Li Ying and Su Man looked at each other, sat up straight and stared at Song Xiang.
"Are you really awake?"
"Song Xiang?"
Song Xiang could speak just now, but now her head felt dizzy and she felt it was difficult to breathe. She couldn't even move her fingers.
Li Ying sighed, "Sure enough, it's my imagination."
Suman felt something was wrong, "I'll ask Uncle Xiang to come in and take a look."
Song Xiang felt relieved in his heart. Fortunately, Manman was reliable.
The sound of my own breathing could be heard in my ears, making me feel flustered.
Someone was vaguely approaching, seeming to be checking her.
"Uncle, can my mother wake up now?"
Xiang Shuyi: "..."
Suman always calls him uncle with a hint of coquettishness and warmth. When this girl calls him "uncle", he really wonders if he is getting old.
Xiang Shuyi held his forehead and said, "I told you, she is just tired and her body functions are disordered. It's not that she can't wake up."
"Then when will you wake up?"
"Wait until your body gets used to it."
"When will I get used to it?"
"I don't know yet..."
"That means I can't wake up?!"
Xiang Shuyi: "..."
"Don't disrupt Uncle Xiang's rhythm. He is already very tired."
"Are you tired? Then he wasn't the one who stayed up all night with you next door to flirt with you last night?"
Song Xiang's temples jumped and she really wanted to open her eyes immediately.
After spending a long time, all my strength was wasted, except that it was harder to breathe, it had no effect at all.
"What are you doing?" A cold male voice interrupted.
The chirping sounds stopped, and the surrounding temperature dropped a lot.
Song Xiang immediately recognized that it was severe cold.
The last scene before coma flashed through my mind, as if I saw him rushing in.
I was a little anxious and wanted to open my eyes and see him.
Everyone in the room was driven away one by one, and he seemed to sit down next to her.
"It's so noisy and you can't wake up, what's wrong with you?"
He raised his hand, scraped her cheek on the edge of the oxygen mask, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get up."
The tip of Song Xiang's nose felt sour, and he must have been dying of anxiety.
His cold palm pressed against the back of her hand, his movements were very careful, as if he was worried about touching the indwelling needle in her hand.
"You're afraid I'll scold you, so you just hide away?"
"I really wanted to teach you a lesson. You disappeared in front of my eyes. Do you know how I felt at that time?"
The man spoke softly, seeming to feel powerless. At the end of the sentence, he started to choke.
Song Xiang was anxious and struggled to open his eyelids.
Her vision was blurry, and she could only see the man sitting by the bed, his head lowered, and carefully touching her hand.
"I'll count one, two, three. Now that you wake up, I'll forgive you, okay?"
"good……"
The very faint sound, through the oxygen mask, seemed to be absent.
Yan Han stiffened, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the faces of the people around him.
"Song Xiang?"
He immediately stood up, leaned close to her, and listened quietly, "It was you who spoke, right?"
"Oxygen...oxygen..."
"What?"
"Cover, take it off."
"Stop talking, my name is Xiang Shuyi!"
After Song Xiang tried his best to finish speaking, he finally opened his eyes, only to feel the figure in front of him flicker. He straightened up and probably rang the bedside bell.
She wanted to raise her hand to pull his clothes, but she had no strength in her arms.
There were a lot of noises outside, and the ward door was pushed open.
Xiang Shuyi walked in, followed by many people.
Through the crowd, Song Xiang saw Rong Zhe pushing Rong Boye to the door.
"Can you hear the conversation?" Xiang Shuyi asked loudly.