It was almost eleven o'clock when we entered the ward. Although the nurses, the patients' families had already taken notice, we still inevitably made some noise.
After settling in, the patient and the caregiver in the other bed were woken up.
Zhang Moyan apologized repeatedly to the two of them. The middle-aged man with a plaster cast on his leg waved his hand very kindly, "It's okay, it's okay. No need to apologize. I understand. The hospital is not my home. I wasn't asleep anyway."
"Thank you, brother and sister." Zhang Moyan nodded and went to the door to turn off half of the fluorescent lights in the room.
Behind her, her older sister, with messy hair, threw off the covers and got off the folding bed. She slipped on her slippers and went to her older brother, asking him like a dear, "You haven't fallen asleep yet?! Why didn't you call me? Are you feeling unwell?"
The older brother and sister spoke with an accent from other places. They were in their forties and were probably from other places working in the provincial capital.
Zhang Moyan returned to Xiao Xingyu and gently helped him stand up the small table. "You haven't eaten anything in a while, you must be hungry. I bought some porridge, would you like some?"
"Okay, I'm a little hungry. Mo Yan, how are your injuries?" Xiao Xingyu, who was half leaning on the bed, had half of his arm in a cast, but he was completely in love. Paradoxically, he looked full of energy after the anesthesia.
"I'm fine, nothing serious." In fact, his head was still a little dizzy, and the places on his back and hips that were hit hurt when he moved.
"When did you buy the porridge? Have you eaten it yourself?"
"I bought this while you were in surgery. I've already eaten it," Zhang Moyan said, pouring the porridge from the takeaway box into a bowl. "It's too late now, so I just bought some random things. I'll go buy everything else tomorrow when I go to a nearby store."
Xiao Xingyu felt excruciating pain from the two steel nails in his hand, but seeing Zhang Moyan caring about him, his heart was filled with sweetness. A bowl of ordinary white porridge with pickled mustard tubers became extremely tempting in his eyes, and he immediately picked up the spoon with his left hand and took a sip.
"The temperature is just right, Mo Yan, you are so caring." Xiao Xingyu couldn't help but smile sweetly.
Zhang Moyan has curved eyebrows and eyes, and he looks so energetic even though he was injured. The key point is that the car accident and surgery did not damage this man's beauty at all. She has to say that God was really a bit biased when creating humans.
"Heh," the atmosphere was originally quite good, but suddenly a somewhat provocative voice came from the bed next to him, "Brother, this is your wife, you are really easy to please!"
The person who spoke was the lame brother who shared the room with them. It turned out that the brother was bored and had been leaning on the bed watching them as if they were playing a show!
"What's wrong?" Xiao Xingyu put down the spoon, and the handle of the spoon made a cold "ding" sound when it hit the edge of the bowl. Zhang Moyan sensed some discordant signal and pulled the quilt on his legs.
Xiao Xingyu was wearing the hospital's uniform blue and white striped hospital gown, so his class identity was no longer obvious. Therefore, his elder brother was not afraid of him at all, nor did he sense any danger. He grinned and said, "My wife has gone to the bathroom. When she comes back, I'll show you what 'painful' means!"
"You're just trying to be argumentative, aren't you?"
Xiao Xingyu stopped eating: "Isn't my wife loving enough? She accompanied me in the hospital and bought me midnight snacks. What else do you want from her? I want to see how powerful your wife is!"
As Xiao Xingyu said this, he wanted to put his hands on his chest, but fortunately Zhang Moyan discovered him in time and pulled him back.
The eldest brother ignored Xiao Xingyu's counterattack, a confident smile on his face. For the next moment, the three people in the room waited anxiously for his lover to return from the bathroom.
Two minutes later, the elder sister, whose hair was still messy as a weed, returned to the ward, shaking the water off her hands. She walked in carelessly without noticing anything wrong in the room.
"Wife, I'm hungry!" The uncle's rough voice suddenly became three parts weak and four parts coquettish, and Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu shuddered when they heard it.
"Are you hungry?!" The eldest sister immediately changed from a carefree state to a panicked one. "Oh, what should we do? The hospital cafeteria is closed now, and the food shops outside are all closed!" Then she walked around their area anxiously. "There's only fruit here, but it seems too cold." She looked at Zhang Moyan again. "Little sister, where did you buy the porridge? When did you buy it? Is it still available now?"
“No, no!” The eldest brother waved and called to the eldest sister without waiting for Zhang Moyan to answer, “Don’t bother, I’ll just eat a tangerine.”
The eldest sister refused: "Isn't the fruit too cold? Your stomach won't be able to handle it."
The eldest brother acted sensibly: "It's too late, how can I bear to let you go out? Just the tangerines, I'll eat them slowly so it won't hurt my stomach!"
The eldest sister then hesitated and took the tangerines from the bag on the table.
Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu looked at each other, and the meaning in their eyes was: That's it?
Before they understood the secret, the eldest sister had already sat on the edge of the eldest brother's bed, peeling the tangerine and very naturally broke off a slice and stuffed it into the eldest brother's mouth. Then the eldest brother raised his head and glanced at Xiao Xingyu very proudly.
Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu both felt tense.
Then, the eldest brother stretched out his hand as if to take the tangerine himself: "Honey, let me do it myself!"
"Hey, stop moving around. You haven't washed your hands yet!" The eldest sister said with disdain and forced another slice of tangerine into her brother's mouth.
"Wife, you are so good to me!" When the eldest sister came close to him, the eldest brother kissed her on the lips. The honest-looking woman immediately covered her face and looked towards Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu.
Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu were stunned. It was really a bit eye-catching to see middle-aged people showing affection.
"Sister...you two have such a good relationship, brother is so lucky." Zhang Moyan forced a dry smile, but the man next to her didn't look so good.
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