Chapter 76 Qiao Yanyu lay there quietly, her breathing even. When He Zhao's hand...
Qiao Yanyu lay there quietly, her breathing even. When He Zhao's fingers landed on her arm, they didn't actually touch her skin directly, but rather the thin, somewhat rough hospital gown.
The hospital gown was so thin that He Zhao could clearly feel Qiao Yanyu's warm body temperature beneath it.
I could feel that Qiao Yanyu was still alive, that her body was still warm, and it felt so good.
Especially after touching Hua Hua's icy body, He Zhao felt even more strongly that the warmth of a living person was more suitable and comforting for her. She also felt that her bold move today was absolutely right. If she had obediently gone home and counted down the minutes until dawn, she would probably have only received news the next day that Qiao Yanyu was either seriously injured or dead.
She absolutely did not want that; she wanted to be with Qiao Yanyu, and she was serious.
But she wanted to be with the living Qiao Yanyu.
Although He Zhao was weak and just an ordinary person, she had protected Qiao Yanyu today. Thinking of this, He Zhao felt extremely satisfied. Once a person is satisfied, they relax, and then become tired and want to sleep.
It was already dawn when I boarded the ambulance, and by the time I arrived at the ward, it was still broad daylight. The sound of firecrackers could still be heard intermittently; clearly, the New Year's Eve celebrations weren't over yet, and people were still celebrating the new year.
Amidst the sound of firecrackers, He Zhao's hand, which had been resting on Qiao Yanyu's arm, slowly fell down, and he drifted off to sleep.
She slept soundly and didn't dream; she didn't know when she woke up. Just as she was about to fully wake up, she heard someone speaking softly. The voice seemed familiar; at first, it was a woman's voice muttering, as if complaining about something.
Then another female voice joined in. This time she heard it clearly; it was telling the other person to be quiet and not to wake He Zhao.
He Zhao recognized the voice; it was Qiao Yanyu's. She hadn't expected Qiao Yanyu to arrive earlier than she had. When she opened her eyes, she saw Wang Yu sitting between her and Qiao Yanyu's hospital beds, peeling an apple and complaining to Qiao Yanyu, "The director is such a boss. I was so busy yesterday, and I was even conscripted. I was only just released."
Qiao Yanyu didn't continue talking to her, but turned to look at He Zhao and said, "You're awake? Are you still in pain? Are you hungry?"
He Zhao felt that Qiao Yanyu shouldn't be asking this question.
Especially the question, "Does your body still hurt?", because Qiao Yanyu looked much worse off than herself. She had been diagnosed with a concussion yesterday, and her head was still wrapped in a brace and bandages, indicating a severe concussion. She was also wearing a chest binder to prevent movement because she had broken two ribs, and her leg was in a cast, suspended in mid-air.
They didn't neglect their hands either. Although they didn't have bandages, they had medical-grade hemostatic bandages, which they applied directly to their arms.
Qiao Yanyu exuded a feeling of "how miserable" from head to toe.
This person, upon seeing that He Zhao had woken up, asked him a question first, which made He Zhao's conscience ache a little. Because Qiao Yanyu's face wasn't in good condition either; she had some small scratches on her face, covered in medicine, making it look rather colorful and rather interesting.
"I'm fine, really fine, I'm perfectly okay, I feel like I can get out of bed right now."
He Zhao sat up straight and looked at Qiao Yanyu again. She hadn't actually sat up on her own; she was only making it appear as if the hospital bed was rocking her. He Zhao asked with concern, "How's your back? Can you sit?"
Qiao Yanyu paused for a moment before answering, "Yes, it's not comfortable to lie down all the time. It's better to sit for a while."
After they finished speaking, they suddenly fell silent. He Zhao didn't know what to say. She felt that if they continued talking, she would inevitably say something to Qiao Yanyu, saying that she didn't cherish her health and didn't value her life.
But Qiao Yanyu is already in such a terrible state, it would be a bit much to criticize her now.
She thought Qiao Yanyu's silence was probably for the same reason. She herself had done something outrageous; as an ordinary person, she had somehow gotten herself involved in this mess. Even Qiao Yanyu couldn't guarantee she would emerge unscathed, and she, as the one Qiao Yanyu was supposed to protect, had insisted on getting involved.
If I were Qiao Yanyu, I would definitely be very annoyed. On the one hand, I would feel that I had not protected He Zhao well, and on the other hand, I would feel that He Zhao had acted on his own initiative.
He Zhao had no idea that Qiao Yanyu was thinking things completely differently. She remained silent because she was somewhat embarrassed. Even when she felt she was about to be shattered, her thoughts were still on He Zhao. She had seen He Zhao then because of the tense situation, but now that she had calmed down, seeing him again brought back those same thoughts.
She wanted to see He Zhao, to be with him, to spend time quietly at home together, even if it was just watching TV. Qiao Yanyu had never been in a relationship before and didn't know what this feeling was, but she was still vaguely aware of it and felt shy around He Zhao.
It's the kind of feeling where you can't help but look away when you see He Zhao in front of you, and you can't look her in the eye.
Both of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts and didn't look at each other for a moment. Only Wang Yu, sitting in the middle, felt a bit like a third wheel. She wasn't usually a particularly bright person, but at this moment, looking at the two of them, she felt as if some unknown emotion was rising between them.
That would make me seem a bit superfluous.
She had originally peeled the apple for Qiao Yanyu, but judging from Qiao Yanyu's expression, Wang Yu felt that Qiao Yanyu wouldn't be able to eat it at all. So she raised her hand, took a bite of the apple, and crunched it down. The apple was crisp, sweet, and exceptionally delicious.
Based on her ten years of experience reading novels, watching movies and TV dramas, Wang Yu always felt there was something between the two of them. She didn't usually read yuri (lesbian) stories, but that didn't stop her from knowing about lesbian relationships. After eating half an apple, Wang Yu was certain: the two of them had fallen in love.
This sticky yet somewhat awkward feeling, this unspoken yet captivating gaze, is most likely love.
It's just... Qiao Yanyu seems to be experiencing her first crush and hasn't had it acknowledged yet. I wonder how long it will take for her to figure it out herself. Wang Yu quietly shook her head. It'll probably be a while before they can get together. Wang Yu turned her head and looked at He Zhao again.
Hmm, this guy doesn't seem to be without ulterior motives either. Those repeated calls of "Sister Qiao" were so sweet they gave Wang Yu goosebumps. She'd been too oblivious to notice before. Now that she'd noticed something was amiss, the more she looked, the more suspicious it seemed. He Zhao definitely had some bad intentions too.
Oh, no wonder the guest said he wasn't as good as Qiao Yanyu. Maybe it wasn't that the guest thought he was inferior to Qiao Yanyu, but rather that he was upset that his beloved had been replaced by him. Wang Yu now felt that she had eyes of discerning truth and had seen through everything.
She watched the two of them while munching on an apple, thinking: Although Senior Qiao and the boss weren't very good to her, it's up to her to break the ice! Otherwise, relying solely on the boss and Senior Qiao, it might take a very long time before they could be together.
While Wang Yu was racking her brains trying to figure out how to secretly help Qiao Yanyu's budding romantic feelings blossom while He Zhao was away, she heard He Zhao say, "Wang Yu, who are you giving that apple to? Why are you eating it yourself?"
He Zhao was obviously very unhappy to ask that question, especially with two wounded soldiers present. He himself hadn't mentioned it, only a minor scrape on his back. But Qiao Yanyu was in such a state, seemingly with very little mobility left, while Wang Yu was still secretly eating an apple!
She still looks like a human being!
Wang Yu froze in her eating motion. She had indeed peeled the apple for Qiao Yanyu, but the two of them were having a little tiff, and she didn't want to join in, so she just ate the apple by herself. But unexpectedly, He Zhao caught her red-handed.
Wang Yu forced a stiff smile, then saw He Zhao's indignant expression and suddenly realized she had been overthinking things for He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu. She glared angrily at He Zhao, took a bite of her apple, and vented, "It's not for you anyway!"
Alright, let's wait a while before poking at Senior Qiao's girlish heart, and let them continue to be awkward!
He Zhao, unaware of Wang Yu's thoughts, only felt she had gone too far. How dare she speak to him like that? It was outrageous! He Zhao launched into a playful banter with Wang Yu. Normally, Wang Yu wouldn't have dared to talk back to He Zhao, but things were different now. Wang Yu felt that sooner or later she would become a guest of honor as a matchmaker.
With that confidence, she naturally dared to challenge He Zhao.
The two exchanged a few witty remarks, which made Qiao Yanyu, who was listening nearby, smile. Although they were bickering, their banter was quite amusing, making even her, who was seriously ill, happy to watch.
While the atmosphere in their ward was pleasant, some ghosts were carrying a heavy burden. It wasn't Hua Hua, who had just been taken away and imprisoned, nor was it the mud ghost that hadn't shown the "head-covering and crouching down" behavior when it didn't have a human form; it was the suture-stitched water ghost.
It had no idea that its affair had already been exposed, and the director knew it all too well. But the sutured water ghost was oblivious; it was brought into the countermeasures bureau, following its investigator closely, afraid that the person in front would discover that it actually knew the countermeasures bureau very well.
Once inside the interrogation room, its non-existent little heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to come alive.
The investigator in front of it was kind and approachable, even saying to it, "Don't be nervous, I'm just taking your statement as a routine matter. You've done a great job and helped us a lot; we should be thanking you."
After speaking, the investigator placed a glass of water in front of the suture-line water ghost. Ghosts can't drink water, but making this gesture was a way of letting the ghost know that they cared about it. However, the suture-line water ghost was too nervous; it was afraid it might accidentally blurt something out, so it actually picked up the glass, its hand trembling.
Faced with the investigator's strange look, the sutured water ghost was on the verge of tears: When is the boss coming to retrieve it? It really can't hold on any longer!
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