Watching the elevator door close, Yan Mo gently pushed open the corridor partition door, walked in lightly. When passing the nurse's station, the nurse was lying on the table, seemingly asleep. She did not stop, but walked to the end of the corridor and came to the door of Si Ze's room.

Looking into the ward, a carved screen was opened to block Yan Mo's sight. Through the hollow hole, he saw Si Ze lying quietly on the hospital bed. Only then did Yan Mo's heart finally let go.

Yan Mo let out a breath.

I'm glad you're okay.

Afraid of waking him up, she pushed the door more slowly and walked more lightly.

After entering, he closed the door carefully and slowly approached the bed step by step.

When his eyes fell on him, Yan Mo felt a little nervous.

She used to laugh at him for being dark.

Now, seeing him wrapped in gauze, his face bloodless and pale as paper, and the scarlet wound at the corner of his mouth, it stung her eyes and caused a dull pain in her heart.

Suddenly, Yan Mo turned around, hurriedly wiped the tears from his cheeks, and looked at the boundless and brilliant starry sky.

"Mo Mo." Si Ze's weak and hoarse voice came from behind.

When Yan Mo heard the voice, he remained standing there without moving, even the movement of raising his head did not change at all.

"Wife." Si Ze, lying on the hospital bed, tried to call out again.

Si Ze knew that his wife was angry.

After spending these few months together, Si Ze had some understanding of Yan Mo's temper. When she was angry, she would be mean to him and scold him, but she was not really angry.

But when she was unwilling to communicate with him and ignored him, it just meant that she was really angry. After that, she would no longer say anything to him or answer his calls, as if they were just strangers with no connection at all.

He never wanted to endure this feeling again.

So, speak up in time.

In fact, he had already woken up.

Si Ze, who has lived in high-pressure danger for many years, is much more vigilant than ordinary people and is even more sensitive to vision.

When Yan Mo stood at the door and looked at him, Si Ze noticed something.

But he didn't know who the gaze was directed at, so he didn't say anything. He wanted to see what the person's intentions were.

When Yan Mo entered the room, the faint orchid fragrance emanating from her body entered his nostrils, and Si Ze knew that it was her.

Knowing it was her, Si Ze didn't dare to make a sound.

Because he was in the wrong!

He lied to her and told her that he was on a business trip in City A, but at that moment he was in trouble in Jiang City.

What's going on with these people? Why did they call Yan Mo here?

Isn't this a slap in his face?

Xun Jiage: "Who was it that kept calling out my sister-in-law's name while unconscious?"

After Yan Mo came in, he just looked at him quietly without saying a word. At this point, he could only continue to pretend to be asleep.

Until he heard a ticking sound in his ears, Si Ze's heart was gripped, he could no longer bear it and called out her name.

A few minutes passed.

Si Ze's call was like a stone falling into the sea, and she received no response.

Si Ze panicked and immediately admitted his mistake: "Wife, I was wrong." Then he struggled anxiously to sit up.

"Hiss." Si Ze took a breath of cold air, and suddenly moved drastically, pulling the wound on his body, causing Si Ze to grimace in pain.

Yan Mo turned around hastily, stepped forward to stop Si Ze, and said coldly: "You don't want your life anymore?"

"Momo," Si Ze's eyes sparkled with stars as he stared at Yan Mo. He held her hand with his backhand and continued to explain eagerly:

"I really didn't mean to lie to you. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would worry about me."

"Rest first!" Yan Mo indifferently pulled out his hand that he was holding, lifted the corner of the quilt, put his arm into the quilt, and covered him.

She couldn't accept this perfunctory explanation. Si Ze's actions this time had violated Yan Mo's principles. It was impossible for her to be persuaded by a few words from him and forgive him easily.

Otherwise, in the future, such things will happen again and again.

However, the most important thing at this moment is not to ask him to explain, but to let him have a good rest. She wants him to give an explanation, not to take Si Ze's life.

Seeing him sweating profusely and trying hard to explain to her while enduring the pain, she felt sorry for him.

"Have you forgiven me, then?" Si Ze was as obedient as a child. He cooperated with Yan Mo to lie down, looked at him with hope, and asked expectantly while standing in front of the bed.

Yan Mo glanced at him and said calmly, "If you don't want me to forgive you, then keep asking!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Si Ze immediately shut his mouth and looked at Yan Mo innocently, and it was obvious that he had something else to say.

"One last sentence." Yan Mo stretched out a finger, giving him another chance to speak.

After hesitating for a while, Si Ze asked weakly, "Momo, can you agree to one request of mine?"

It's so late now, and the wind is blowing hard outside and the weather is cold.

This is the suburbs, and Si Ze is reluctant to let her go through any more trouble.

"Speak." Yan Mo raised an eyebrow. This guy was really shameless. He really wanted to climb up even if he was given a bamboo pole. Afraid that Si Ze would shamelessly make some excessive demands, she emphasized: "But I may not agree."

Si Zeton felt aggrieved and said nervously, "Momo, can you stay here with me tonight?" After saying that, Si Ze stared at her straight, anxiously waiting for an answer.

Since they met, this was the only time he made such a request, except for the first time they met and spent a night in the mountains to avoid being tracked.

"Puff," Yan Mo sneered:

"Not here, do you want me to sleep outside on the prairie?"

Si Ze grinned and laughed out loud, but he was too proud of himself and caused a tragedy. The wound on his abdomen split open again and blood oozed out.

"Mo Mo. Help me take a look at the wound on my abdomen." Si Ze's laughter stopped abruptly. He frowned slightly and said to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo lifted the quilt.

The blood soaked the gauze on the abdomen and was as big as a palm. Seeing this, Yan Mo's pupils shrank and he said in a trembling voice, "It's bleeding." After that, he ran out of the ward in panic.

"Mo Mo, there is a pager." Si Ze called Yan Mo and reminded him.

Yan Mo stopped and quickly returned to the bedside to press the pager.

Soon, the nurse pushed the door open.

"Captain Si, what's wrong?" The nurse quickly came to the bedside and asked anxiously.

The main service objects of this hospital are the military forces in Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region. Therefore, they are very familiar with the people in the army, especially people like Si Ze, who have been on missions outside for many years and get injured from time to time. The nurses and doctors are very familiar with Si Ze.

"Xiao He, the wound on your abdomen seems to have split open." Si Ze explained the situation.

Nurse Xiao He hurriedly lifted the quilt, unwound the gauze, examined the wound, and frowned, saying, "This is no longer viable. I'll go get the professor. I need new stitches."

After confirming the condition of the wound, Nurse Xiao He shouted to Yan Mo, "Come here and help Captain Si hold it down. I'll go get Professor Han."

Yan Mo did not dare to hesitate and quickly came to Nurse Xiao He and immediately pressed the gauze on the wound.