Although Song Shaoyan's aesthetic taste for women's clothes is a bit bad and she doesn't like many of the gifts she gives, she can tell from the things he gives that awkward like.

I wanted to contact her but I was timid.

She is not a little girl in her early twenties, so she can’t understand Song Shaoyan’s awkwardness.

He was afraid...to drag her down.

It was late at night, Ning An hurriedly had supper and was guarding the ward.

She stared at the beautiful bouquet of flowers in a daze.

The flowers are so beautiful, like the years when they bloom at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

It was at that time that she met Song Shaoyan.

The past cannot be remembered, and the years are like flowing water.

...

The next morning, the morning sun had not yet emerged from the clouds, and the morning breeze was still wafting with mist, the dew was round and the grass was fragrant.

When the east is white, birds fly.

Ning An woke up very early.

She was waiting at the door when Song Shaoyan was sent out.

The doctor followed, and the tall American male doctor smiled at her.

Ning An knew, he was Dr. Edward.

My heart, which was originally beating in a chaotic rhythm, suddenly calmed down. Dr. Edward's smile seemed like a reassurance. Ning An understood what it meant.

"Miss Ning, Mr. Song's surgery is very successful. Next, he will recuperate and recover to the past."

"Thank you, the doctor." Ning An was grateful, "Does he no longer need to be in a wheelchair after he recovers?"

"Yes, you may need crutches to support them in the first few months, but you will definitely recover within half a year."

Hearing this, Ning An smiled: "Thank you very much. If he hadn't been you, he would probably have been a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

"It's not my credit. Our entire team takes this operation seriously. It's our responsibility to save lives and heal the wounded."

"If he had this surgery a few years ago, wouldn't he have to sit in a wheelchair for the past few years?"

"It's hard to say. A few years ago, technology definitely did not improve as much as it is now, and the success rate is not as high as it is now. It's all unknown."

"He is so lucky to meet a doctor like you."

"Miss Ning, are you his girlfriend? I heard from them that you signed Mr. Song's surgery."

"That's right." Ning An said with a smile.

"He hasn't had anesthesia yet, and he will wake up in two or three hours."

"I see."

"Well, I'll go and do it first."

Ning An nodded.

She went to the ward.

Song Shaoyan is still in a coma.

Ning An bent down and hugged him gently. This was the only wish of pretentious Song!

Ning An saw his right finger curled tightly, and his palm seemed to be holding something.

After prying open his fingers, she saw that it was the peace button she gave him, and he never let go.

Ning An did not get up, but bent down to look at him, his eyebrows and eyes remained the same.

The morning wind blew the windows and the rising sun poked its head out of the clouds little by little. It was still a bleak winter outside, but the ward was as warm as spring.

Ning'an took a nap.

She dreamed that when she was in college, the school held a basketball game, which was very large and was held in the city gymnasium, and other schools also participated.

Many students have been to our school, and she is among them.

Many girls in their foreign language department went to the school because they heard that several handsome guys in the school went there, and they even bought small flags.

Colorful flags were waving, and cheers continued.

Ning An didn't understand basketball, she just heard that Song Shaoyan also participated, so she came.
Chapter completed!