YY8848高清私人影院

  This time the school had a two-day holiday on the weekend, so the three of them decided to hang out together tonight.

only…

  Murong Qiao's thoughts changed, and he thought of Nan Hao who was still in the hospital and Nan Hao who was working part-time in a western restaurant, and unconsciously fell into a trance.

   "Jojo?" Ruan Ying called her. "What are you thinking? I kept you quiet for a long time."

  She stared at Murong Qiao curiously, and asked bluntly.

  Murong Qiao regained consciousness, "It's okay... Besides, I might have something to do tomorrow and the next two days, so I can't go out with you to play."

  Ruan Ying answered blankly, thinking that Murong Qiao was about to start busy with work again, so she didn't investigate too much.

  But Murong Qiao's thoughts drifted to Nan Jin.

   I don’t know how his condition is because I haven’t visited him in the past few days.

   At noon the next day, the hospital was in a bustling time of people coming and going to visit patients.

  The blue and cloudless sky is a good weather that makes people feel relaxed, and even the smell of disinfectant that Murong Qiao thinks she hates is not so unpleasant and pungent.

  She had been to the hospital last time, so she naturally remembered Nan Jin's ward.

  Murong Qiao deftly bypassed the corridors and many other complicated routes, and the noisy environment gradually disappeared behind him. As he got closer to the single ward area, he seemed much quieter.

  When she walked to the door, she happened to meet a nurse coming out of the ward pushing a small cart.

   "Hello," Murong Qiao walked up to greet him softly.

  She glanced at the obviously used syringe on the trolley, "May I ask how the patient is doing?"

   "It's pretty stable at the moment." The nurse replied, her gaze swept across Murong Qiao's face and she paused for a moment. "Are you his family?"

  Where the mother is, even though Murong Qiao and Nan Jin don't have much in common in appearance, the nurse can still see the similarity between the two.

  Murong Qiao's face froze, and he didn't nod to admit what the nurse said for a moment.

   "He's been quite peaceful these two days, but he doesn't feel too sad for himself. When he wakes up, you can persuade him more." The nurse didn't care so much, and left after a few words of advice.

   She naturally has other patients to take care of.

   And Murong Qiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the nurse leave. His whole body relaxed, and he stood at the door and glanced vaguely at the figure lying inside through the glass window.

  The frosted glass in the lower half makes people see it unrealistically. Murong Qiao can only vaguely see Nan Jin lying on the bed very quietly, with a drip bottle hanging on his left hand.

  Recalling what the nurse said just now, Murong Qiao decided that Nan Jin should still be in a coma, so he pushed the door open lightly, and then walked in as quietly as possible.

  The ward was so quiet that Murong Qiao even had the illusion that he could hear his nervous heartbeat.

  The single ward is spacious enough, but it also looks empty and pale, so that when Murong Qiao came in, he saw Nan Jin lying on the bed with a pale face as if asleep.

  Murong Qiao pursed his lips and glanced around, and put the fruit he brought on the bedside table by the way, and finally his eyes fell on Nan Jin.

  The blue-and-white striped hospital gown always gives people a sense of weakness, coupled with Nan Jin's face, it looks a little weaker. After looking at him for a while, Murong Qiao took the initiative to look away and looked at the equipment next to him.

   "Drip, drop—"

  The detection status is green, and Murong Qiao can only understand the fluctuation of the heartbeat monitored above, but it should be fine.

   "You also have such weak times." Murong Qiao murmured softly.

  She sat quietly on the side, seeing Nan Jin's current appearance, her heart still fluctuated uncontrollably.

  She admitted that Murong Qiao has not forgotten the little kindness Nan Jin gave her before, so she came back to the hospital to look for him during the two days off.

  Murong Qiao is not proficient in how to take care of patients. The most self-conscious common sense is to see if the drip is finished. She just goes down the bottle, and her eyes unconsciously fall on the back of Nan Jin's hand.

   There were several pinholes there, and one was even swollen.

   Probably the blood vessels are hard to find or too thin, but it looks really miserable.

  After looking at Nan Jin for a while, she took out her laptop and planned to work. The whole afternoon seemed to fly by.

  During the period, the nurse came in to change the bottle twice, and when it was the last time, Murong Qiao decisively packed up his things and prepared to leave.

   "He's leaving now? He should wake up later." The nurse asked strangely.

She works in the hospital and has met many family members of patients, but those are those who care about the patients and chat with them. It is true that someone like Murong Qiao stays for an entire afternoon without saying a word, and then prepares to leave without saying a word. rare.

  Murong Qiao glanced at Nan Jin who was still asleep, "Well, I have something urgent to do, so I'll come see him next time."

  She lied without changing her face, to cover up her desire not to meet Nan Jin.

Fortunately, the nurse didn't think much about it, she just nodded her head to express her understanding, and even looked at Murong Qiao with a trace of sympathy in her eyes, probably because Murong Qiao's words stretched out some strange ideas .

   "Then you can come later next time. During the day, he needs to hang the bottle and sleep." The nurse reminded her very understandingly. "Speaking of which, I saw a good-looking boy who often came to take care of him. I don't know if there is something wrong in the past two days, so he didn't come."

  Murong Qiao immediately understood that the nurse was referring to Nan Hao.

  Naturally, Nan Hao didn't have time. Remembering that the other party had deliberately told him not to talk about part-time jobs, Murong Qiao said goodbye to the nurse after a moment of silence.

   Nanxuan goes to work every morning and returns late every day. Sometimes he can't see anyone. Nan Hao wants to share the burden of his brother, so he secretly comes out to work part-time.

   As a result, Nan Jin in the hospital did not have anyone to take care of her, and Murong Qiao wanted to sigh.

   Fortunately, what the nurse said just now was remembered by Murong Qiao, and helped her set a time to take care of her in the future.

  After Murong Qiao left, Nan Hao rushed to the hospital not long after, just in time for Nan Jin to wake up.

   "Brother? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?" Nan Hao asked.

  He was sitting by the bed, still holding the homework to be written today, and his tone was like a little adult, which made people unconsciously want to smile.

  Nan Jin covered her head and sat up, "...It's okay, I told you not to take care of me, you can just go home."

Nan Hao heard his tone of not caring about him, and didn't say anything to refute. Seeing that Nan Jin didn't need anything, he turned around and started writing his homework again, as if he didn't hear it, and stubbornly let Nan Jin have no choice.

   "I'll go home and study when you recover from your illness." Nan Hao just dropped this sentence, which can be regarded as silently rejecting Nan Jin's words.

   There was a little bit of fruity sweetness in the air, which touched Nan Jin's sense of smell.

  He looked at it, only to find that there was a bag of fruit on the bedside table, with a few bright red apples on top of it.

  Seeing this beautiful bag of fruit, Nan Jin didn't think too much about it. She just thought that Nan Hao bought it when he came to visit him, so she just took one and ate it.

   This move just happened to dispel Nan Hao's doubts.

   When he first came in, he was stunned when he saw the fruit. Seeing that Nan Jin ate it so naturally, he also mistakenly thought that it was brought by his friends or others when they came to see.

  The brainwaves of the two brothers are not on the same channel, and at this moment, they have reached a strange agreement in a strange angle.