In the hospital ward, Shi Yang lay on the bed on his side with a pillow pressed a little weakly to relieve the dizziness in his head, and did not dare to move much.
The room was also dark, with no lights on.
The phone was placed next to the pillow, and the video was on.
Lin Shanshan looked at her worriedly: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Shiyang replied softly, not daring to move his head much, "I guess there is still a slight concussion and a slight temporary ischemia and hypoxia of the brain tissue caused by some trauma. The doctor just came to see me. I also had a brain CT scan this afternoon, there are no major problems, you don’t have to worry.”
"How could I not be worried?" Lin Shanshan couldn't help but think about it as soon as she mentioned this, "You are alone in the hospital at night, what if something happens?"
"Aren't there still doctors and nurses here? We're not at home." Shiyang comforted her softly, "It's okay, it's just for one night. I can find a nurse tomorrow."
"According to me, you should keep one of Yan Yao and Fu Jingchuan. Life is important. You don't care about his moral sense."
Lin Shanshan, who has been a friend for more than ten years, understands that Shiyang doesn't like to trouble others. She is used to doing everything by herself and never troubles anyone.
Most of the time she approves of Shiyang, but in her opinion, when it comes to things like illness and injury, you still have to bother people appropriately when it's time to bother them.
"I thought I could still hire a caregiver."
Shiyang's voice was soft and soft, with a hint of coquettishness, which immediately left Lin Shanshan speechless.
But she could also understand Shiyang. It was inconvenient not to mention that both of them were men. One was an ex-husband and the other was not familiar with them. They both had their own work to be busy with. Staying up with her all night long would mean she wouldn't be able to go to work the next day. , Shiyang is not just staying in the hospital for a day and a half, it is understandable that she does not want to cause trouble to others.
"Then take care of yourself. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to see a nurse immediately. Don't delay." Lin Shanshan warned.
"I know. I don't dare to trouble others to find a doctor. I'm afraid." Shiyang changed his posture slightly, "Then I'll trouble you first. I'll go back after I'm discharged from the hospital."
"Well, don't worry, I'll take care of everything." Lin Shanshan yawned and stood up, "Remember to take care of yourself, hang up."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Shiyang looked at the hung up phone and lay on the pillow not wanting to move or daring to move, but her thirsty throat couldn't ignore it.
She tried to push herself up with her uninjured left arm. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt a spinning sensation, accompanied by a faint feeling of nausea. Shiyang had to sit down on the edge of the bed again, with her left arm resting on the table. , resting your head on your arms to relieve the discomfort of dizziness.
When the dizziness subsided slightly, Shiyang raised his head slightly, suppressing the discomfort, and reached for the hot water bottle with his left hand, trying to pour some water for himself. He didn't know whether it was due to the sudden force or something, but the dizziness and nausea became fierce again. Suddenly, Shiyang's hand holding the hot water bottle lost its strength, and it fell to the ground with a clang, and the hot water splashed everywhere.
Shi Yang instinctively moved to the side, and the hot water did not splash to her, but the evasive movement also used up the last bit of strength in her body. Coupled with the overwhelming dizziness, she was so uncomfortable that she squatted down holding on to the table. He held his head with one hand to relieve the discomfort, hoping to wait for this wave of discomfort to pass.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, "嘘嘚嘚", once and for all, very rhythmically.
Shiyang looked up at the door in confusion, and weakly replied "Please come in."
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Fu Jingchuan's tall figure appeared at the door of the ward. Against the light and shadow of the corridor, there was a vague smell of dust.
"You..." Shiyang wanted to ask him why he came back, but his voice was choked in his throat again. He didn't know if it was because people tend to feel uncomfortable when they feel uncomfortable, and suddenly he felt like crying.
Fu Jingchuan also saw Shi Yang squatting on the ground, crouching in the darkness, curled up into a ball, holding his head with one hand, his eyes red, looking at him blankly.
At her feet were broken kettles and hot water, looking at the mess.
When Fu Jingchuan frowned, he had already turned on the light with a "pop" sound. He glanced at her bare ankles with his dark eyes. He was already walking towards her.
"You didn't get burned, did you?"
Shiyang shook his head gently: "No."
He put his left elbow on the edge of the bed and tried to stand up: "Why are you here again?"
Fu Jingchuan bent over, picked her up, and put her back on the hospital bed. He then glanced at the room with his dark eyes: "Why are you the only one here?"
