She wanted to move her hand, but found that besides pain, her hand felt nothing else and seemed unable to move. She immediately sat up in fear and squeezed his hand tightly with her other hand, asking, "My hand...
Is it abolished?"
A child without anyone to care for her could only support herself. She couldn't imagine what she would do if the hands were cruel.
Yan Shaodi's hand was dry and strong, with the stability she needed. He held it back, rubbed the palm of her hand, and comforted her, "Your hand is fine. If it hurts, it will be fine. That doctor's skills
good."
As he spoke, a cold light flashed in his eyes that she couldn't detect.
She didn't know that when he was in the operating room, the nurse hurriedly ran out and told him that she had lost too much blood, but the blood bank did not have her blood type. At that time, he kicked the people in the operating room to pieces, like Satan from hell.
, warned them in a dangerous tone, "If An Xia's hand is destroyed, then I will blow up the whole hospital. So, I don't care if your blood bank has this blood type or not, you have to find a living person."
Give her a blood transfusion!”
His words were like the king's will, and she felt at ease.
Although Yan Shaodi is a bit annoying, he never talks empty words.
She smiled weakly, "Thank you, Yan Shaodi."
"Call me Young Emperor." He heard her calling him "Young Emperor" in her dream. He liked her calling her like this. It seemed that the distance between them was getting closer.
It was obvious that before she woke up, he hated such a close distance.
But when he heard her calling him Yan Shaodi in a distant tone, he just felt unhappy.
She didn't have the energy to argue with him at this time, "Young Emperor, please go back and rest. You haven't slept all night. You can't stay here any longer, otherwise you won't have the energy to deal with the company tomorrow."
"It's okay, I plan to sleep on the sofa here."
She looked at the small sofa, and then at his tall figure. She was speechless as she imagined how such a tall figure would fit on the sofa.
"Your clothes are dirty, you should go back and wash them, and your face..." She did her best as a secretary.
He was displeased, "An Xia, are you deaf? I said I slept on the sofa and you didn't care whether my clothes and face were dirty. Did it affect you?"
Uh, that's not what she meant, okay?
His face smelled terrible. She didn't know why, but she felt aggrieved in her heart and her eyes were hot. If he hadn't sent her to the hospital so nervously, she wouldn't have bothered to care whether his clothes were dirty or not.
Are the roots ugly?
Anyway, she was not the one who was embarrassed, nor was she the one who was exaggerated by the paparazzi.
Lying down silently, not wanting to talk.
Soon, her eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. Her little face was already so pale and weak that it made people feel sad. This look...
His heart couldn't help but soften, but he didn't know how to resolve the impasse at this time. In his entire life, he had never been so helpless to a woman.
Women have always tried every means to please him. Even arrogant people like An Yingying don't dare to be arrogant in front of him and try their best to win his favor.
But no matter what other women did or what methods they used, he would never be like this now, so soft-hearted that it seemed like water could drip from his heart.