"Does it hurt?" Yan Mo lowered his head and looked at the gauze used to press the wound, which was slowly being soaked with blood, and asked with concern.
Si Ze didn't want to make her worry, so he curled his lips towards Yan Mo and said with a smile:
"It doesn't hurt at all."
Seeing Si Ze smile, Yan Mo hurriedly shouted:
"Mr. Si, don't laugh. Your wound opened because of your laughter just now." Yan Mo was traumatized by Si Zexiao.
"Okay." Si Ze obediently restrained his smile.
Yan Mo didn't know that Si Ze's wound split open not only because of laughing, but also because his wound was pulled when he struggled to sit up for the first time. Later, when he laughed a second time, his movements were too violent, causing abdominal spasms, which pulled the wound again, causing it to bleed profusely and split open again.
At this time,
The door of the ward was opened again, and an old professor with gray hair and a strong body strode in, followed by nurse Xiao He.
The old professor came to the bed and said, "Let me take a look."
"Grandpa Tan, sorry to bother you." Si Ze said politely.
"Xiao Ze, don't speak for now." Professor Tan ordered solemnly.
Yan Mo stepped back hastily. The old professor removed the gauze and checked Si Ze's abdominal wound again. He then instructed Xiao He, who was standing behind him:
"Get ready, I need stitches again."
"Okay." Nurse Xiao He received the order and ran out to make arrangements.
Professor Tan also walked out, and before leaving, he said to Yan Mo: "Press it for a while longer."
Yan Mo did as he was told.
In less than a moment.
Several people came in and pushed Si Ze out. Yan Mo followed closely and came to the outside of the operating room on the fifth floor. He watched Si Ze being pushed into the operating room.
She walked back a long way, found the bathroom, stood in front of the sink, and washed the blood off her hands over and over again. After countless times, she turned off the faucet and stopped.
After making sure it was clean, Yan Mo walked out of the bathroom.
Suddenly, Yan Mo felt dizzy, hurriedly held onto the wall, and slowly squatted down.
"Miss, are you okay?"
A nurse on duty came out of the bathroom and saw Yan Mo squatting in the corner. She walked up to him and asked him with concern.
Yan Mo raised his head, smiled, and said, "It's okay, I just feel a little dizzy."
"Well, I'll help you up and go outside to get some fresh air. If it's serious, I'll find a doctor to prescribe some medicine for you." The nurse helped Yan Mo up and said with concern.
"It's okay, it's not serious, it will be fine after a while." Yan Mo shook his head and said.
After confirming that Yan Mo was not seriously injured, the nurse left. She stayed in the corner for a while, then got up and walked towards the operating room.
The wound was stitched again. Soon, when Yan Mo arrived at the door of the operating room, the door was opened and Si Ze was pushed out by the nurse. Nurse Xiao He, who was waiting outside, took over and pushed Si Ze back to the ward with Yan Mo.
Professor Tan also returned to the ward.
Professor Tan: "Little girl, you are Xiaoze's girlfriend, right?"
Yan Mo and nurse Xiao He worked together to put the bed back to its original position, and she covered Si Ze with a blanket.
Perhaps the effect of the anesthetic had not yet worn off, and Si Ze did not open his eyes except for glancing at Yan Mo at the door of the operating room.
"Yes, Professor Tan." Yan Mo admitted.
Professor Tan glanced at Yan Mo meaningfully, then looked at Si Ze lying on the bed, and then began to explain to Yan Mo the precautions he needed to take after the operation:
"Ozawa is awake. Tell him that he needs more rest after the operation and should not overwork himself. He needs to be patient."
Nurse Xiao He paused while hanging the drip and sneered.
Professor Tan glared at Xiao He, and Xiao He quickly shut his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.
"You know what? Little girl, young people are full of vigor and vitality. For the sake of your health, you still have to restrain yourself. You should also give them some advice," Professor Tan said meaningfully.
Yan Mo is blank in this regard, but that doesn’t mean she is stupid.
Besides, Professor Tan’s words were so explicit, how could she not understand?
Understanding what Professor Tan meant, Yan Mo's cheeks suddenly turned red and he nodded awkwardly.
She just wanted to finish the conversation with Professor Tan as soon as possible.
As for explaining, that would be like trying to cover up one's own fault and would only make things more embarrassing.
Later, Professor Tan also informed some basic knowledge on preventing infection and left the ward.
After a lot of trouble, it was almost five o'clock in the morning.
Because tonight is the first day, Si Ze needs to hang an anti-inflammatory drip all night, and the caregiver needs to pay special attention. Yan Mo did not sleep all night.
Yan Mo had been there to take care of her father when he had shoulder surgery before, and she knew it very well, so she felt obligated to stay.
At this time in Mocheng, the sky is beginning to brighten, but here, it is still pitch black outside the window. Jiangcheng is the westernmost part of the country, and the dawn here is two hours later than in Mocheng.
Yan Mo twisted his sore neck.
At this time, the effect of Si Zema wore off and he slowly woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Mo lying on the sofa with a haggard face. Si Ze felt both distressed and moved.
Si Ze said, "Momo, come and sleep on the bed."
Old people often say that you can see a person's heart most clearly at his sickbed.
Although she never said she loved him, what she did was something many people could not do.
In this life, having such a lovely wife is enough.
Yan Mo rolled her eyes. The bed was wider and bigger than the beds she usually saw in the hospital, but it was still very crowded for two people to lie down on it, not to mention Si Ze who was wrapped in gauze. She didn't dare to touch it at all.
"I have a bed." Yan Mo stood up from the sofa, picked up the folding bed, opened it, placed it under the window, and made the bed.
The window was quite far away from him, and it felt like there was room for two beds in the middle.
Si Ze was not satisfied with this distance and said:
"There's a draft near the window, it's cold, come inside a little."
"The windows are closed, where does the wind come from?" The wind in Xinjiang City is quite strong, but it is not strong enough to blow in through the windows.
"But…"
"No buts." Yan Mo interrupted Si Ze, found a quilt in the cabinet, and began to make the bed. She would not sleep in the same bed with him.
She insisted on doing so.
Si Ze pondered for a moment, then said what he was thinking: "Momo, I want you to be closer to me."
Yan Mo thought of Professor Tan's words and her face flushed. She said softly and sternly:
"Professor Tan said you need to rest more." Yan Mo paused and changed his words: "In the week before, avoid coughing violently, laughing loudly, and making large movements."
"Yeah." Si Ze responded, holding back his laughter. He knew that this girl would change what Professor Tan said. Si Ze listened to every word of their conversation.
Due to the influence of anesthetics, Si Ze did not open his eyes.
Si Ze still didn't want to give up and said:
"So, you should stay closer to me so that I don't have to speak too loudly and avoid disturbing the wound."
This reason was so perfect that Yan Mo was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute it.
Helplessly, Yan Mo moved the quilt to the sofa and moved the folding bed towards Si Ze's bed.
"Come closer."
Yan Mo looked up at Si Ze, then resigned himself to his fate and moved a little.
"It's still not enough, come over here a little more."
Yan Mo ignored him this time, made the bed and lay down on it.
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