Chapter 159 Um...can I make a loud noise when I knock?
In the VIP ward of the hospital.
Huo Beiyan was lying on the hospital bed, his legs curled up on his side, and he felt occasional pain in his abdomen.
The whole person was extremely weak.
How happy you are when you get home, how unhappy you will be after eating.
Qin Jiaojiao put away her phone, and the dog peeked inside through the glass door.
She felt a little uneasy. From the time she sent him to the hospital until now, Huo Beiyan hadn't said a word to her.
She explained all the way that she really didn't cook to poison him, she just wanted to make him a meal.
No matter how she explained, Huo Beiyan remained silent.
Qin Jiaojiao was really worried, fearing that Huo Beiyan would mistakenly think that she was going to kill her husband.
Seeing that Huo Beiyan's condition had improved slightly, she thought of calling Lu Shiman for help.
The last time he said he hated Huo Beiyan, it was Lu Shiman who suggested he kowtow and apologize, and only then did the two of them reconcile.
Lu Shiman’s words are more effective than imperial edicts.
He observed Huo Beiyan silently for a while, thinking about how to kowtow in the loudest way.
The smell of disinfectant spread silently in the pale ward, and the monitor made a regular ticking sound.
Huo Beiyan's face was sunken in the blue-striped pillow, the blue-gray blood vessels on the back of his cold white hand were particularly clear, and the infusion tube swayed gently as he curled his fingertips.
The ward door was pushed open from the outside, and Qin Jiaojiao approached Huo Beiyan with her hands behind her back.
Huo Beiyan lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, then closed his eyes again.
Looking at his weak appearance, Qin Jiaojiao felt distressed and guilty: "Husband, are you feeling better?"
Hearing these two words, Huo Beiyan's eyes suddenly opened, tiny stars appeared in his eyes, and his dry and chapped lips slightly opened.
"You...what did you call me?" His voice trembled slightly, and with cautious confirmation, his fingertips wrinkled the bed sheet into messy folds.
Qin Jiaojiao pursed her lips, regretting her hasty words. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Huo Beiyan, are you feeling better?"
The light in his eyes dimmed after she called out his full name.
"It's okay, I won't die." Huo Beiyan retracted his gaze and looked at the ceiling of the ward. The loss was like the rising tide, and along with the surging tide came an inexplicable melancholy.
Waiting for the tide to recede, leaving only a slightly damp and astringent feeling.
When Qin Jiaojiao came in, she locked the door of the ward, for fear that the nurse would come in while she was kowtowing, which would be embarrassing.
After staring at him for a while, Qin Jiaojiao raised her hands and took them out from behind her back. A huge stainless steel basin was placed on the ground by her.
His knees softened and he knelt down towards Huo Beiyan, his forehead hitting the stainless steel basin with a thud.
The noise scared Huo Beiyan. He pulled his hand and his blood returned immediately.
Qin Jiaojiao's forehead hurt from the collision. She rubbed it and looked at Huo Beiyan with burning eyes: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be poisoned by a meal. I didn't mean it."
"Don't be angry, I really didn't mean to poison you, I just wanted to cook you a meal."
After saying that, he kowtowed twice towards the stainless steel basin.
After knocking her head, she immediately stood up, kicked the basin aside, and lowered her head, not daring to look at Huo Beiyan: "Um... did I knock my head loudly?"
Huo Beiyan was so angry that he laughed. It was more than just loud, it was so loud that it shook the earth. He almost had a heart attack from being scared.
"Qin Jiaojiao, start practicing kowtow now. Wait until I'm poisoned to death so that you can make a big splash at my funeral, right?" Huo Beiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His stomach was still aching and his heart was pounding with fear.
"Manman said, the louder you knock, the greater your sincerity. I haven't even turned on the loudspeaker yet." Qin Jiaojiao lowered her head even lower, her hands unconsciously pinching the corners of her clothes in front of her body.
When Huo Beiyan saw her like this, his heart softened: "Come here."
Qin Jiaojiao moved closer, and Huo Beiyan grabbed her arm with the hand that was not receiving the IV drip, and pulled her into his arms with force.
"Want to apologize?"
Qin Jiaojiao put her hands on either side of him, afraid of hurting his hand that was receiving the IV drip: "Well, I really didn't mean to."
"Kowtow is not an apology, Qin Jiaojiao." Huo Beiyan stared at her watery, clear, and foolish eyes, his heart feeling like it was wrapped in marshmallows.
"Kowtow is for family members to say goodbye. If you want to apologize, why don't you listen to me?" Huo Beiyan lowered his voice and gently covered her red forehead with his hand: "Does it hurt?"
Qin Jiaojiao shook her head: "It doesn't hurt. Then how can I apologize so that you will forgive me?"
"Can you please call me that again?" The low and hoarse voice was almost bewitching.
"husband?"
"Well, call again." Huo Beiyan's heart was beating like a drum.
"It's a bit embarrassing, like shitting on the street." Qin Jiaojiao felt a little embarrassed.
Huo Beiyan sighed imperceptibly and changed the subject: "How do you make your mushroom chicken soup?"
"Just add chicken, water, mushrooms, and ginger, and cook it." Qin Jiaojiao looked at the dripping medicine and gently rubbed his abdomen through the quilt: "Is your stomach still uncomfortable?"
Huo Beiyan held her hand and continued to ask, "What kind of mushrooms did you add?"
Qin Jiaojiao fell into deep thought, trying hard to recall what kind of mushrooms she had added.
"I don't remember exactly, but the recipe I saw mentioned two or three kinds of mushrooms, and I even asked if I could use more."
"The man said yes, so I put all the different kinds of mushrooms I had at home in there, a little bit of each, about a dozen or so varieties."
Huo Beiyan: "..."
Isn't this really going to poison him to death?
.....
After Lu Shiman got home, he was a little worried about Qin Jiaojiao, so he called her to ask about the situation.
"He forgave me, but told me not to cook anymore, saying he was afraid I would die young." Qin Jiaojiao stood outside the ward and lowered her voice.
Huo Beiyan needs to be observed for two days after the drip, and he is now asleep.
"I'll pick up Ji Linshen tomorrow and go to the hospital to see you."
Hearing the heavy breathing sound from the other end of the phone, Lu Shiman's heart tightened. She understood that feeling, the sense of guilt for having implicated others.
It will drown and suffocate people.
Lu Shiman comforted her softly, "Don't feel too guilty. At least the patient is lying in the ward now, not in the morgue."
"You're right, Manman. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would do." Qin Jiaojiao said with a bit of dependence.
After comforting her a few more words, Lu Shiman gave up the idea of washing Ji Linshen's hands and making soup.
A single smashed cucumber can cause food poisoning, so she'd better not try it blindly.
For some things, Huo Beiyan only needs to have them, but Ji Linshen doesn't need them.
Qin Jiaojiao returned to the ward. Only a dim wall lamp was on in the ward. Huo Beiyan closed his eyes tightly, and his eyelashes cast a crow-feather-like shadow in the warm light of the wall lamp.
The blue and white striped quilt cover formed small waves at the collarbone as she breathed, and she looked like she was sleeping peacefully.
"I'm sorry." The whispered sound hit the air-conditioning vent and was blown away, the tail end blending into the intermittent hum of the monitor.
She lifted the quilt and lay down next to Huo Beiyan. After turning off the lights, she reached out and gently put her arms around his waist, rested her head on his arm, and closed her eyes.
In the darkness, Huo Beiyan opened his eyes.
In the quiet ward, the accelerated heartbeat in his chest made it difficult for him to fall asleep.
He looked sideways at Qin Jiaojiao, traced her eyebrows with his fingers, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay."
Qin Jiaojiao, if it's you, it doesn't matter what you do.
The moonlight climbed up the wrought iron window lattice and mist gathered on the glass window, condensing the unspoken indulgence.
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