don't be alone anymore

*warm sun*

……

After the operation, Wen Yang fell asleep until the next afternoon before gradually waking up.

During this period, Wen Guodong went to and from the resident doctor's office several times.

The father who thinks too much in his heart always has to hear the doctor's reassurance before he is willing to rest assured.

Until the delicious taste of the porridge woke up the gluttons in the stomach of the person on the bed, and the sleeping bugs were dispelled.

Wen Yang blinked his eyes, as if he still couldn't get used to the whiteness of the world in front of him.

"Wake up, daughter!"

She turned her head and looked at Wen Guodong who hurried to her bedside...

After recalling where he was, he nodded to reassure the other party.

"Just in time, the porridge that Muzi ordered for you has also arrived. Are you hungry, why don't you get up and eat while it's hot?"

"Muzi?"

Wen Yang subconsciously searched for the person represented by this name in the ward...

It's just that in the single ward, no one else was seen except Wen Guodong.

Wen Yang, who had regained some clarity, looked at Wen Guodong in doubt.

At first, I was a little puzzled, where did Jian Muzi go?

Second, there is doubt...

When did Wen Guodong become so familiar with Jian Muzi?

Muzi?

Seeing his daughter woke up, the relieved father opened up the chatterbox.

"Yesterday, the child Muzi felt that I was not used to calling her Doctor Jian, so I can just call her Muzi."

The name "Doctor Jane"...

What's not to get used to?

Wen Yang smiled, and she naturally heard the "don't want to be born" behind the not-so-accustomed words.

"Dad, help me roll the bed."

"Okay, wait, girl."

Wen Yang still wanted to support the bed and get up... The patient who just woke up suddenly ignored why he appeared in the ward of the inpatient area.

Until...the pain caused a "hiss" in my heart.

The piercing pain came from the little finger of the left hand, and the person on the bed was suddenly awakened by the bone-piercing pain from the memory of yesterday.

She was the one hospitalized with injuries.

"What's wrong!"

Wen Guodong rushed over from the end of the bed in a hurry, seeing Wen Yang curled up on the bed with his left hand in his arms, he immediately understood what happened.

"I'm going to call the doctor!"

"No need, Dad!"

Wen Yang immediately stopped Wen Guodong.

"I really don't need Dad... I just forgot for a while..."

She quickly changed the subject,

"I'm hungry……"

The pain is real, and the pain is so real that I lose my appetite.

But this porridge was Jian Muzi's worry about her shift time, Wen Yang didn't want to waste it, and didn't want to worry the two people who cared about him.

She had to eat half a bowl of sweet pumpkin porridge.

The fibers of the pumpkin are filtered out by the gauze.

What remains in the porridge bowl is the thick and easy-to-eat essence.

Mixed with milk, it makes a bowl of pumpkin porridge an excellent sweet tonic.

……

Because of asking for leave some time ago, Jian Muzi can't trouble Mingli to adjust the vacation schedule.

It is already a great generosity and consideration for Ming Li to temporarily adjust the shift schedule and arrange for her to be on the day shift.

Jian Muzi didn't want to cause any more trouble, so she had to leave the hospital before Wen Yang woke up.

Before leaving the ward, she bid farewell to the person on the bed.

Gently pinched the man's right hand fingers, pinching each one along the way.

The reason why she chose to stay here at night... Apart from accompanying Wen Yang, she also kept Zhang Luzhi's words and even the reason why Wen Yang was injured in her heart.

If in the past period of time, Wen Yang was still very concerned about and blamed herself for Li Yanqing's death, then after the day/day appearance faded, would she be able to face those unknown emotions when she was with Wen Yang at night.

What's more, Wen Yang was injured, on the phalanx of his finger.

The phalanx with steel nails inserted, after the anesthesia//drug//drug//sex fades...

At night, if Wen Yang has trouble falling asleep, she wants to be by Wen Yang's side.

It's good to talk about comfort.

……

"Sister Zhizhou?"

An "expensive" guest came to the ward in the afternoon.

Xia Zhizhou who appeared in the ward was not a guest who rarely visited on weekdays, but a guest who appeared in the ward occasionally.

"Sister, why are you here?"

Wen Yang propped up his upper body, and put down the magazine cover he was idly twisting in his right hand.

……

When Xia Zhizhou came, Wen Guodong had already left the hospital.

He has to go home to get some Wen Yang's change of clothes.

According to Mu Zi's words, it will not feel comfortable to wear a hospital gown all the time.

In the early hours of the morning, after Wen Yang finished his IV, Jian Muzi went back to the dormitory, took a set of clean pajamas and brought them over.

In addition, in the 24-hour convenience store, Jian Muzi bought all the magazines with covers on the display rack.

Newspapers are not acceptable, they are too dirty.

As for the daily necessities necessary for hospitalization, they are all fully prepared.

……

"I'll come to see you~"

When Xia Zhizhou appeared in the ward, Wen Yang certainly knew that the other party was here to visit him.

She was just a little flattered.

In fact, she and Zhizhou don't seem to be considered friends.

People who are not even friends come to visit me who is hospitalized...

Xia Zhizhou tidied up the bedside table on his own, and took out an area where glass vases could be placed.

She brought a bouquet of white roses - Jian Muzi's favorite white roses.

By the way, she brought a beautiful glass vase, which she made herself.

"For you~my sister's favorite flower~"

In the first half of the sentence, Wen Yangyuan wanted to say thank you, but then... She was choked up by the latter sentence and didn't know how to answer it.

Of course Wen Yang knew that Jian Muzi liked white roses.

And because Jian Muzi likes white roses, she fell in love with white roses.

You know, the former Wen Yang didn't have a favorite flower.

……

"Wen Yang, I remember that when Xiao Mu was in her sophomore year, I held an art exhibition in New York and gained some fame. At that time, I wanted to give her a painting. I asked her what color she liked. She answered me that she didn't like it. Any color is fine...A few days ago, my sister took the house key from my family and started to decorate the house. At the beginning, my sister who didn't like colors, now I have changed the base color of my house to Sky blue... do you think, why is that?"

Wen Yang frowned.

She didn't know about the two things Xia Zhizhou said.

Jian Muzi accepted the gift from her family?

The background color of Jian Muzi's new house is sky blue?

She suddenly remembered what she said inadvertently back then.

In fact, it can't be considered inadvertent, she said it to Jian Muzi on purpose...

Jian Muzi, do you like sky blue?

Sky blue is the color of my uniform, you may consider liking it.

I was really thinking about it...

And a choice has been made.

……

Xia Zhizhou sat back on the sofa, and the afterglow of Midsummer fell on this woman.

Her eyes were lingering, as if she was recalling some beautiful and beautiful moments in her life.

"Most of the art exhibition in my junior year was inspired by Xiao Mu. When she came to our house, those eyes left a deep impression on me. Although I have seen many pairs of gentle eyes, I have also heard many people I have said that I am a gentle person, including my own sister... But in my heart, my sister is the most gentle person..."

Xia Zhizhou smiled.

The purpose of her coming here is not to punish the treasure that slipped away, but to visit sincerely.

"You should know that she is a person who is unwilling to ask others for help... Strangers will not, and people she knows will not. The more familiar people are, the more she wants to be their reliance. So last night, when you entered the operating room Before, she was able to call the dean, I was surprised. I think Madam should also be surprised, so she called me immediately. My sister asked the dean to give you the best orthopedic surgeon..."

Xia Zhizhou got up and came to Wen Yang's bedside, which was full of emotions.

She gave Wen Yang a gift,

"Probably when I saw you last time, I felt that you would be different."

……

After Xia Zhizhou left the ward, Wen Yang used his uninjured right hand to remove the wrapping paper covering the gift.

After uncovering, it is a painting.

At first glance, nothing could be seen.

However, the second eye, the third eye...

Wen Yang seemed to see a person in this colorful sketch...

She saw herself.

……

The emergency team in September received a lot of mischievous cases because of the opening of the school.

From the shift change in the morning to tea time, the emergency team has been on the road.

When sending patients to a hospital twice, Jian Muzi almost won the time to go to the inpatient area.

She knew Wen Yang was awake.

The person who woke up had already sent her a text message immediately.

But without seeing it with her own eyes, Jian Muzi still couldn't feel at ease.

And even if she saw it with her own eyes, she still wanted to stay by Wen Yang's side.

However, in addition to being Wen Yang's Jian Mumu, she is also Doctor Jian in the emergency center.

Dr. Jian finally had time to go to the inpatient area after 3:[-] p.m., fulfilling his wish.

The rare rest time, even lunch is too late.

……

The messy bangs on the forehead have already reminded the patient who moved to the sofa that the emergency doctor came here in a hurry.

From the moment the other party appeared at the door of the ward, Wen Yang subconsciously turned on his cell phone.

The time is... 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

It's not time to get off work yet.

"you……"

All the extra words were swallowed back into his mouth.

Police officer Wen's best at empathy is on Jian Muzi, but she just can't bear to think about it.

Wen Yang quickly found the unused towel in the plastic bag.

Clean towels and paper towels were held in his hands, and he handed them over.

"Your face... sweated a lot..."

Wen Yang closed the door of the ward tightly, hoping that Jian Muzi could get a moment of coolness in the ward.

She pushed Jian Muzi to the sofa with one hand and sat down, and hurried to get the chicken soup brought by her friends Jiang Chen and Jian Ting when they came to visit in the afternoon.

"You haven't had time to eat yet, have you?"

I also know that if he has time to eat, this person will not even have time to reply to his WeChat/letter.

Wen Yang was still thinking about opening the lid of the thermos... Just as he was about to move, Jian Muzi stopped him.

"Wen Yang."

With a little exasperated stifle,

"Remember what I told you before entering the operating room yesterday?"

Officer Wen let out an "uh", and obediently withdrew his right hand and left hand that wanted to help.

Be good...

Be good.

Seeing Police Officer Wen pouting his lips as if he had regained his vitality, and his obedient but somewhat protesting appearance, Jian Muzi unconsciously raised the corners of her lips.

She opened the thermos pot containing native chicken soup for the person whose left hand was injured, and drank the whole bowl of chicken soup under the expectant eyes of the other party.

After being cold for two days and one night, the limbs and bones finally ushered in the warm sun.

……