But in the past four years, he hasn't provoked anyone. Could it be his own black fan?

Or someone Rong Sheng can't afford to provoke.

Jiang Liang turned his arm sideways, took down an orange, peeled it quietly, and put it into Rong Sheng's warm palm.

Forget it, don't delve into it.

He didn't want to embarrass Rong Sheng.

Rong Sheng was pulled out of his daze by the cool touch of Tangerine Bing.Mechanically broke off a piece and ate it.

The smell was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Jiang Liang watched Rong Sheng finish eating the citrus he peeled, not to mention how happy he was.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was Su Ziru's substitute.

It's like forgetting how much orange tastes like citrus.

"I thought, it's not a big deal, you can discuss it with Director Zhang." Jiang Liang smiled lightly and continued to peel a citrus.

This time he handed it to Rong Sheng again.

"I live here, and I can't control it if I want to."

Jiang Liang said this to fable... In fact, these words belong to the fact that he has completely stopped asking about this matter.

He has already handed over the handling of this matter to Rong Sheng.

In this way, Rong Sheng will not be embarrassed, Jiang Liang thought.

He lowered his head and rubbed the yellow impurities between his fingernails.

That is the color of the juice from the peel of the citrus when it has just been peeled.

After finding that he couldn't rub it off, Jiang Liang turned around slightly and took down the wet wipe that Wu Yu put on it from the bedside table.

Maybe the wet wipes were placed a little far away, and his movements were a little too big, which involved the wound.

But in front of Rong Sheng, he didn't dare to make a sound, he just held back the "hiss".

Rong Sheng was still sitting there eating oranges without saying a word, not paying attention to Jiang Liang's movements.

As soon as he finished eating the ginger-cold peeled citrus, a wet towel and a paper towel were handed to him.

He followed along and looked at Jiang Liang.

The man's face was still pale, but he stubbornly held the two wet wipes and tissues in his hands, as if he would keep holding them if he didn't take them.

Rong Sheng finally took it, because his palms and the corners of his mouth had the orange-yellow juice of citrus.

Jiang Liang peeked at Rong Sheng wiping his fingers one by one with a wet towel, and then carefully wiped his palms.

His hands were itchy, but he could only scratch the sheets under the blanket.

It seems to be like this when liking someone, he will be moved and liked whatever he does.

no matter what age.It seems to have returned to the youngest and most stunned time.

Jiang Liang looked at the dark circles under the corners of Rong Sheng's eyes, and was annoyed why he had a fever last night, which made Rong Sheng unable to sleep well and had to take care of him.

"Go and rest, I have nothing to do here." Jiang Liang pointed to the opposite lounge.

The service of this private hospital is doing very well.

Each ward will have a rest room, which is convenient for the family members of the patients to rest.

"I have nothing to do here, and I'm going to sleep soon." Seeing Rong Sheng's questioning eyes, Jiang Liang quickly replied, "And you probably didn't sleep well yesterday, I'm sorry."

Rong Sheng listened to Jiang Liang's words, and said something like "It's not your fault, it's me."

Jiang Liang lowered his head and didn't know why Rong Sheng said that.

I saw that the man had gone to the lounge with his coat.

As the door of the lounge closed, Jiang Liang leaned on the bed safely and stared at the piece of glass between the lounge and the ward.

It seems to be able to see the flowers.