Madam Dihao is not good

Naier lay quietly on the bed, her face pale from blood loss, but the electrocardiogram was beating steadily.

Moisture flashed across Su Shijie's deep eyes immediately.

He walked to the hospital bed silently, stared at Chanel for a while, from her eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, looked at her little by little, deeply, as if he wanted to engrave her face into his mind , I will never forget it for a lifetime.

As he watched, his eyes became more tender, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her lightly.

But I was afraid of this touch, and she would disappear.

Su Shijie's fingers stopped in the air helplessly...

She is alive, she is not dead.

"Mr. Su, you've been in a coma all day and all night. Are you hungry? I'll go out and buy you something to eat?"

Su Shijie didn't have any appetite to eat, but he was afraid that when Chanel woke up, she would be hungry.

So he agreed, and asked Xiao Zhang to go back to the apartment to cook some soup and serve it warm in an insulated box.

After Xiao Zhang left, only Su Shijie and Chanel were left in the ward, and it became even more dead silent and lacked vitality.

Su Shijie took a chair, sat by the hospital bed, and looked at her quietly.

It seems that no matter how you look at it, you won’t get tired of it. It seems that if no one disturbs you, he can continue to watch like this forever, and see that the world is old...

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

The footsteps of people passing by in the hospital corridor from time to time.

From time to time, the sound of sickness came from the ward next door, and the room was filled with disinfectant.

When the nurse came to examine Chanel, a stretcher from a car accident passed by outside the door. The patient almost died on the spot. The rescue failed, and the crying voices of relatives and friends lingered in Su Shijie's ears.

After so many years, he has always been alone, never caring about anyone, and never afraid of anyone's death.

This kind of heart-piercing pain from the death of a loved one, Su Shijie has only tasted it once in his life.

That was when he was very young, the grandfather who loved him the most passed away.

He seemed to shut himself in a small room, crying silently for several days and nights, and finally fainted from hunger, and no one asked him.

The moment he woke up, he felt that his life could not be so humble.

He wants to live a more exciting life than anyone else, standing at the highest position and looking down on everyone.

However, no matter how great the grief is, it will be diluted by time, not to mention his age at that time [