Zhuo Qianyun quickly stood up and said to the nurse, "He...he's awake."

"Then I'll inform the doctor and let the doctor come over and check it out." The nurse said.

When the nurse left the ward, Zhuo Qianyun lowered her head and looked at the wrist he held, "You... let go of your hand, the doctor will come to check your body later."

But Ye Wenming still held it, as if only in this way could she be sure that she was safe, "Are you... really okay?"

"I'm fine, the child is fine, thank you for saving me... and our child." She said.

A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes. She used the three words "ours", just like... she and him were a whole, not two separate people.

"You're okay, the child... it's okay, it's really great..." he murmured, his already hoarse voice, because his throat was more snormal, and his voice seemed even more broken.

"You have a neck injury, don't talk much!" Zhuo Qianyun said quickly.

The injuries on his neck were much worse than hers.

He obediently closed his mouth, but his dark eyes were still looking at her, and the hand holding her never let go.

Even when the doctor came and wanted to check his physical condition, he still held her hand.

Ye Wenming's postoperative condition is still OK. The most serious injury on his body is the injury on his neck. Therefore, he should talk less within three days and only eat liquid food.

"Mr. Ye, you lost blood this time. Fortunately, most of the blood you injected into you now is your own blood, so there is no big problem. But we know that you used to draw blood regularly every month. At present, in your condition like this, it is not suitable for drawing blood for at least half a year." The doctor reminded.

Ye Wenming's face changed, and he didn't care about what the doctor had told him to speak less, "Is it my own blood that I lost to me?"

"Yes, it was your wife who said that you have blood on the nanny's side, but fortunately it's timely. Otherwise, the blood bank with special blood stocks like you would not have enough, and the situation would be very dangerous." The doctor sighed.

But Ye Wenming's face became even more ugly.

He saved the blood for Qianyun! But now it is used on himself. So what should she do when she gave birth in the future? If she needs blood and the stock is not enough...

Why...why did he use up that blood?

That blood shouldn't be used for him at all!

Ye Wenming felt depressed all over his body. He had always held Zhuo Qianyun's hand, but he unconsciously let go.

The doctor and nurse left, and Zhuo Qianyun wanted to help Ye Wenming cover the quilt. Ye Wenming's voice suddenly rang out, "Why..."

"Didn't the doctor ask you to speak less? If you have anything to say, why don't you wait three days before you say it." Zhuo Qianyun said.

But Ye Wenming continued to speak, "Why do you want to talk about the blood that exists? Those blood should not be used on me at all."

"Those blood is originally yours, and it is the most natural to use on you, right?" Zhuo Qianyun said.

"But you know that the blood is..." He had to continue talking, but her fingers suddenly pressed against his lips and all his voice.

"Ye Wenming... enough, really enough. There are enough of these things you have done for me." She said softly, without the usual coldness and alienation in her voice, but with a hint of heartache, "What's more, the reason why you lose too much blood today is to save me. If you didn't use these blood, then maybe the person who uses these blood would be me."
Chapter completed!