Love you, never separate

Around the ambulance, there are a group of people who are watching the scene. They are watching the crazy Zhou Li talking about something.

After seeing Zhou Li, Doctor Wang felt the most uneasy in his heart. He pushed the people around him away and pushed them in. He pulled down Zhou Li's hand holding the collar of the medical staff and asked, "what about He Qing?"

The medical staff knew Dr. Wang. At this time, they were surprised to see Dr. Wang appear here. "Dr. Wang?"

Doctor Wang was not in the mood to pay attention to him at this time. He just stared at Zhou Li, and his eyes burst out with a kind of angry light. He thought that he Qing's accident must have something to do with Zhou Li.

Zhou Li obviously has reached the point of no distinction between people. His eyes are very red. No matter who the person is, he doesn't think about why he meets Dr. Wang downstairs. He just stares at Dr. Wang's eyes and yells, "what's wrong with He Qing? How did he Qing become like this? You give him back to me! "

Then he sobbed in a low voice, "save He Qing... Save He Qing..."

He saw he Qing fall in front of him for the first time. He Qing's pale face always appeared in front of him. He couldn't see anything else at all. He could only see he Qing's miserable white face and the expression of pain.

You're going to lose He Qing -- a sentence suddenly reverberated in Zhou Li's mind, which made him completely collapse. Is he going to lose He Qing? No, I can't! He can't lose He Qing! Who will save He Qing!

He got a kind of disease. He could go crazy without He Qing.

Looking at Zhou Li's state, Dr. Wang resisted that he didn't wave his fist to Zhou Li's face. He threw Zhou Li away and told the medical staff nearby, "he's a little emotional. Give him some sedatives." Then he opened the door of the ambulance and stepped up.

Zhou Li saw the door of the ambulance was opened, he saw half of He Qing's body, his body suddenly leaned forward, his hands stretched forward, almost brought the wheelchair down, "he Qing!"

Zhou Li's body was pressed back by the medical staff, holding his body to prevent him from moving. Then he felt that the sleeve on his arm was rolled up, and a cool touch mixed with the cold wind came into his little arm skin with a trace of pain. He suddenly felt tired, his eyelids sank, and collapsed on the wheelchair.

"He Qing!" Zhou Li suddenly woke up and sat up, gasping heavily, sweating on his forehead. He had a dream, a terrible dream. He dreamt that he Qing suddenly fainted in front of him. He dreamt that he was going to lose He Qing. He looked into the white space and was glad that it was a dream. No, white! He's in the hospital?

"What's the matter, what's the matter!" Cheng Lin rushed in from the outside of the ward with the bill, "ah, you wake up, how do you feel?"

"What about He Qing? How about He Qing? " He was in the hospital, which means that he was not a dream at all. He Qingzhen had an accident!

He got up in a hurry and wanted to get out of bed to have a look. Regardless of the infusion in his hand, he directly moved out of bed. When his feet were soft, he fell on the ground. His back of hand was in pain, and the blood from the infusion tube flowed back. In a short time, he almost filled the whole drainage tube, and the hanging bag began to be covered with blood.

"Oh, don't get excited. Be careful!" Cheng Lin watched Zhou Li fall to the ground, but one of them didn't respond. He watched Zhou Li's infusion tube begin to flow blood back, "hiss". He quickly stepped forward to help him and rang the call bell at the head of the bed.

The nurse quickly came to pull out the needle for Zhou Li. The back of Zhou Li's hand was a little purple and slightly swollen because of the blood reflux. When he touched it, he felt some pain. He didn't care about it at all. He just wanted to know what happened to He Qing.

"How's he Qing? I'm going to see him Zhou Li continued to repeat, his tone was very urgent, and he wanted to get out of bed again.

"Oh, Grandpa, don't move. You are weak now. He Qing is better now. He Qing is better than you. If you lie in the ward, don't worry about yourself. Don't worry about yourself. You have a fever. Don't you know? Really

Cheng Lin holds Zhou Li down and wants to get out of bed, but he is helpless. Zhou Li really wants he Qing to die. He has a fever like this, and he still worries about He Qing?

"I'm going to see him!" Zhou Li continues to insist and looks at Cheng Lin firmly.

Cheng Lin sighed. He had no choice but to move Zhou Li into his wheelchair and push him to He Qing's ward.

He Qing is still sleeping, his face has returned to a little blood color, and his lips are still a little pale, which makes Zhou Li feel distressed. He gently caresses He Qing's face, some gently caresses, and puts his hand on He Qing's cheek, trying to convey some warmth to him.

He looked at He Qing's sleeping face, a flustered heart, he Qing's sleeping face is too peaceful, peaceful to some of his panic, "how did he not wake up?"

"Brother, he's tired and asleep!" Cheng Lin is a little crazy. Can't you see that? Of course, I'm tired when I fall asleep. Why don't I wake up? How can I get rid of my IQ when I fall in love?

Zhou Li was relieved when he heard Cheng Lin's answer. He held He Qing's hand and sat beside he Qing's bed. With his elbow on the edge of the bed, he put his forehead on his hand and closed his eyes waiting for he Qing to wake up.

Maybe he was also a little tired, and soon fell asleep with his forehead. When he woke up, he found that he was wearing a piece of clothes. He Qingzheng looked at him with a smile. He suddenly sat up straight, and the clothes on his shoulders fell directly to the ground. The cloth and cloth friction made a rustling sound.

"He Qing, you wake up! What about? where are you not feeling well? Do you want me to call Zhou Li wanted to check he Qing's whole body for fear that there was something missing.

"I'm ok, brother Li. I'm just overworked. Just rest. Don't worry." He Qing smiles and pats Zhou Li's head with a gentle face.

He reached out and gently stroked the back of last week's purple hand. A trace of heartache crossed his eyes. "How did you get it, does it hurt?"

"It's OK. I accidentally pulled the needle. It's not a big problem." Zhou Li shrank his hand into his sleeve, trying to cover the trace.

"Brother Li, I'm sorry to worry you." He Qing drooped his head, feeling a little lost, blame him, he should control a little more, if not for his sudden fainting, Zhou Li would not be so worried.

"Don't say that. What nonsense?" Zhou Li some angry and distressed stare He Qing one eye, how he Qing apologized with him? Shouldn't he apologize to He Qing?