Ning Anyi clearly felt a sense of oppression.
He sighed slightly and nodded.
"I see."
Xu Su nodded, with a hint of warning and bullying.
"Okay then."
In the direction of the ward, Ning Anyi always turned around and left without saying a word.
He never wanted to disturb other people's happiness, but when he met Song Ling, he was very excited and wanted to know what happened to Xiao Tong.
In the ward, Liu Zhiyuan was still sleeping.
Song Ling stood by the bed to accompany her, her brows furrowed, as if she was very uneasy.
A few times, he tried to smooth her eyebrows.
Liu Zhiyuan seemed to be having a nightmare while unconscious, and her little hands waved around randomly from time to time.
Song Ling looked very nervous. He stepped forward and held her arm, trying his best to prevent her from moving.
His fingers rubbed gently over the smooth skin of her arm.
Liu Zhiyuan finally calmed down...
Xu Su leaned against the door of the ward, looking at the scene inside, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
This style of painting is beautiful, isn’t it?
He couldn't bear to go up and disturb him, just as he was about to retreat quietly.
Song Ling let go of Liu Zhiyuan's arm and turned around.
The two of them left tacitly and stood in the corridor outside the ward to talk.
After a brief silence, Song Ling asked in a deep voice, "Have you checked?"
Xu Su reached into his pocket for the cigarette, wanting to smoke it.
The man next to him reminded, "Hospital."
He paused and replied, "I'm checking."
"The faster the better!" Song Ling said in a low voice.
Xu Su nodded, "I understand."
The two of them have very different personalities, but they often have a tacit understanding.
For example, when faced with this incident, everyone believed that this was not an accident.
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