Arriving at the ward, Fan Hua immediately asked the doctor, "Doctor, when will my lover wake up?"
"His legs only needed local anesthesia, but he probably hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days because of fighting the enemy. During the preoperative examination, we found that although his body was very tired, his nerves were still tense. He refused to close his eyes and sleep until he came to the hospital. He insisted that he would close his eyes and rest only after you came to tell you that he was fine, for fear that you would cry anxiously.
So in order to perform the surgery as soon as possible, we gave him some sleeping pills. He is just asleep now, and he will probably wake up from the pain after the anesthetic on his legs wears off."
After hearing this, Fan Hua felt mixed emotions, distressed and touched. He walked gently to Zhao Yilu's bedside, looked at his slightly haggard but still resolute face, and a warm current surged in his heart.
She slowly walked to the bedside and gently held Zhao Yilu's hand. Those hands looked rough and cracked due to days of running around and fighting, but at this moment, in her palms, they were extremely warm.
"What a silly boy! He's still thinking about me at this time." Fan Hua murmured to herself, her voice full of heartache.
She looked at Zhao Yilu's face carefully. He was usually full of vigor and vitality, but now he looked a little pale, with his brows slightly wrinkled, as if he was still worried about something.
Fan Hua reached out and gently smoothed his frown.
The ward was very quiet with only the two of them. Fan Hua could even hear the dripping sound of the medicine flowing into the infusion tube.
Seeing that Zhao Yilu was sleeping soundly, Fan Hua went out to get the spare clothes and toiletries that she had urgently brought for Zhao Yilu when she went out, and went to get some warm water and used a towel to wipe his whole body so that he could sleep comfortably.
Time passed minute by minute, and she was busy beside Zhao Yilu.
Fan Hua was very conflicted. She hoped that Zhao Yilu could wake up soon, even if he was awakened by pain or by herself. Only when she saw him wake up could she feel completely at ease.
But she also hoped that Zhao Yilu could sleep a little longer and make up for the sleep he had missed in the past few days...
Finally, with a slight groan, Zhao Yilu's eyelids slowly opened...
He looked at the ceiling in front of him in confusion. When his vision focused and he turned his head to see Fan Hua beside him, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Wife, when did you come? Hey, don't worry, I just got a minor injury. I told you, I'll be fine. I'll have to take good care of you in the future. Now you can rest assured!" Zhao Yilu's voice was still a little hoarse, but his tone carried the ruffian air that Fan Hua was most familiar with.
Fan Hua chuckled and couldn't help but pat Zhao Yilu on the head. "You're still so talkative even though you're injured. Aren't you still injured? Didn't you promise me that you would be fine?" Fan Hua said angrily.
Zhao Yilu smiled naively, reached out and held Fan Hua's hand, and looking at Fan Hua's slightly red and swollen eyes, he knew that she must have cried just now, and her eyes were full of apology and pity.
"I'm sorry, my dear, for making you worry. The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and I can't do anything about it. But you have to believe that I really tried my best to protect myself. With you and the child here, I can't bear to leave you an orphan and a widow. This is already the least damage you can suffer."
Fan Huahui held Zhao Yilu's hand and placed his warm big hand on her cheek. "Anyway, it's good that you're okay! Take good care of yourself these days, and listen to me!"
Zhao Yilu nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to my wife in everything!"
At this time, Fan Hua realized that the palm of the big hand against her cheek was a little wet. She looked at Zhao Yilu again, and saw that some fine sweat had already seeped out of his forehead.
Fan Hua suddenly became nervous and asked hurriedly, "Is the pain caused by the anesthetic wearing off? Should we call a doctor?"
Zhao Yi Lu let out an exaggerated cry of pain, "Yes, my dear, it really hurts, but calling a doctor may be useless, why don't you try to kiss me, I think it will work!"
Fan Hua's cheeks flushed instantly, and she spat softly: "It's already this time, and you're still so frivolous!"
But looking at the sweat on Zhao Yilu's forehead and his other hand tightly clutching the quilt, I realized that he was only appearing to be so calm and collected. He just didn't cry out in pain because he didn't want to worry himself. Otherwise, why would he sweat so much?
Instantly, the feeling of heartache took over. She hesitated for a moment, slowly leaned down, and gently kissed Zhao Yilu on the cheek.
This kiss seemed to have magical power. Zhao Yilu's frown instantly relaxed a little, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a satisfied smile: "Wife, it's much better, but it still hurts a little, how about you try another place?"
Fan Hua looked at his worthless appearance and felt both angry and amused, but what to do, she really liked his ruffian look, so she followed her heart and lowered her head to kiss his thin lips.
A hint of a triumphant smile flashed in Zhao Yilu's eyes. He responded to the kiss tenderly, his hands unconsciously wrapped around Fan Hua's waist, pulling her closer, making this intimacy even deeper.
The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant and the blended breath of the two people, but it was inexplicably harmonious and warm.
After a long time, the two slowly separated, their breathing rapid, their eyes flickering with affection and attachment that only the other could understand.
Zhao Yi Lu chuckled, with a hint of satisfaction and teasing in his voice: "It seems that my wife's kiss is still effective. It really doesn't hurt now!"
Fan Hua's cheeks were flushed, and her lips were kissed pink and tender. She stretched out a small pink fist and punched Zhao Yilu in the chest. Zhao Yilu took advantage of the situation and pulled Fan Hua's pink fist towards himself, causing Fan Hua's entire upper body to press on her.
Suddenly he said seriously: "Wife, I really missed you in these three months!"
The two looked at each other, both full of affection, and at this moment the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open with a creaky sound.
The nurse came in with a new infusion bottle. She had a professional smile on her face, but when she saw the scene in front of her, her smile froze instantly and an embarrassed blush appeared on her face.
Fan Hua was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She jumped away from Zhao Yilu as if she had been electrocuted. She hurriedly tidied up her messy hair, her eyes evasive. It was so embarrassing!
Zhao Yilu had a calm face, with a smirk on his face. He said to the nurse shamelessly, "I'm sorry, the wound hurts so much just now. My wife is pressing my acupuncture points to relieve the pain. You came at a good time."
The young nurse coughed lightly and tried to calm herself down.
As she hung up the IV bottle, she whispered, "You and your lover have such a good relationship. After the anesthetic wears off, you'll feel pain for a while. The first few hours will be the hardest. This new bottle of medicine is mainly used to relieve pain. If the pain is severe, you can call a doctor. This bottle of medicine will be gone after the infusion. You...you guys, be careful not to touch the wound, otherwise it will be troublesome!"
After saying that, he glanced at the two of them quickly before turning around and quickly walking out of the ward, closing the door considerately.
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