Sang Yu's nurse's uniform was taken off to pieces.
The skirt was torn down and folded to the edge of the bed, the top was too tight, the buttons continued to burst, and the hem of the dress was raised, pushing up to the full and moist chest, revealing patches of cream white.
The initiative changed hands as early as the moment he lay down.
Her sweaty hand grabbed Lan Qin's tight back, and her body rose and fell violently with him, allowing him to open up.
When the ward calmed down, Sang Yu couldn't help but feel a little worried when he blushed drunk and lay on his shoulder.
Such a young patient nurse Will it provide evil inspiration for Lan Xiaoqin, the eighteenth forbidden painter Sang Yu had a dream of staying overnight that night, nothing else, the serial drama from beginning to end, it was full of hot bed scenes of various scenes of the deep sea and the Little Mermaid, uncensored.
As soon as she woke up in the early morning, she touched her hot nose.
It actually bleeds Sang Xiaoyu, who was embarrassed and threw on the hospital bed, scratched the pillow, angrily squeezed out of Lan Qin's tight embrace, rushed into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, and his mind had to regain his consciousness.
In the morning, a series of tests that need to be done on an empty stomach are waiting for Lan Qin.
Before the surgery, the last two days.
By noon, all the results since admission to the hospital were in Song Zhiyu's hands, and the indicators were normal, and some were even higher than the average level of healthy adults.
Lan Qin was no longer sick and weak, and completely recovered as an ordinary person.
He has always been an unattainable ordinary person.
"Super healthy Lan Xiaoqin come over for lunch" Sang Yu laid out the meals in the thermos bucket one by one, with a sweet smile on his face, but he was worried in his heart, starting tomorrow morning, he would completely fast and clear his stomach for twenty-four hours.
After the surgery, it can take a day or two at the earliest to eat normally.
Add up to three days, and it's about to cross the New Year.
Sang Yu kept adding food to Lan Qin's bowl, and when he was chattering and asking him to eat more, the door of the hidden ward was politely knocked three times, and the man's low magnetic voice came, "Is Qin Qin there?"
Lan Qin's eyes were cold, and he looked at Sang Yu.
It's Lan Jingcheng.
Sang Yu put down the dishes and chopsticks and responded briefly, Lan Jingcheng was not the only one who came in from outside the ward, almost all the people from the Lan family were present, all dressed like marquees, with a compassionate expression, and the care that came out of his mouth was not the same, so that others could see it, that was an absolute harmonious family.
Maybe these people are really guilty.
But for Sang Yu, it is all demons and demons who have hurt Qin Qin for a long time.
Sang Yu tried his best to hide his boredom, and handed the pork ribs and winter melon soup to Lan Qin, "Qin Qin, drink it first, and then wait until it is cold." ” Lan Qin raised his lips in front of the Lan family, looked up at Sang Yu with his eyes, and then nodded the spoon with the tip of his nose.
Ask for feed Sang Yu's depressed mood magically improved, rubbed Lan Qin's face, stirred the soup and fed it to his mouth one by one.
The Lan family knew that they were not welcomed, and they didn't stay long before they found a reason to leave, and in the end, only Lan Jingcheng sat at the end of the bed and didn't leave, squinting slightly at the intimacy of the two.
"Qin Qin, blame us for coming at the wrong time, but the family also cares about you," Lan Jingcheng pressed his hands on his knees and pleaded, "Don't be so cold." ” Lan Qin finished drinking the soup, his eyes drooped slightly, and he wrote to him, "Big brother, you can go too." ” Lan Jingcheng's fingers tightened.
"I understand the kindness," Lan Qin's strokes fluttered, "but it's in your family, not mine, and I won't see it in the future." ” Lan Jingcheng's expression was the same as usual, sighing softly, assuring that he would be present throughout the operation day, and be on call at any time if needed, before leaving with a relieved face.
Walking out of the ward door, his dark eyes quickly froze, clenched his fists, strode into the elevator, all the way down the stairs, and went around to the backyard to get into a car.
In the car sat an old shareholder who had come to the door to trouble Lan Qin.
"Do you know why Song Zhiyu gave up on you" he sneered, "Indecision can't make a big deal." ” Lan Jingcheng leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, "The Lan family is indeed ashamed of him. ” "I'm ashamed for how many years, I've been doing a little low every day, he has seen that you really took you as a big brother, if he takes over the family business, none of you in the family will want to live well" Lan Jingcheng was poked in the center, and his forehead jumped straight.
"Jing Cheng, the bugging device was secretly put by you in the name of delivering seafood, and now what kind of mercy are you pretending?"
"You can hear what Song Zhiyu said with your own ears, she is so sick and demented, she would rather choose a dumb and sick man than choose you, if you don't fight for it, how can the Lan family still have your place."
"You don't dare to make an accident, you don't dare to let you do something in the operation, now I hear the key, tell a few words of truth and you can be bloodless, I will give you one last chance, if you continue to hesitate, I will immediately recommend another candidate, you will wait to become a lost dog" These words were piercing, Lan Jingcheng stared in the direction of the rehabilitation center building, grabbed the words that Lan Qin wrote to him in the ward, and rubbed them in his palm, little by little.
The day before the operation, Lan Qin officially fasted, waited for most of the food in his stomach to be digested, and did a last laryngoscopy in the afternoon to confirm his preoperative physical condition.
The nausea that had not been seen for a long time came back again and again in the past two days, and Lan Qin was able to control himself from retching at the beginning to now, and endured not reacting.
He got off the examination bed and was carried by Sang Yu to sit on the bench next to him, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around her waist close to each other, the desire to vomit churning in his stomach gradually stabilized in her body temperature.
Back in the ward, it was getting dark outside the window.
By this time tomorrow, he may be asleep under anesthesia, not knowing when he will wake up.
Lan Qin thought that Sang Yu would have a sad face, and was thinking about how to coax her, when she opened the suitcase, rummaged through a large box, and opened it to see that there was a full set of hair cutting tools inside.
"Your hair is a little obscured by your eyes," Sang Yu shook the box and said with a smile, "I didn't have time to cut it before I was hospitalized, so I made special preparations."
Lan Qin pulled the ends of his hair unexpectedly, remembering the countless uneven times he had made in the past, and his heart burned over the magma.
The mirror of the bathroom is movable, moved out and placed on the bedside table.
The chair is placed in front of the mirror.
Sang Yu sat down according to Lan Qin, leaned over to admire it from the mirror, and chuckled and praised in his ear: "Fairy beauty, it really looks better after having a fiancée." ” Lan Qin bent his eyes and wrapped his hand around her and rubbed it carefully.
How could he have imagined that one day his hair would have such great luck and be trimmed by her own hands.
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Sang Yu massaged the top of his head with her fingers, tirelessly combing through the soft black hair over and over again.
It is said that people with soft hair have soft hearts.
Qin Qin is so good, he will definitely be safe.
"Don't worry about my skills," Sang Yu deftly fiddled with the small scissors, clicking and clicking softly, "In the past, when my mother was sick, it was inconvenient to move in bed, and I was responsible for taking care of her hair, so I was responsible for the effect." ” Her fingertips rubbed him intentionally or unintentionally, tickling him, "If my husband is satisfied this time, remember to give a five-star review." ” Lan Qin couldn't just move around and look at her through the mirror.
She bent down, carefully arranged the ends of his hair, kissed him around the neck very casually, and dragged out the voice, "After the five-star praise, I will trouble Mr. to book a lifetime of service with me for the rest of my life." ” Lan Chin pulled her to his lap.
He's just too greedy.
I don't feel that it's enough for a lifetime, and even in her next life, I want to keep it for myself.
"Okay, short-haired Lan Xiaoqin," Sang Yu lay on his chest, stretched out his hand and snorted his refreshing hair, "Go to bed early tonight, and we'll stay up late tomorrow night." ” In order to let Lan Qin fall asleep as soon as possible, Sang Yu worked very hard to pretend to be asleep.
It was pitch black, her breathing was shallow and long, but her heart was boiling with a small boiler, praying that Qin Qin would fall asleep quickly, and she would indulge in sleep.
But Lan Qin refused to cooperate, hugged her and patted her gently, coaxing a child with great patience, coupled with the kisses that fell every few seconds, which made people even more dizzy.
In less than ten minutes, Sang Yu fell asleep first.
Lan Qin waited for her to fall asleep, turned on a lamp with the weakest light, and stared at her side face until late at night, when he propped himself up, took out the envelope and white paper he had prepared in the drawer, and laid down on the bed to write and draw neatly.
He carefully folded the paper, stuffed it into an envelope, folded it in half, tiptoed off the bed, and put it in the pocket of Sang Yu's nurse's uniform.
In the middle of winter, it was still dark when I woke up to prepare.
The door of the ward was wide open, and strange doctors and nurses began to come and go, with large masks covering their faces, all looking solemn.
Sang Yu did not participate in the busyness, and concentrated on being by Lan Qin's side.
The operation is scheduled for 10 a.m., and it is expected to take three and a half hours, and when consciousness is fully restored, it will probably be close to the evening.
At half past nine, Lan Qin, who had changed into a hospital gown, was lying flat on the hospital bed, and Song Zhiyu came over to take a look, "Yes, don't panic," and then she waved her hand, "Let's go, go into the operating room." ” Four wheels run over the tiles, making a dull gragra sound.
Sang Yu listened to this kind of voice every day, thinking that he had long been used to numbness, but at this moment, he knew that it would involve the soul so much.
She followed the hospital bed closely, her hand kept on the top of Lan Qin's head, she couldn't understand why she couldn't stop her mouth, no matter how many people were around, she was still chattering insistently.
"I'll wait for you outside, I won't leave."
"You have to hurry up, or I'll be so worried that I might cry."
"Today is the last day of the year, and there are a lot of evenings to watch."
"I've researched a new matcha cake, I haven't tried it yet, I'll let you try it in a few days."
Her voice wasn't very smooth.
"Chinchin, Chinchin" Lan Qin squeezed her cold hand hard.
Adjacent to the operating room, the door is open and the inside is brightly lit.
Sang Yu was stopped outside.
Lan Qin turned his head to look at her hard, his brown and gray eyes full of shallow smiles.
The door closed tightly, and the red light above quickly lit up.
Sang Yu stood for a long time, pacing to the window step by step, the sun outside was just right, and the branches with residual snow were shining.
She wanted to take a picture of it for Qin Qin to see, and when she went to find her phone randomly, she felt a hard square in her pocket.
It's a letter.
The most familiar position on the envelope was no longer a printed word, but a handwriting by Lan Qin.
"Mulberry fish, harvest."
Sang Yu bit the back of his hand, stabilized his emotions, and took out the letter paper with cherish, as he had done countless times, and unfolded it with cherish.
It is vividly painted with two snuggled backs and a large cluster of brilliant colors.
In the margin, there was only one sentence, the same word she would use in every letter she had ever written "Tomorrow, let's watch the New Year's fireworks together." gd1806102: