Zhiyun suddenly realized that it seemed to be a nurse.
She glanced sideways and saw straight black trousers, and above that, an England shirt and a thin off-white windbreaker.
Finally, looking up, there is that familiar face...
Han Qingrang, why is he here!
"Why are you here?" Zhiyun asked him.
"It's something from work. I heard he was hospitalized, so I came to see him. I was just in the hospital during the day, and now I'm here again. What's going on? Is this place nice?"
There's something ironic about that last statement.
How could Zhiyun not hear it?
Han Qingrang's voice was so light and indifferent, as if he really knew nothing about her and just came to see her.
Zhiyun felt a pang of pain in her heart, but she maintained a friendly smile on her face: "Thank you, Dr. Han, for your visit and concern. I'm fine now. I'll just have the IV and leave."
"I heard that you went to the hospital four times in one month." He suddenly said in a soft voice.
Embarrassment appeared on Zhiyun's face. "It's okay, it's not serious, so there's no need to mention it anymore."
I thought he just came to see her and then left, but she pulled a chair over and sat down next to her bed, showing no intention of leaving at all.
Zhiyun looked at him quietly without saying anything.
He didn't say anything, but looked up at the IV drip that was almost empty.
After he lost all his money, he stood up and took her hand.
Zhiyun said, "I'll press this and the nurse will come and help me take out the needle."
"I'm a doctor," he said softly, "I can take the needle."
Then, without giving Zhiyun another chance to refuse, he removed the needle from the back of her hand, put it back on with the cap, and took it off and put it aside.
Zhiyun didn't know what he meant, nor what he was going to do, until he lifted her up from the hospital bed -
When he held her, he was very careful to avoid the hand that was twisted today. He put his arm across her back and then picked her up.
Zhiyun didn't move at all, letting him pick her up from the bed. She looked up at his profile and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
There was no voice answering her.
Without saying a word, he carried her out of the ward and took the elevator to the top floor.
In the elevator, when Han Qingrang carried her in, there were nurses, family members, about five or six people in total.
An old lady saw a big man holding a petite woman in his arms and said to her son beside her: "You should learn from him and see how he treats his wife well."
The old lady's son said, "Mom, I also want to hug my wife, but my wife weighs 160 kilograms, so I can't do it."
As soon as these words were spoken, the nurse in the elevator couldn't help but cover her lips and let out a low laugh.
Lian Zhiyun couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
The old lady glanced at her son and said, "Look at what you have accomplished."
When they reached the top floor, Han Qingrang and Zhiyun were the only ones in the elevator, because only he and she were going to the fifth floor.
As soon as she came out of the elevator, Zhiyun knew where he was going to carry her.
It must be the VIP ward that he booked for her.
The corridor was quiet but brightly lit. The VIP wards on this floor were sparsely populated because they were expensive. Only light footsteps could be heard in the corridor. Zhiyun stared at his profile. "If I weighed over 160 pounds, would you still hold me?"
As she finished her words, Han Qingrang also stopped.
He lowered his chin and looked at her: "Then I will strengthen my body until I can hold you in my arms."
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