As soon as Jiang Shiyue finished speaking, Yangyang suddenly rushed over and wanted to hug her.
Jiang Shiyue subconsciously opened his arms.
Chen Shanhe supported himself on the bed with one hand, and with the other hand he held Yangyang's collar like a chicken.
He had an awkward posture, with one hand, or to be exact, one finger, hooked on Yangyang's collar, easily, but Yangyang couldn't move at all.
Yangyang struggled a little in Chen Shanhe's hand, then gave up and looked up at Chen Shanhe.
There was a rare vivid expression of emotion on the little face.
Angry and confused.
Chen Shanhe finally spoke: "Mom is injured. If you rush in like a little tank, she will be in pain."
Yangyang’s first reaction was to look at the gauze on Jiang Shiyue’s body.
Jiang Shiyue looked at Chen Shanhe in confusion.
Chen Shanhe lowered his head and looked down, "Yangyang said that during the earthquake, you were protecting him and got hit by the bed board?"
Jiang Shiyue nodded, but the bed board was patting her back, so it shouldn't be wrapped up like this at the front, right? !
Yangyang hesitated for a moment, but still opened his arms and hugged Jiang Shiyue carefully.
"The bed must have pushed a piece of wire or some other sharp, hard object into your back. The spot where it went in was already dangerous, almost piercing your heart, and you managed to pull it out yourself..."
Perhaps realizing his tone was harsh and blaming, Chen Shanhe paused, then softened his tone. "You just fainted. The wound has been treated for now, but we don't know what pierced you, and the medical facilities here are really limited. You need to be transferred to the hospital in the next city after daybreak."
Jiang Shiyue nodded and sighed, "Then I'm really unlucky. I could get seriously injured sleeping in a tent in an open area."
Chen Shanhe was a little confused. "I helped set up the tent where we rested. I checked inside and there were no sharp objects left."
His professional ethics will enable him to eliminate potential dangers as much as possible.
In areas where aftershocks may occur at any time, in addition to setting up the tent in an open area, try to put as few things as possible inside the tent to avoid affecting escape or causing accidents when the earthquake comes.
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
She wasn't sure what had pricked her, as she hadn't had the chance to check it at the time. When she pulled it out, she felt it was about two centimeters wide, very thin, with a very thin handle and a very pointed end with raised points on the flat surface.
But Jiang Shiyue knew where the thing that stabbed him came from.
She made solar panels, small windmills for power generation, and LEDs, using a lot of tools and materials. Sometimes she would just put aside the remaining or unused tools and materials.
For example, on the upper bunk bed.
In other words, you will suffer the consequences of your own actions.
She was afraid of Chen Shanhe's lecture, so she remained silent out of guilt.
Yangyang cried silently.
Jiang Shiyue hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it for him. She grimaced in pain, but she gently comforted Yangyang, "Don't cry, I'm fine!"
Chen Shanhe's eyes flashed with pity.
Jiang Shiyue felt that Chen Shanhe's gaze was a little hot, making her feel hot all over, her mouth a little dry, and she couldn't help licking her lower lips.
Chen Shanhe reached out and touched her forehead, his brows furrowed, and his tone was a little worried: "You have a fever."
He turned his head and glanced outside the tent. The sun hadn't risen yet, but he could see clearly. He made a quick decision and said, "Let's go now, to Lin City!"
Jiang Shiyue couldn't help but put her palm on the forehead that Chen Shanhe had just touched.
His palm was a little cold, at least it felt cool and comfortable to Jiang Shiyue. She looked down at Chen Shanhe's hand as he took it back, feeling a little unsatisfied.
I thought, if I forcibly pulled it over and put it on my face, would Chen Shanhe think I was a female hooligan?
Just as he was distracted, he heard Chen Shanhe's words and raised his head, "Where are you going?"
"The doctor at the hospital next door said your fever might be due to inflammation or infection." Chen Shanhe frowned, fed Jiang Shiyue a few sips of water, put down the cup, turned around and went to pack up whatever the family of three could find.
Jiang Shiyue stared at the white enamel pot and touched her lips.
During the time when he lost consciousness, Jiang Shiyue kept dreaming.
Just like a drunk person who has lost his memory, he remembers some things and some things he doesn’t.
That was a scene from another dream.
Jiang Shiyue walked alone in the desolate desert.
The sun was very strong and she felt uncomfortable all over.
The most scarce thing in the desert is water.
Jiang Shiyue was very thirsty, but there was not a drop of water in the kettle.
When I was on the verge of death, I felt a cool, warm touch and a slight wetness on my lips.
A thin stream of water flowed into his mouth, but it quickly disappeared.
The coolness also disappeared at the same time.
Jiang Shiyue was still thirsty and very hot, and was anxiously looking for water and coolness.
Soon another stream of water felt warm and cool on the lips and then flowed into the mouth.
For Jiang Shiyue, this is far from enough.
She was so anxious that she stretched out her hand to grab it, and at the same time she tilted her head back and actively extended her tongue, trying to get more water and coolness.
once.
twice.
three times.
After Jiang Shiyue drank enough water, he fell into darkness again.
Now that I think about it, except for the desert, everything else may be real.
Jiang Shiyue unconsciously put himself in the shoes of a classic scene from a TV drama.
When the heroine is unconscious, the hero passes medicine or water to her through his lips.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shiyue put her hand on her lips and gently rubbed them with her index finger.
Could the cool and warm touch in the dream be Chen Shanhe’s lips?
"You...did you see my father feeding me water when I was unconscious?" Jiang Shiyue asked Yangyang carefully.
Yangyang nodded and shook his head.
"I saw Daddy kissing you secretly. He said he was feeding you water."
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
For a moment, I didn't know whether I should be surprised that Yangyang could say so many words in one breath or ashamed that Chen Shanhe actually crossed the water with a kiss.
Chen Shanhe stopped as soon as he stepped into the tent.
It’s not right to go in, and it’s not right not to go in.
Jiang Shiyue noticed a pair of green rubber shoes at the door, and quickly closed his eyes and pretended to rest.
Yangyang, who was usually almost silent, suddenly became talkative. He tilted his head and called out to Chen Shanhe, who was standing at the door of the tent, "Dad, did you kiss Mom when she was asleep?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
What is social death?
That should be it.
Jiang Shiyue closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be dead.
Yangyang is a stubborn child. When he can't get an answer, he keeps looking at Chen Shanhe.
Seeing that Yangyang was about to ask again, Chen Shanhe had no choice but to nod.
He walked to the bed, stopped, and lowered his head.
Jiang Shiyue's long eyelashes trembled, and her thin eyelids could not hide the panic in her eyes. One could clearly see her eyeballs moving rapidly.
After a while, Chen Shanhe said, "I will be responsible for you."
The words were obviously directed at Jiang Shiyue.
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
Can't you just cooperate and pretend she's really asleep?
She opened her eyes and angrily asked Chen Shanhe, "Then how are you going to be responsible for me?"
Two people are already married, how can they be responsible when a couple kisses?
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