The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Lan Weiyu sat outside the emergency room for the whole night, looking at the lights in the emergency room, his mind was full of Fang Qiyan protecting himself when the explosion occurred.

The operation lasted until the next morning. Secretary Li came over with a tired face. He was also injured and had a plaster cast on his left arm. He said, "Lin Yunshen has been arrested by the police, charged with kidnapping and bombing, and... ...He confessed to Luo Sirao, Luo Sirao was the mastermind of kidnapping you, so he probably won’t be sentenced lightly.”

Lan Weiyu nodded, did not speak, his eyes fixed on the emergency room.

Finally, the lights went out, the door of the emergency room opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked in. Lan Weiyu hurried up to meet her and asked nervously, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor took off the mask, sighed, and said: "The situation is not optimistic. He was too close to the detonation point when the explosion occurred. He suffered multiple fractures all over his body and suffered severe trauma to his brain. We cannot guarantee when the congestion will dissipate, or... ..Can it dissipate?"

"What do you mean?" Lan Weiyu heard her voice trembling.

"If Mr. Fang still can't wake up within two weeks, he may become a vegetable," the doctor said.

Vegetative state... Lan Weiyu's mind buzzed, Secretary Li covered her forehead and said anxiously: "〇hmygod..."

The doctor's lips opened and closed, but Lan Weiyu couldn't hear what he was saying. He looked past the doctor and looked at Fang Qiyan, who was covered in tubes all over his body. This proud man was lying on the hospital bed, helpless and powerless. To save him...

Lan Weiyu felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Secretary Li whispered in his ear: "Mr. Lan, go back and rest first, you have suffered for a long time..."

Lan Weiyu returned to Fang Qiyan's villa, he fell down on the bed, picked up Qi Yan's shirt on the bedside table, hugged it in his arms, sniffed at the familiar ambiguity of the man, Lan Weiyu sniffed, and slowly I fell into a dream.

In the dream, he was back in high school, Fang Qiyan jumped down from the fence, the boy was against the light, his outline was hazy, his face was shockingly beautiful, Lan Weiyu dreamed that Fang Qiyan smiled at him, and he heard his voice: "Do you regret meeting me?"

Lan Weiyu wanted to speak, but felt something sour and astringent stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

After waking up, Lan Weiyu found that Fang Qiyan's shirt was wet.

The next few days were difficult, Lan Weiyu went to the hospital to accompany Fang Qiyan every day, Fang Qiyan's condition did not improve, but Lan Weiyu gradually calmed down, he brought the ceramic dog and put it on the bedside table, it's winter , the weather was very cold, the heating was turned on enough in the ward, but Fang Qiyan's fingers were still cold, Lan Weiyu made hot tea, warmed his hands, and took Fang Qiyan's hands.