In Zhang Xueqing's ward, the lights were a little dim, and Meng Zihang leaned on his chair and fell asleep.
Meng Fansen gently opened the door and cautiously reached inside.
"Shh!"
Zhang Xueqing made a silent gesture and tapped the person sitting on the chair with her chin.
Meng Fansen opened the door and strode in, and directly woke up Meng Zihang who was sitting there, "Xinxin has left the operating room and is in intensive care unit A07."
The dazed Meng Zihang stood up suddenly, raised his feet and walked out the door. Without paying attention, he stumbled on a chair, and went straight out of the door without looking back.
Zhang Xueqing curled her lips, I am afraid this son was not picked up.
"How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Meng Fansen straightened the chair that his son had knocked crooked and sat on it again.
"Okay, how is Xinxin?"
The two chatted incessantly, "I will send you back soon and bring some changes of clothes to Xinxin. She may have to stay for a while."
"okay."
Zhang Xueqing, who still thought about leaving alone when she saw someone, could only obey the arrangements.
Xinxin's operation went smoothly. Zhang Xueqing took a look and found that the person was not awake yet, but it was getting late and she had no choice but to go home first.
With Li Yungang's reminder, He Qiaolan carefully observed Zhang Xueqing's every move and found that this girl did not seem to be the kind of person who was full of calculations.
Her eyes were pure and clear, and she looked very dignified. As for her illness, He Qiaolan also asked the doctor specifically, and she felt at ease.
"Thanks to you this time. When Xinxin is discharged from the hospital, she will come to my aunt's house and she will prepare delicious food for you."
It was rare to meet a girl that her son cared about, so He Qiaolan wanted to observe her again.
"Okay, sorry for bothering you, ma'am, I'm going back first. We'll meet you at home when Xinxin is discharged from the hospital."
Zhang Xueqing didn't take what He Qiaolan said seriously. She just dealt with it politely and left the hospital with Meng Fansen.
It was already dark now, and the first snow was still falling, getting bigger and bigger. The whole world was gray, and the sky felt a lot lower, making it hard to breathe.
On the way back, Meng Fansen didn't drive so fast. He just looked at the woman leaning on the chair in the rearview mirror and felt a little worried.
Zhang Xueqing would feel dizzy and nauseous, as if she was motion sick, and all the joints in her body would feel a dull pain as if they were being gnawed by ants.
With the experience of her previous life, she could now endure the pain mentally, but her body still couldn't bear it.
This disease is that the worse the weather, the more aggressive it becomes. In addition, I went out in a hurry today and didn't wear much warmth at all.
After resting for such a long time, I thought I had calmed down, but I didn’t expect that after walking for a while, my body kept screaming.
After finally reaching home, Zhang Xueqing waved her hand at the person who was about to catch up and went straight into the yard.
There had been no one at home all day, so as soon as I entered the house, I felt even more uncomfortable with the cold air all over my body.
He asked Maizi to turn on all the heating devices, took off his coat and got into bed.
As for eating? You won’t be hungry when you fall asleep.
My legs are weak and my whole body is weak. My limbs seem not to be my own, and each has its own opinions.
Wrapped in a quilt and lying quietly on the bed, I felt the blood slowly circulate in my body.
This damn disease is like a robber, attacking Zhang Xueqing's body. The weaker you are, the more overbearing it is, which perfectly fulfills that sentence,
While you are sick, I will kill you.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Xueqing felt someone pushing her beside her, and then she slowly raised her eyelids. Meng Fansen's tall figure stood in front of the bed.
"Eat something and sleep."
The smell of rice hit me head-on, and my stomach, which wasn't very hungry at first, started to scream as if I had been given some instructions.
The words Zhang Xueqing wanted to refuse came to her lips, but they were swallowed back again.
She endured the pain all over her body and climbed up with difficulty. A bowl of clear noodle soup, fried eggs, and green cabbage immediately whetted Zhang Xueqing's appetite.
Zhang Xueqing raised her left hand to measure this large soup bowl, and tears instantly overflowed from her eyes.
He said aggrievedly, "I can't bear it."
She wanted to go down to the ground to eat, but her legs were weak. She couldn't hold the big bowl of noodles in one hand, and she might have to put it on the bed.
At this moment, countless grievances emerged in Zhang Xueqing's heart. Such a shameful aspect made her feel even more uncomfortable.
"You eat, I'll serve it to you."
Meng Fansen's rare gentle tone, like a whisper, relieved Zhang Xueqing's inner embarrassment.
She gently sat on the edge of the bed, raised the bowl to a suitable height for her, and didn't rush her, just waiting calmly.
Zhang Xueqing took the chopsticks, suppressed the sourness in her heart, slowly raised her arm, picked up a chopstick and put it in her mouth over the bowl of noodles.
The aroma of noodles instantly surrounds the entire mouth, taste buds open, and the stomach feels so empty, just wanting to be filled, and filled again.
When she first fell ill in her previous life, it was also the time when the first snowfall came in winter. Zhang Xueqing lay at home alone for a whole day. Her whole body was weak, there was pain everywhere, and she couldn't get out of bed.
The helpless feeling lying on the bed made her confused, and she didn't understand the meaning of persisting?
Is it because her mother told her to live a good life before she died?
She worked so hard in life, but she still had to lie in bed and endure the torture of the disease, with no one around to pour water.
That time Zhang Xueqing felt an endless sense of helplessness in her heart.
What happened in the past life was in stark contrast to everything in front of him, and tears fell into the bowl without even realizing it.
"Isn't it delicious? Why are you crying?"
Meng Fansen, who was always staring at her, said, "If it tastes bad, don't eat it. I'll get something else."
As he said this, he was about to take the chopsticks in Zhang Xueqing's hand, but someone dodged him.
Zhang Xueqing raised her red eyes, looked at the man in front of her, and choked with sobs,
"Thinking of my mother."
…
Meng Fansen paused, not knowing how to answer, so he could only bite the bullet and say,
"If it doesn't taste bad, just eat more. I'm going to the hospital in a moment and won't be back until noon tomorrow. You stay home alone and pay attention to your safety. If you need anything, call me."
"Why are you so nice to me."
Zhang Xueqing interrupted Meng Fansen's nagging.
The man was stunned, then handed the bowl to Zhang Xueqing's mouth, "Drink some soup, it will warm you up faster."
When she didn't get an answer, Zhang Xueqing didn't hold on, speeding up and eating the noodles in the bowl.
When Zhang Xueqing couldn't eat anymore, Meng Fansen stood up, took the chopsticks, and took them out together.
When he reached the door, he stopped and said, "Neighbors should help each other, not to mention you are Xinxin's savior."
The sound was not very loud, but the person sitting on the bed still listened attentively. Just as he was about to speak, the man opened the door and went out directly.
