The warm touch startled Song Mai, and she quickly withdrew her hand.
But just as she tried to pull her hand back, that large hand grabbed hers.
A large hand enveloped Song Mai's hand; his palm was dry and warm, making Song Mai's heart beat faster.
Her hands were not large, but slender and long, with neatly manicured nails and beautiful nail beds. Her fingertips were delicate and cold, like a fine piece of mutton fat jade, which he loved to hold.
He caressed her, his eyes fixed on her face, carefully observing her every little expression.
With that handsome face so close, Song Mai felt as if she would suffocate at any moment.
She couldn't help but think to herself, "Good heavens, is this trying to make me faint again from a racing heart as soon as I wake up?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Xing burst out laughing.
"What's wrong?" she asked, puzzled.
The man's smile faded slightly: "It's nothing, I just find you interesting."
As he spoke, he took out the newly bought cell phone from his pocket and handed it to her.
"The police took your phone when they checked the scene and asked me to return it to you."
Song Mai took the phone and examined it carefully several times, only to find that there wasn't a single scratch on it.
She patted her chest and said, "Great! It's not broken at all! When it was thrown out, I thought it was definitely ruined, but there wasn't a single mark. You really do get what you pay for."
Chu Xing smiled without saying a word, and looking at the smile on her face, he felt a sense of satisfaction.
Song Mai opened her phone, which contained numerous calls from Lin Ran.
The last phone call was two days ago. After Chu Xing told Lin Ran about Song Mai's situation and asked her to take leave, Lin Ran didn't call again, but sent many messages to ask if Song Mai had woken up.
She dialed Lin Ran's number, and the call was answered in just one second. Lin Ran's voice, trembling with tears, came from the other end of the line.
"Wheat? Is that you?"
Song Mai was weak and her voice was very soft.
"It's me."
Upon hearing this voice, Lin Ran burst into tears on the phone, completely disregarding her image.
Her wailing was rather unpleasant, and Chu Xing frowned and said, "I'll go out and prepare some food first. You two chat first."
"good."
Lin Ran spoke haltingly as she cried:
“You’re finally awake! I was so worried. I couldn’t get in touch with you for days. I was so afraid something had happened to you. I even thought your husband was a human trafficker who kidnapped you and sold you to a quack shop.”
“When I saw the shooting in Zicheng on TV, I became even more worried, but I kept comforting myself, saying that I was so lucky that I would never encounter such a thing. I never expected that it would actually be true. If your husband hadn’t answered my call, I wouldn’t have known that such a thing had happened.”
"Wheat, I almost never saw you again..."
Song Mai felt a warm feeling in her heart as she listened to her pig-like screams.
She gently comforted me, "Don't worry, look, I'm fine now. I can be discharged and go home in a while. I'm the most resilient wheat. I can grow even in the driest and most barren land. I will definitely come back to see you safe and sound."
Even though Song Mai couldn't see, Lin Ran still nodded vigorously.
"I'll wait for you to come back, and I'll give you a welcome-back feast to wash away the bad luck."
"Okay, wait for me, I'll be fully recovered soon."
"By the way, how's the company lately?"
Lin Ran couldn't help but complain, "You really are a workaholic. The first thing you ask about when you wake up is work."
However, he still told the truth: "Nothing unusual has happened recently. Our department hasn't taken on any new projects since you took leave. It's still the same old ones. Fang Yu, on the other hand, feels that with you, the deputy manager, gone, he finally has a chance to assert his position as the department manager. He often acts arrogantly, making everyone miserable."
Zheng Yao, on the other hand, lived a smooth life thanks to his influence, looking down on everyone and procrastinating on her work whenever possible. Fang Yu, however, was willing to spoil her and didn't say anything. But this time, Zheng Yao came several times to find out what was the reason for your second leave.
Fortunately, I was smart. When I asked Fang Yu for leave, I told him it was a criminal case involving foreign nationals, still under investigation, and that he would be responsible for the consequences if it were leaked. Sure enough, judging from Zheng Yao's reaction later, Fang Yu definitely hadn't told her.
Song Mai smiled silently: "No one knows me better than you."
Although there's nothing wrong with talking about this, she was the person involved after all, and she didn't want her suffering to become someone else's gossip, much less for Zheng Yao to know.
"That's right, who understands you better than me?"
Lin Ran was very confident about this.
"Alright, I won't bother you any longer. You must be weak after just waking up. You should rest well. I'm going to work now. We can have a long talk all night when you're feeling better. Anyway, feel free to call me anytime if anything comes up."
"good."
Song Mai felt warm inside. With her best friend by her side and the person she loved by her side, what more could she ask for?
During the days that Song Mai was in a coma, she had not eaten or drunk anything and was only kept alive by medication. Chu Xing found a five-star Chinese restaurant that specializes in health-preserving and nourishing dishes, ordered a few dishes, and delivered them to Song Mai's ward.
Song Mai didn't feel hungry at first, but when the delicious-looking food was placed in front of her, her stomach immediately started rumbling.
She blushed with embarrassment. Chu Xing raised the bed a little so that she could sit up halfway, and then used a spoon to feed her chicken soup.
Song Mai had never been taken care of like this before, and she was a little unaccustomed to it for a while.
"I can do it myself."
She quickly reached for the spoon in the man's hand, but he dodged it precisely.
“I’ll take care of you. You’re a patient, so you should be taken care of. You have to get used to this kind of care.”
Song Mai nodded shyly and had no choice but to obediently open her mouth to receive the chicken soup he fed her.
Song Mai had a hard life before and never ate anything good since she was a child.
Later, when she started working, she lived frugally, scrimping and saving, so she was always somewhat malnourished. The struggles that others face when trying to lose weight never happened to her.
Now that she was injured and had lost a lot of blood, her body was extremely weak. Chu Xing specially asked the chef to stew a black chicken, red date and yam soup for her to replenish her strength.
After finishing the bowl, Songmai felt warm all over.
The temperature in the intensive care unit is very low to prevent bacterial growth. Since she woke up, she has felt as if the cold has seeped into her bones. She is extremely cold, and even with a blanket, she can't generate much heat.
But after drinking a bowl of chicken soup, her stomach warmed up, and she curled up as well.
Chu Xing ladled out another bowl to feed her, but Song Mai glanced at the man's haggard face and shook her head.
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