Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 231

Elling asked softly, "Who are you talking to?"

Don't blame her for being suspicious, Doctor Ying's tone of explanation was the same as that of chatting, he was clearly chatting with someone, if he just walked by like this, it would be fine, but he just pushed open the door of Cui An's ward, so The natural appearance is as if the master is by his side.

"Huh, what?"

Ya Ling stood up, followed the sound and walked over, with complicated expressions in her eyes.

Walking in front of Dr. Ying, his eyes turned slightly: "Cui An? Dr. Ying is talking to you, why don't you answer?"

"I think you misunderstood, I just sent him back, I was just talking to a colleague..."

"Really?" Yaling asked, her eyes didn't look at him, she still stared at the direction she thought Cui An was, as if she wanted to see his heart.

Cui An finally made a move. He took her hand and slowly wrote on his palm: The doctor sent me back, it's true.

Yaling still looked at him, he was anxious to write it again, but Yaling withdrew his hand, after a while, oh, suddenly smiled and said: "That's right, I misheard, I'm sorry, Doctor should."

"It's nothing, I sent Cui An back, I still have some things to do, I will leave the rest of the time to you."

"Well, don't worry, I will take care of him."

"Take care?" Cui An pulled her hand again, asking questions on the palm.

"Of course, haven't you just received treatment? You must be very weak. Of course I have to take care of you."

As he spoke, he pulled Cui An behind him: "Doctor Ying has troubled you."

After closing the door, Yaling slowly touched the bedside, and pulled Cuian to the bedside as well.

The two sat quietly for a while, Ya Ling got up and gave up his seat: "Lie down."

Cui An refused, and Yaling refused to write for him, so he stubbornly sat by the bed.

"Lie down, or I'll leave."

Unable to do so, Cui An lay down, and the Elling blind man felt like an elephant, from his hand to his head. There was nothing too abnormal, but his forehead was slightly cold, and there was a layer of fine sweat that had just secreted on it.

"Are the towels in the bathroom?"

After Yaling asked, she didn't intend to wait for his answer, so she turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Cui An couldn't lie down anymore, so she got up and grabbed her, took out a clean towel from the cabinet and handed it to her , Ya Ling gave up her original idea and returned to the bedside.

The work of taking care of people is not very difficult. What patients need is water to drink when they are thirsty, someone to bring food when they are hungry, someone to cover the quilt when they are sleeping, and someone to chat with them when they are bored. These are much more difficult for Yaling. She sees no direction, and she has to make many mistakes before she can find the correct position with simple movements of wiping sweat.

Cui An held her hand several times trying to refuse her care, but this time she was extremely stubborn.

After wiping off the sweat, Ya Ling wanted to pour water, but this time, Cui An refused to agree with anything, held her hand and wrote anxiously on her palm: hot, don't go.

She wanted to get rid of him, but she couldn't match his strength, so she sat down unwillingly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ya Ling seemed to be talking to himself and patted the back of his hand.

Cui An swiped his fingers and said: It doesn't hurt, it's very simple.

"What did they do to you?"

Cui An paused: talking, answering questions, communicating.

Ya Ling picked up his finger and twitched it lightly: "The finger is shaking all the time, I can feel it."

Cui An withdrew his hand, and Yaling pulled it back after looking for the direction: "The palms of your hands are sweating. It was very hot just now, but now it has become very cold. Your body must be the same as your hand, hot and cold, right? wrong?"

"No, talking nonsense, it's normal." Cui Zhen couldn't stand Ya Ling's questioning, so he wrote the answer with his fingers.

"Then what are you shaking?" Ya Ling followed his hands upwards, forearms, elbows, shoulders, and finally his neck: "You are shaking so much, you still want to lie?!"

Yaling stood up suddenly, shook off the quilt under him, and covered it up indiscriminately, and then pressed himself on it, still the same question: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, you're scaring yourself." Cui An replied.

Ya Ling pulled a towel and wiped off the new layer of sweat on his forehead, his voice was already a little unsteady: "So much sweat, what the hell did they do to you?!"

Cui An seemed frightened and didn't answer right away.

After Yaling shouted, she buried her face in his quilt, he couldn't see her expression, but her voice sounded terrible.

Trying to struggle to get rid of her body, but she was crushed to death. It was the kind of exhaustion. Is she protecting something?What are you protecting?
"I'm really fine." As soon as she finished writing, her hand was slapped away by Yaling, and an extremely angry expression appeared on her face. She almost roared and shouted: "Who are you lying to? Are you still calling this?" Something? If you say one more word, I'll call the person surnamed Ying over and confront him on the spot!"

Quiet, sudden quiet.

The tinnitus was only for a moment, but the shock that followed made the silence last for a long time.

Finally, Yaling spoke first: "Tell me, tell me honestly, what happened to you?"

There was no sound, the finger stretched out, hesitated for a long time, before it landed on her palm, she froze, the finger stroked: simple inspection, nothing happened.

"Go to hell with what you say, do you want to keep it a secret? How long are you going to continue to lie to me, a blind man? I just want to hear the truth, just one sentence, if you dare to draw a word for me again , I'll jump right off here!"

Cui An sat up abruptly, and Ya Ling had a sad face, clutching his sleeves, sobbing with dry eye sockets: "Su Wei, what's wrong with you? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)