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Perhaps it was because the man's hand had been covered under the quilt before, but at this moment there was a different kind of warmth in the palm of his hand, Qiao Xing felt the warmth of his fingertips, and then clearly touched the raised blood scab on the man's skin He paused, took his breath lightly, and didn't dare to move the hand on the man's palm.

He was so careful, but Wen Changrong seemed to feel relieved, he slightly squeezed his fingers together and gently shook his hand, and retracted his eyes that had been quietly watching him, and leaned on the pillow completely relaxed.

The two of them didn't speak, only the palms exchanged each other's warmth, not embarrassed, but normal.

A few seconds passed, and Qiao Xing saw the man's eyelids drooping slowly. The patient's spirit was always not very good, so he would be very drowsy. He thought that Wen Changrong was going to sleep, but he didn't want Wen Changrong to turn his head slightly and look at him body.

"What were you thinking when the car accident happened and you fell to the ground?"

"?" Wen Changrong's voice was very soft, and the question he asked was abrupt. Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment, but didn't realize it, "What?"

"During the stress reaction." Wen Changrong looked at him, "I heard from Wen Chang that you were in a coma for two days because of this, what were you thinking?"

"...Oh that." Qiao Xing slightly rolled his eyes, "I was in a coma for two days."

When Qiao Xing answered, he looked away, as if he was trying to avoid the question just now by changing the topic.

The man watched it calmly, and asked again persistently:

"What were you thinking?"

"..."

Qiao Xing couldn't answer.

He felt a little annoyed by Wen Changrong's question.

What were you thinking at the time?

In fact, Qiao Xing didn't quite remember either.

He only remembered that he had a "sweet dream" during his coma, a "sweet dream" that he was not pushed out of the car, was blown to pieces with Wen Changrong, and walked to heaven holding hands.

What he was thinking at that time, what he longed for in his heart - he wanted to die with Wen Changrong.

"I saw it when you were in a stress reaction." Seeing that he was silent, Wen Changrong opened his mouth first: "You looked terrible at the time, and it was me who bumped into me, but when I saw you, I suspected Whether it was you or not, you may die in the next second at any time."

"..."

"So I thought..."

Wen Changrong paused, his eyes resting on his face for a few seconds.

"I must not die, I still want to save you."

"..."

Qiao Xing witnessed how tragic the scene of the car accident was. In such a tragic car accident, whether the injured person has a strong will to survive plays a big role in the operation. Qiao Xing didn't know that Wen Changrong said this to express himself Is it his spiritual pillar or something else.

He only noticed one other strange problem-the difference in their thinking was really strange.

One thought: If you are going to die, I will also die.

Another thought: If you are going to die, I can't die, I want to save you.

It's like a marathon, the same important person runs at the end, Qiao Xing will fall to the end to run with that person, and tell that person that it's okay, this is not a very important race, it's okay to be last.

Wen Changrong will reach out to grab that person, pull him forward with all his strength, and tell that person to work hard, you can definitely do it.

Faced with the same predicament, Qiao Xing's first reaction deep in his heart was to escape, and he had to bite the bullet to solve it when he couldn't escape. Wen Changrong's first reaction was to face it, just solve it, and it can always be solved.

There are such differences between them, but there is also a subtle similarity and balance.

For example, neither of them ever thought about being separated from each other.

"...you still save me." Qiao Xing turned his head away, let his slightly red eyes look away, and said with a curled lips: "Do you really think you are a god? Megalomaniac..."

At the end, Qiao Xing added: "Out-and-out male chauvinism."

Hearing this comment, Wen Changrong paused for a moment, seemed to think for a few seconds before answering: "Hmm..."

After um, the man tapped his head twice again: "It's okay, it's not particularly serious."

"..." Qiao Xing turned around and looked at Wen Changrong speechlessly for a moment, not knowing whether to call this person shameless or what.

Wen Changrong didn't say anything, his eyes only fell on Qiao Xing's face for a few seconds, and he said, "I won't die, so don't have any strange thoughts."

"..."

"When people have certain thoughts, they will be different in many places." Wen Changrong paused before saying, "That appearance...is ugly."

"...You are ugly!" Qiao Xing retorted immediately.

Wen Changrong didn't answer, but the hand that was overlapping with him was closed again, and the pulp of the finger touched his fingertips lightly.

The ward became quiet again, and neither of them spoke until the man's eyelids drooped slightly, and the fingers that were rubbing Qiao Xing's fingertips also stopped moving. Wen Changrong took a long breath, and his brows were rarely relaxed in the pain of these days. Qiao Xing looked at the man's peaceful sleeping face, and then his back, which had been straightened up just now, bent slightly. He looked at the man on the bed, lost in thought.

……

Since Wen Changrong was released from the ICU, Qiao Xing kept coming here at least once a day—come once and stay for a day.

Wen Changrong's condition improved a bit, and the fat assistant also appeared accordingly, often quietly looking at Qiao Xing with one eye hanging, thinking about the little things in his heart.

Of course, Qiao Xing knew what the fat assistant was thinking about every day, but he felt in his heart—what kind of love expert is not as good as Mrs. Wen's chicken thief.

What the fat assistant did the most during this time was to insinuate that Wen Changrong was so desperate to save Qiao Xing, it was true love.

Mrs. Wen was simple and rude—as long as Qiao Xing was present, the woman would stand up and say to him in a warm voice: Changrong hasn't eaten yet, you can feed Changrong. I'm getting old and I feel a headache when I get up early.

In the end, without waiting for him to say anything, he stuffed the porridge and the spoon into his hand, picked up the corner of his dignified skirt, and walked out of the ward lightly.

Qiao Xing didn't know how to reject a woman who was about the same age as his mother. Secondly, Wen Changrong had just recovered, so he ate very little. He could eat as much as a two- or three-year-old child in one meal, and his body became thinner. Quite a lot.

Qiao Xing saw it, and it was a lie to say that he didn't feel uncomfortable, so he naturally fed Wen Changrong every day without complaint.

Wen Changrong eats small meals frequently, and needs to be fed at least six or seven times a day. In this way, the two of them will naturally spend more time in contact, and there are also many casual touches, and humans are animals, so words are far less than Intimacy through physical contact.

During this period of time, Qiao Xing had a lot of contact with Wen Changrong, but there was also a lot of news from Ji Mingqi.

Ji Mingqi grew up a lot in the car accident, but the way he showed his love was as enthusiastic as ever.

Ji Mingqi often sends him messages, and it's not important. Sometimes it's funny jokes, sometimes it's about some delicious food I ate today, and I send too many messages. I don't know what to send in the next few days. Just draw a villain for him and write: just to create a sense of presence.

Qiao Xing would occasionally laugh at that funny villain, but after laughing, he would soon feel pressured. He tactfully advised Ji Mingqi to go and see other people. Ji Mingqi had an impression of being passive and negligent, so as to give Ji Mingqi a hint.

After such a long time, Qiao Xing didn't know what would happen next for Wen Changrong, but he had thought a lot about it these days, so he could only be a little sure - at least, he wasn't that suitable for Ji Mingqi.

……

Day by day, Wen Changrong's injury did not show any major problems, and his bones recovered well. With the help of treatment, it only takes time for the wound to heal. With the financial resources of the Wen family, it is naturally not a problem to treat these, but the biggest problem is The tumor that came out of Wen Changrong's head.

The day Qiao Xing woke up, he heard that the thing in Wen Changrong's head was embarrassing. Now that more than a month has passed, it is still unclear how to deal with that thing.

Still old problem.

If the operation is performed too quickly, the body will not recover and he will die. If the operation is performed slowly, the tumor may be affected by the car accident and may turn malignant at any time, and he will die as well.

The experts and doctors hired by the Wen family would gather around the meeting room and make noises every now and then, but they never came up with a result.

Every time Mrs. Wen went to the meeting room, she always looked depressed, and Mr. Wen also had a headache. Qiao Xing went to listen to it once, but at the beginning, one of the doctors listed a series of "because XXX may cause XXX" to the doctor. I was so scared that I couldn't sleep well. I always thought that Wen Changrong would die if he caught a cold in the wind. If Wen Changrong drank water, if there were bacteria in the water, he would die, and sometimes his breathing rate was wrong...and he would die too.

Everyone was worried about Wen Changrong, but Wen Changrong didn't care about it like a normal person.

When the tubes on his body were almost removed, Wen Changrong reminded Qiao Xing: "Should you go see your brother?"

"..."

When these words came out, Qiao Xing was stunned.

He completely forgot about it.

It's not Qiao Xing's fault, but Wen Changrong's injury is really serious. Don't look at the intensive care unit, but there are still a lot of tubes on his body. The hospital also regularly draws a tube of blood every day for examination, and the doctor has to come and see him every day. A few times with those horrific wounds, sometimes Wen Changrong coughed twice and a group of people became nervous, fearing that a virus infection would directly kill them.

"But last time... just before the car accident, when I went to the hospital, the dean said that I must accompany you..."

"The situation was different back then. I issued this order because I was afraid it would be unsafe, but of course it is unnecessary now." Wen Changrong said, "I have already told the dean, you just go."

After saying this, Wen Changrong paused again, and said, "I'll accompany you to see him when I'm discharged from the hospital. Your brother still needs a long time for rehabilitation, so he probably won't be discharged soon."

"...Think about how long it will take for you to be discharged from the hospital." With that said, Qiao Xing carefully scanned every inch of the wound on the man's body, and his eyes stayed on the man's face for a long time. After confirming that Wen Changrong's face was not ugly, he asked: " Then I'll go to see my brother, your meal...?"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Xing realized that he was stupid. There were so many servants in the Wen family, and they were not vegetarians.

He shook his head, and replied: "Then I'll go tomorrow, and you talk to the dean."