In the small two-bed room, the other bed was empty. Duan Jiaxu was the only one in the ward at this time, and the room was too quiet, making it seem empty and lonely. He lay flat on the bed, his Adam's apple slipped, and he did not speak.

The corners of his lips were straight, and his face had no expression. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Without hearing his consent, Sang Zhi didn't dare to go in, so she could only ask again: "Is that okay?"

Duan Jiaxu then opened his mouth and asked softly: "Have you eaten yet?"

"I just went nearby and bought some bread," Sang Zhi blinked, hesitantly walked up to him and handed the bag to him, "I also bought a box of oolong tea."

"Can you feel full after eating this?" Duan Jiaxu glanced at him, "Let's order takeout."

Sang Zhi shook his head: "I'm not very hungry."

Duan Jiaxu: "You haven't eaten anything yet, why aren't you hungry?"

"I'm just not hungry." Sang Zhi put the bag on the table next to him, turned around and moved the chair at the end of the bed to the bed, moving slowly, "I know how to eat if I want to, and I won't starve myself when I'm such a big person.

.”

Duan Jiaxu stared at her, suddenly smiled, and said nothing more.

Sang Zhi sat on the chair, took out the bread, and whispered: "I just asked the nurse, you have to lie down for six hours, and then you can't get out of bed after twelve hours."

"Um."

Sang Zhi took a bite of the bread and muttered: "And you can't eat now. You have to take liquid food for a week. It seems like you need to take this drip for three days."

Duan Jiaxu listened indifferently and responded again: "Yes."

Then the room became quiet.

All that was left was the rustling sound of Sang Zhi eating.

There was heating in the ward, and Sang Zhi felt a little hot not long after sitting there. She stood up, took off her coat, folded it a few times and hung it on the chair.

Noticing her movements, Duan Jiaxu glanced at her, his gaze fixed for a few seconds, and then he said calmly: "What kind of skirt are you wearing in this winter?"

The silence was suddenly broken.

Sang Zhi raised her head and met his slightly upward eyes.

The tone was the same as when her mother caught her not wearing long johns in autumn.

In a way, this person is like a combination of her father, her mother, and her brother. At home, she was always being controlled about her clothes, and Sang Zhi didn't want to come over here and still be controlled.

"This is a long skirt." Sang Zhi lowered his head and continued to nibble on the bread, "You can wear it if you want."

"..."

Duan Jiaxu turned his head and looked at her.

The way she ate was exactly the same as before, her cheeks were bulging very big, like a small puffer fish. He wanted to laugh a little, but was afraid of hurting the wound, so he spoke softly: "It's colder here than in Nanwu. You should pay attention to it."

Just click on it, it won’t feel good if you get sick.”

Hearing this, Sang Zhi inexplicably remembered the last time she came to Yihe. The food in her mouth suddenly became difficult to swallow. She didn't look at him, picked up the oolong tea, took a sip, and nodded.

After reluctantly finishing the bread, Sang Zhi looked at the time: "Brother Jiaxu, do you want to go to bed?"

"what time is it?"

"It's almost eleven o'clock."

Duan Jiaxu: "How do you sleep?"

Sang Zhi thought for a while: "I'm going to rent a nursing chair. It doesn't cost much."

"Accompanying chair? Isn't it uncomfortable for you to sleep?" Duan Jiaxu frowned, obviously disagreeing, "The bed next to it is empty, go and rent that one."

"No need." Sang Zhi muttered, "I'm not here to enjoy life."

"..."

Without waiting for him to say anything else, Sang Zhi stood up and walked out: "Brother Jiaxu, you need to get ready for sleep first. I'll go out and ask."

Renting an escort chair only costs a dozen yuan a day.

After paying the money, Sang Zhi took this time to buy a double supply of toiletries nearby. When he returned to the ward, Duan Jiaxu was looking at his mobile phone, as if he was sending a message to someone.

Sang Zhi glanced at it but said nothing.

"Why did it take so long?" Duan Jiaxu put down his phone and asked, "What did you buy?"

"Toothpaste, toothbrush, and towel." Sang Zhi took out the things, "I want to take a shower."

Duan Jiaxu: "Well, go ahead."

After taking two steps, Sang Zhi suddenly remembered something and turned back hesitantly: "Brother Jiaxu, do you want to wipe your face? Brushing your teeth shouldn't be enough."

There were a lot of things, so Sang Zhi just took the whole bag.

There was no one in the toilet, so she put her things on the counter, took a deep breath, and began to wash her hands gently, thinking about what to do for a while.

I asked out of curiosity.

Because I felt that if she didn't take the initiative to ask, he wouldn't take the initiative to make the request.

But it’s okay.

She had fallen down before, and he had treated her wounds.

Not too dirty either.

He also wiped her face.

Moreover, he is a patient now and cannot do anything by himself.

I originally stayed here to take care of him.

You can't suggest this by yourself and then regret it for a long time later. Isn't this too petty?

Sang Zhi didn't hesitate anymore, took out the towel from the bag, went to the shower room and washed it with hot water.

Then he returned to the ward.

Sang Zhi found a place to put things away, walked to Duan Jiaxu, and informed him in advance: "Brother Jiaxu, I will wipe your face."

"No need." Duan Jiaxu seemed to have no intention of asking her to come, "Bring it over and I'll just wipe it myself."

"How do you wipe it yourself?" Sang Zhi was already embarrassed, but when he rejected her, she felt inexplicably angry. She frowned, sat on the edge of the bed, and said in a stiff and cold tone, "You'll get injured later.

I have to stay in the hospital for a few more days."

Duan Jiaxu paused, then smiled: "Why do you always lose your temper with me today?"

"..." Sang Zhi didn't look into his eyes, folded the towel smaller, and wiped it down from his forehead, "How can I lose my temper? I keep talking like this."

She no longer hesitated and started directly.

The towel passed from his forehead to his eyes.

Duan Jiaxu closed his eyes subconsciously.

She didn't get too close to him, her movements were careful and gentle, and she didn't touch him with her hands.

Duan Jiaxu had never been taken care of like this before.

He never thought that he would be taken care of like this. He doesn't like to trouble others. Besides, this is still a child who, although he is an adult, he still feels that he has not grown up yet and still needs to be protected and cared for by many people.

Then, the warm touch of the towel moved to the bridge of the nose, then to the cheeks and chin.

Duan Jiaxu opened his eyes.

His eyes met Sang Zhi's.

Her eyes are big and bright, the folds of her double eyelids are obvious, and her eyelashes are curled and raised like two small brushes. The corners of her eyes are naturally droopy, and their eye shape is a bit like puppy eyes.

It looks clean and pure.

Freeze for a few seconds.

Duan Jiaxu's gaze dropped slightly and he lazily said, "Have you wiped it yet?"

"It's done." Sang Zhi retracted her eyes and her hands. Soon, she stood up, "I'm going to wash the towel."

Afterwards, Sang Zhi left the ward. Her pretended calmness immediately collapsed, and her spine instantly relaxed. She slowly calmed down her breathing and suppressed her accelerating heartbeat.

no.

The eyes were closed so well, how could they suddenly open them?

Can't you tell me in advance?

——"I'm going to open my eyes."

——"Get ready."

Can't?

Can’t???

Scary.

Scared! Dead! People!
To be continued...