Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 384 Ninety-Nine Bronchitis (3)
Some people take your heart away, but you still pretend it doesn't hurt, because you love.

"If I could do it all over again, I would definitely treat you very well and not let you suffer any harm. I will protect you since childhood and let you be my only princess..." There was a poignant and blurred smile on the corner of his mouth, weak Said: "If so, Jiumei, will you marry me?"

His lips became whiter and more transparent.

His eyes gradually lost focus.

Jiujiu was startled, and shouted loudly: "Yes! Brother! I will marry you!"

But he can't seem to hear it anymore.

The countenance grew darker and darker.

The rain outside the window suddenly became heavier, crackling and beating on the vines in front of the window.

Xiao Mohan's fingers were surprisingly cold.

"Bro--"

Jiujiu shouted loudly.

The heart rate on the ECG monitor has become a straight line.

She stared into his empty eyes, heartbroken.

His eyes were pitch black.

He was dead, cold hands hanging on the edge of the bed.

Jiujiu stood blankly.

The door behind him was quickly opened.

Then she fell into a warm embrace, and the man protected her head over her heart, preventing her from looking at Xiao Mohan's empty eyes when he died.

"Jiujiu, don't look." Lan Zhongwen escorted Jiujiu out of the ward.

The lights in the hallway were pale and harsh.

The rain was pattering.

Cold and silent.

"Brother is dead..." Jiujiu murmured to himself, the rumbling sound in his ear was getting louder and louder, as if something was about to come out.

Jiujiu widened his eyes.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Within a few days, she saw the death of grandma and Xiao Mohan. Although these two people were not close to her, they repented in time at the last moment.

They all died for her.

Jiujiu covered his face.

Under the cold light, her face was extremely pale, she grabbed Lan Zhongwen's hand vigorously, and buried herself in his arms, weeping badly.

"Jiujiu, don't cry." Lan Zhongwen hugged her tightly with his strong arms.

He hugged her and passed on his warm strength to her.

The icy cold air was immediately dispelled by the faint fragrance of orchids.

He has a unique fragrance of orchids, as well as a sense of nobility and alienation.

Jiujiu was hugged by him, and his bone-chilling limbs gradually warmed up.

He kissed her soft hair, and said in a pity voice, "Jiujiu, the dead are gone, the living should be like this, it's over, don't be sad."

His eyes were calm.

Jiujiu's eyes gradually gained focus, and she hugged Lan Zhongwen's waist tightly, trying to embed herself in his blood.

That night, Jiujiu couldn't sleep.

The torrential rain was pattering, and the sound was very loud and loud.

Jiujiu curled up, as soon as he closed his eyes, Xiao Mohan's empty pupils without light would appear in his mind.

She furrowed her eyebrows in horror.

"Ninety-nine." Lan Zhongwen, who was in his sleep, noticed the movement and opened his eyes suddenly. The strong wind outside the window kept blowing against the spider plants on the ceiling.

The fragrance of orchids comes and goes.

Jiujiu lay beside her, her thin body trembling slightly.

He hurriedly sat up and turned on the small lamp by the bed.

His slender legs stepped to the ground, the ground was icy cold, he didn't wear shoes, and ran to the window to close it tightly.

In the dim light.

Jiujiu's dark eyelashes were slightly wet, and his face was pale.

Lan Zhongwen put his hand on her forehead.

Oops, Jiujiu has a fever!
The illness came very suddenly and was very serious.

Jiujiu hasn't been sick for a long time, and once she gets sick, bronchitis will appear. She keeps coughing and her complexion is gray and blue.

Xiao Zhai's family doctor diagnosed a high fever caused by typhoid fever. If the high fever persists, he must be sent to the hospital for treatment.

Lan Zhongwen was anxious and braved the heavy rain all night to send Jiujiu to the hospital for treatment.

Jiujiu had a high fever for a day and a night.

Lan Zhongwen's mind was unstable, and he stayed by Jiujiu's side all day and all night, taking care of her every step of the way.

slowly.

The fever subsided.

But the cough didn't improve, and Jiujiu was lying in the master bedroom, coughing so badly that her internal organs throbbed with pain.

Lan Zhongwen looked worried.

He still remembered that many years ago, when bronchitis [-]-[-] came out, she coughed for a whole month. During that time, she was as thin as if she had no flesh, and her eyes were sunken and dull.

Will it be so serious this time?
Lan Zhongwen sat on the head of the bed blankly, motionless.

Uncle Lu brought a bowl of gruel into the room, seeing the young master silently staring at the young mistress, he said nothing, gently put the gruel on the bedside table, and left quietly.

The gruel steamed in the cold air.

Lan Zhongwen gently woke Jiujiu up, "Jiujiu, it's time to eat."

His voice was very soft, for fear of startling her.

Jiujiu didn't sleep well, she felt someone shaking her arm, slowly opened her eyes, and saw Lan Zhongwen staring at her with a gentle smile.

"Jiujiu, it's time to eat." With a soft voice, he helped Jiujiu up, and stuffed a pillow behind her for her to rest on.

Jiujiu sat up weakly, his eyes were dull but still calm, "Lanhuaer, how long have I been asleep?"

"It's been four hours, it's time to have dinner now, Jiujiu, how do you feel?" Lan Zhongwen held her in his arms and fed her porridge spoon by spoon.

"Fortunately, my energy is much better, but I have a bad cough in the middle of the night, Lan Huaer, you'd better not sleep with me at night these days, I'm afraid I will infect you with the wind and cold."

"It's okay, my body has good resistance, and I won't get sick easily."

"That's not okay, don't be afraid of [-], just in case, from night on, you can go to the guest room to sleep, but don't work too late, you have to go to bed at eleven o'clock." She took a sip of the porridge and said weakly .

(End of this chapter)