At the foot of the feet are buildings covered by lights.

Above his head is Fan Yetao's eyes full of hope.

The lights in the room were sprinkled on Fan Yetao's arms, which were rubbed by the window.

He Mingqiu's eyes were red, "Just once, I believe it once."

He only gave Fan Yetao one chance.

Whether you can catch it depends on Fan Yetao's performance.

He Mingqiu "worked hard" to put his other hand on Fan Shi's big hand, his eyes full of desire for life and no longer negative.

Fan Yetao was overjoyed, and his heart, which had been nervous, became stable for a moment.

He used his last bit of strength, raised his arm upwards, kneeled on the bed, and exerted 200% of his strength.

At the last moment when his strength disappeared, he pulled He Mingqiu back.

Fan Yetao hugged He Mingqiu's wet body tightly, and his two cold bodies snuggled together, as if they were each other's salvation.

None of them spoke, enjoying the peace of life after the disaster.

Two hearts that beating each other seem to have become the same frequency.

A numb and strange feeling wandered to Fan Yetao's limbs.

Fan Yetao didn't have the heart to figure out what this felt.

Now he is very tired.

He used too much force, and the flesh on his arms and thighs were twitching, and the wound on it was even more painful. It was as if a knife was slashing through it.

Fan Yetao was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the lights on the ceiling without any focal length.

After watching it for a while, I suddenly laughed.

No matter how difficult the process was, he finally saved the person.

Fan Yetao slowed down for a while and sat upright.

He rubbed He Mingqiu's wet hair, "Xiao Yi, I'll go out to get a towel and help you wipe the water from your body."

"You take off your clothes first, don't catch a cold after getting wet clothes."

"Okay, I'll wait for my brother to come back." He Mingqiu squeezed the water from his clothes, and his face was covered with a thin layer of redness.

"Stop calling me brother, call me my name, Fan Yetao."

Fan Yetao's breathing was a little heavy, and his hands were supported by He Mingqiu's side. When he lowered his head, he could see the boy's delicate collarbone and the key parts that were looming.

He Mingqiu was itchy when Fan Yetao exhaled his breath. He turned his body sideways, "What three words are they?"

Fan Yetao walked to the original bed, picked up the falling pen, and wrote his name under the pillow of the hospital bed.

His arms are in very bad shape, and the names he wrote are not as domineering as usual, but rather crooked, like the graffiti works he just learned in kindergarten.

Even Fan Yetao, who took things lightly, had a red face.

He Mingqiu gently read Fan Yetao's name. He coughed a few times, his voice soft, "What a flowing word."

"Brother Fan has such a great attainment in calligraphy."

The narrow-minded tone blatantly penetrated Fan Yetao's ears.

Fan Yetao: “…”

When the child got something sweet, he began to tease him unscrupulously.

Forget it, he doesn't have to worry about the child.

Just think it's a loss.

The child he tried to save even though he was desperate, was really reluctant to speak harsh words and educate him.

"Xiaoyi, wait for me to come back in the ward."

"Apart from towels, I'll bring some porridge back. When you wake up, you get rained and you have to eat something in your stomach."

Fan Yetao locked the window and pushed the bed into the room, saying warmly.

“I won’t run around.”

"No one can take me except Brother Fan."

The boy's eyes were particularly hot. Perhaps Fan Yetao had saved his life. There was a faint feeling flashing in his eyes. Fan Yetao, who had been staring at him, looked very vividly.

Fan Yetao was staggered.

He walked out of the ward almost with his hands and feet.
Chapter completed!