Her cheeks were slightly hot and she stammered: "Well, I..." Ji Xiuran stood up, stretched his stiff limbs, and his eyes fell on Zhao Ningchu.
"How's it going? Are you feeling better?"
Zhao Ningchu nodded: "Well, your hand!"
"Don't worry, it's a minor injury!"
"Let me see!"
Zhao Ningchu whispered.
After saying that, he reached out to pull Ji Xiuran's injured hand, looked at the scars on it, and said softly: "Idiot!"
"fine!"
"It hurts, it's already like this."
"Just kiss me and it'll be fine!"
Zhao Ningchu:......
When Ji Xiuran saw this, he reached out and gently rubbed the top of her head: "If you don't want to, forget it."
Just seeing Zhao Ningchu wake up well and be by his side is more satisfying than anything else.
Zhao Ningchu leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of his hand.
Ji Xiuran froze, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "This doesn't count!"
"You...you said I kissed you, but you didn't say where?"
Zhao Ningchu looked up at him.
The next second, Ji Xiuran's palms passed through Zhao Ningchu's hair, clasped on the back of her head, and then his lips fell on her somewhat white lips.
Zhao Ningchu's cheeks turned red unconsciously.
This kiss Ji Xiuran kissed very gently and reverently, as if he were treating a treasure.
He let go of his head and saw that her pale lips finally had a trace of blood, and the smile on her face deepened.
"Do you need me to call the doctor?"
"No, I feel fine now, it's okay!"
Ji Xiuran's eyes fell on her gauze, which was already stained with a faint red color. He reached out and touched it and said softly: "Does it hurt?"
Zhao Ningchu shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, I'm not that delicate."
Ji Xiuran frowned when he saw her shaking her head, knowing that Zhao Ningchu was trying to endure it.
Seeing Zhao Ningchu pretending to be nonchalant, Ji Xiuran felt even more uncomfortable.
He reached out and hugged the person in his arms: "Do you know, I was scared to death when I saw you covered in blood?"
"Don't be afraid, I'm fine, don't worry."
After saying that, he pushed Ji Xiuran away, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.
Ji Xiuran saw this and quickly held her down: "What are you doing? You just had surgery yesterday and your leg is still injured. You can't get out of bed."
"I'm fine!"
After saying that, he pushed him away. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left knee. Zhao Ningchu staggered and threw himself forward.
Fortunately, Ji Xiuran quickly caught her and held her in his arms.
"Don't move around, you don't want your legs anymore!"
"I'm fine."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to push him.
When Ji Xiuran saw Zhao Ningchu's behavior of being strong and disregarding his own health, he immediately became a little angry, but he couldn't bear to get angry at Zhao Ningchu.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and said patiently: "Achu, stop making trouble, your leg is injured now, and you have just had surgery and need to rest."
"I said, I'm fine, I want to go out, I want to see Xiaobai, I... you let me go find him..."
Speaking of Xiaobai, Zhao Ningchu couldn't hold back anymore and leaned on Ji Xiuran's shoulder, crying loudly.
The scene of Xiaobai lying in a pool of blood in her mind still makes her whole body tremble when she thinks about it.
When Ji Xiuran heard Zhao Ningchu talking about Xiaobai, he froze and said after a while: "Xiaobai is fine, don't get excited, don't cry! His operation was successful and he is in the ward now."
"I'm going to see him!"
After saying that, regardless of his injuries, he pushed Ji Xiuran away hard, supported the wall, and limped toward the door.
Ji Xiuran rushed up and stopped in front of Zhao Ningchu: "Ah Chu, calm down. You can't walk now. I'll carry you to bed. Don't be willful."
'I want to go see him. Xiaobai will definitely cry if he can't see me!'
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Xiuran shouted: "That's enough!"
Zhao Ningchu was stunned by his yelling and looked at him without saying a word, with resentment in his eyes.
Ji Xiuran regretted it instantly.
"Achu, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you!"
Zhao Ningchu ignored him and walked directly past him out of the ward.
Ji Xiuran sighed helplessly, stepped forward and picked up Zhao Ningchu: "You are injured and you can't use your legs!"
'Ji Xiuran, let me go, I know you don't care about Xiaobai's life or death at all."
After saying this, Zhao Ningchu struggled hard and slapped and hit him on the shoulder.
"You wish something would happen to Xiaobai, since you don't like him at all anyway."
Ji Xiuran grabbed Zhao Ningchu's wrist and said irritably: "Who said I don't like it? I am also worried about Xiaobai's accident, but in the current situation, there is no point in worrying. Your physical condition..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ningchu interrupted and said, "I don't need your attention, just let me go."
"Xiao Bai is in the intensive care unit now. You can't see him at all. He will be fine. Don't worry, okay?"
"Intensive care unit?" Zhao Ningchu muttered to himself, struggling even harder.
In the intensive care unit, he must have been seriously injured.
No, she had to go and see.
"Ji Xiuran, let me go and let me go see him."
Zhao Ningchu struggled, and the gauze on his forehead overflowed with blood.
When Ji Xiuran saw this, he immediately panicked.
"Achu, please be obedient. You can take good care of yourself in the ward. Xiaobai is still in a coma. You can't do anything if you go there. Can you be obedient?"
Zhao Ningchu said again with a cold face: "Let go!"
'Ah Chu, can you please stop making trouble.'
"Ji Xiuran, Xiaobai is my son, even if you just take a look at it from a distance, if you don't go, I will, let go!"
Ji Xiuran knew Zhao Ningchu's temperament, so he had no choice but to compromise in the end.
"Achu, don't be excited. Your physical condition is not very good now. I will carry you over and take you to see Xiaobai."
When Zhao Ning first heard this, her mood improved a little.
"I'll go there by myself, I don't need you to hold me."
It's still very early in the morning and there's not a lot of people in the hospital yet.
Every time Zhao Ningchu took a step, she felt a stinging pain in her knees. She knew that Ji Xiuran's body had not fully recovered yet, so she insisted on not letting him hug her and gritted her teeth and walked step by step towards the intensive care unit.
Ji Xiuran was protecting her from the side. Seeing her holding back, he felt very sad, but he couldn't do anything about it.
When she arrived at Xiaobai's ward, she happened to see the nurse who was doing rounds coming out of the room. Upon seeing this, Zhao Ningchu ran toward the nurse without caring about her injuries.
"Doctor, how is the child?"
The nurse glanced at her and then scolded her seriously: "You just finished the operation, what are you doing out here?"
After speaking, his eyes fell on Ji Xiuran and said sternly: "How do the family members take care of him? Do they know the seriousness of the patient's injury?"
When Zhao Ningchu heard this, she quickly said: "It has nothing to do with him. I want to see my son. How is my son doing now?"
"The current situation is stable. The family members will take the patient back to the ward. The nurse will check the patient later."
After saying that, he passed Zhao Ningchu and left.
Because it was in the intensive care unit, Zhao Ningchu couldn't enter and could only look at the situation inside through the small glass on the door frame.
Zhao Ningchu stood on her tiptoes and looked inside, but she couldn't see which bed Xiaobao was in. She could only see a few small beds near the door.
"Ji Xiuran, why can't you see it? I want to see Xiaobai."
"Go back, you can't see it."
Zhao Ningchu sniffed: "No, I want to guard him here."
'Ah Chu, don't be willful. You heard what the doctor said just now. Go back.'
"No!"
"Zhao Ningchu, can you stop being so willful? The doctor said that Xiaobai's condition is stable. You just had an operation and you can't walk around. Can you not put more burden on the medical staff?"
At first, Ji Xiuran shouted irritably, but in the end, he felt more helpless and distressed.
He continued: "Xiaobai's condition is very stable. If Xiaobai is like this, but you fall down when Xiaobai is well, then Xiaobai will definitely be very sad."
Zhao Ningchu lowered his eyes, tears rolling down from his eyes.
"It's my fault, I didn't take good care of him."
Zhao Ningchu fell into deep self-blame.
If I had been more cautious at the time, this wouldn't have happened.
Ji Xiuran held her in his arms: "It's me. I didn't take good care of you mother and son, so I gave others the opportunity to harm you. Don't worry, I will give you and Xiaobai justice. Can you go back to the ward?"
"
Zhao Ningchu shook his head: "How about you just let me take a look? Go and tell the doctor to let me take a look at the child."
Ji Xiuran saw Zhao Ningchu looking like he was about to faint at any moment, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and took out his cell phone to contact the dean.
After hanging up the phone, Ji Xiuran hugged Zhao Ningchu in his arms and comforted her softly: "Stop crying, promise me, we will go back after just one look."
Zhao Ningchu nodded repeatedly.
Within a few minutes, the door of the intensive care unit was pushed open from the inside, and the doctor came out. Before he could speak, Zhao Ningchu asked urgently: "Doctor, how is my son?"
"The child can't see right now. We took photos and you can look at the photos."
After saying that, he took out his mobile phone and handed the photos he took to Zhao Ningchu.
When Zhao Ningchu saw the photo, she couldn't help but breathe heavily.
In the photo, several pieces of Xiaobai's original hair were shaved, needles were inserted into it, and an oxygen mask was placed on his face. His originally rosy face looked so pale through the photo.
Especially when she saw the small scar on Xiaobai's cheek, Zhao Ningchu couldn't hold back at all and cried while looking at the photo.
Until the nurse took the phone away, she was still stunned on the spot, sobbing sadly.
"Xiao, Xiaobai is still so young. He shouldn't suffer this kind of crime. Yes, it's mine. I was wrong, wuwuwu..."
Zhao Ningchu sobbed, her heart clenched tightly, and she kept beating her chest.
Ji Xiuran looked at her act of self-punishment and grabbed her hand: "Achu, it's not your fault, don't do this to yourself."
Zhao Ningchu was sobbing and couldn't say a complete sentence.
Ji Xiuran held her in his arms: "Ah Chu, don't do this."
"Ji Xiuran, why didn't we protect Xiaobai? He is only four years old and he is still suffering from such a crime at such a young age."