Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 695 He looked at her expressively, with indescribable tenderness

He probably only saw one photo, and his heart ached to the point of numbness.

Probably because he was really touched, Shura hugged the girl whose body was getting colder and colder in his arms, the wound on his heart was like a cracked ravine, broken and precarious.

He stared at the girl's snowy face, and after a long while, he said, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of her pain. Otherwise, it's just a moment to die together. This time, I'll let you go!" "

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At the beginning of the new year, the moment Big Ben in the imperial capital rang, An Qiyue, who was unconscious, woke up.

She had been in a coma for two days and two nights from the time she was shot in a coma to the moment she woke up.

An Qiyue moved her fingers, and she had no other senses except pain.

Eye-catching white, strong and pungent disinfectant smell.

Outside the window is the neon night scene, and the white curtains are half hung.

She still has a tube in her throat, an oxygen mask on her nose, and an electrocardiogram monitor beside her. The only thing that can move is her eyes.

An Qiyue gently moved her fingers a few times. Her vision was a little blurry. She didn't know if it was due to blood loss, or she felt that she couldn't stand the glare of the light. After looking at things for a while, her eyes were sore and stinging.

She closed her eyes for a while, and when she opened them again, a tall and handsome figure was cast over her head.

Time was in a trance, and the double image brought in by the eyes made her lost for a moment.

She looked at the eyebrows and eyes of the man leaning down, and the eyes were filled with thick mist.

She wanted to speak, but her whole body relied on medical equipment to survive, but she couldn't do anything.

Throat intubation is always indescribably painful. She fluttered her eyelashes for a while, and frowned deeply, expressing her discomfort.

The man's hand caressed the tip of her brow, her dark eyes were like stars reflected on the sea, broken and intoxicating.

The blue-striped checkered hospital gown could not conceal his elegance at all.

His voice was cool, like a cold spring night, a bit prickly and a bit cold, but it was so clear that no one could comment on it, "Good boy, it's all right!"

An Qiyue blinked her eyes, a shallow bruise grew on the man's handsome jaw, and a thick bandage was wrapped around the half-open shoulder blade. As her eyes moved down slowly, she noticed a pair of his eyes. The leg is still in a plaster cast.

If so, the man still likes to see the anger of man and god, without the slightest bit of relaxation and embarrassment.

He looked at her expressively, with indescribable tenderness.

He just stared at her for a moment, just like the appearance that appeared in countless dreams.

I want to remember her to the depths of my bone marrow, and never forget her for a long time.

His fingertips brushed against her eyelids, and the crystal liquid wrapped around his fingertips and slipped into his palm, "It's hard? I'll call the doctor, huh?"

An Qiyue could only express with her eyes, and she closed her eyes to express her good intentions.

Ten minutes later, several experts who flew in from abroad came in the intensive care unit.

Probably comforted by the girl's good state when she was awake, the haze when she came in was swept away on her face.

The intubation was removed quickly, but during the extubation process, An Qiyue, who regained consciousness, was still agitated or unable to bear the extubation process, and her mood was not stable.The doctor forcibly gave her a sedative, and she fell asleep peacefully.

After the doctor's examination, the attending doctor bowed slightly to the man standing by the window, and said, "She's not in danger anymore, she's in good health, and her nutrition will keep up in the later stage, so she can be discharged soon."

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