Song Yiran didn't know how long it took she to come to the hospital at night. She didn't expect that so many people would come to the emergency room on the night of the New Year's Day holiday.
She asked about the process nervously, first got a number for Chen Muyang, then paid according to the instructions of the doctor and nurse, went to the doctor and nurse, had a doctor, had a blood test, and took medicine. Finally, she went to the infusion place and gave the medicine to the nurse, and then quietly waited for the nurse to come in the infusion room.
It started to have some drip, and Song Yiran let out a sigh
Seeing his hands exposed and the purple-blue blood vessels were obviously raised, she asked him with concern: Are your hands cold?
Chen Muyang shook his head
OK, she sat on his left hand, playing with her hair bored
Song Yiran silently lowered her head, looked up at the speed of the little things from time to time, and looked at the people around her casually
But not long after, she began to doze off. Although she was thinking about the little things he was hiding, fatigue prevailed. Her head unconsciously bit by bit, like a chicken pecking at rice.
Because of cold hands and dizziness, Chen Muyang was also lingering on the verge of sleepiness and awakeness. However, Song Yiran nodded. The movement was a bit loud, which made him gradually lose his sleepiness.
Chen Muyang quietly tilted his head, and the hair on top of her head happened to be whirling above her head. Her hair was chaotic by the wind, and there were a few twigs that seemed to be knotted.
The hanging hair blocked her face, and when she raised her head, her clear face appeared again
Seeing her hands holding each other and putting them on her legs, Chen Muyang couldn't help but look at them again.
Small, tender, just like him, a little purple, probably frozen
He spread his empty right hand and quietly compared it with her. Finally, Mao estimated that he had bigger hands and put them back.
Chen Muyang immediately shook his head. What's the point of indulging in this comparison?
Maybe it's a blessing
I was worried about not growing taller in the past few years, but later I realized that I was worried too much
He is so lucky that he drinks milk and plays the balls he plays are not in vain.
Song Yiran shook her head for a long time, Chen Muyang took an opportunity and took advantage of her head falling to his shoulder.
Unexpectedly, she quickly sensed the hardness next to her face and the rustling sound of the down jacket, and immediately woke up
She then realized that she was almost leaning on his shoulder and her black eyes were lifting up secretly, and found that he was still sleeping with his eyes closed like before.
Fortunately, he didn't wake up
Song Yiran moved nervously to her left, supported her chin with her hands, closed her eyes and continued to doze off.
Chen Muyang opened his eyes and couldn't help but sigh
Under the dim fluorescent light in the infusion room, Chen Muyang buried his face in her scarf, greedily smelling the nice fragrance, his mind was drowsy, and strange flames were beating in his eyes.
Her scent, sister's scent, happy scent
Does this smell also have on her body? Are there any places?
Chen Muyang stared at the thin figure beside him who was drowsy and suddenly felt an indescribable twitching in his chest, and an unprecedented fire gradually swept across his body.
The skin in her neck was faintly exposed again, and the beige scarf made her calm and gentle at this moment
He vaguely caught a glimpse of the beautiful curve of her neck and the fragrance of her nose, and a distant but dirty memory in his mind was hooked up
He remembered his parents' bodies again, screams, sweat, and the confused scenes made him very thirsty. The incandescent lamp in the infusion room seemed to her neck, and the smell of disinfectant was actually covered by the scent of a girl in the scarf. The sound of the patient talking to the nurse was not as clear as her shallow breathing sound at this moment.
The sweet sleeping girl reflected in the glass window opposite, and this posture fell into a pair of dark eyes without bias.
He saw his red face, the halo of the incandescent lamp hit her, and a cloud of obscure flames burning in his chest
***
After hanging the rebate, they took a taxi at the entrance of the hospital and went home.
After Chen Muyang finished taking the medicine and was ready to go to bed, a piece of ice patch suddenly appeared on his forehead.
What a cold Ah... He shivered
Song Yiran patted his forehead lightly without caring, so that Bingtie was firmly attached to his forehead. Youyou said: I just passed by a convenience store and bought this one by the way. You can stick it.
It's much better after getting the drip, it's okay
She firmly ordered without refusal
Chen Muyang lay back helplessly, but for that moment, there was a faint smile on his lips.
That night, Chen Muyang fell asleep a little slowly. In addition to being hot, there seemed to be the warmth of her scarf around his neck.
She looks like a mother who devotes herself to her work today
Chen Muyang smiled in his heart. This description didn't seem appropriate, but he couldn't think of any other description.
The hospital is full of monotonous white everywhere, and people die in the hospital every day. Even if you stand outside, you can feel the coldness and solemnity of the hospital.
But today is different. She made him feel that the hospital can also be a warm place.
She asked about the process nervously, first got a number for Chen Muyang, then paid according to the instructions of the doctor and nurse, went to the doctor and nurse, had a doctor, had a blood test, and took medicine. Finally, she went to the infusion place and gave the medicine to the nurse, and then quietly waited for the nurse to come in the infusion room.
It started to have some drip, and Song Yiran let out a sigh
Seeing his hands exposed and the purple-blue blood vessels were obviously raised, she asked him with concern: Are your hands cold?
Chen Muyang shook his head
OK, she sat on his left hand, playing with her hair bored
Song Yiran silently lowered her head, looked up at the speed of the little things from time to time, and looked at the people around her casually
But not long after, she began to doze off. Although she was thinking about the little things he was hiding, fatigue prevailed. Her head unconsciously bit by bit, like a chicken pecking at rice.
Because of cold hands and dizziness, Chen Muyang was also lingering on the verge of sleepiness and awakeness. However, Song Yiran nodded. The movement was a bit loud, which made him gradually lose his sleepiness.
Chen Muyang quietly tilted his head, and the hair on top of her head happened to be whirling above her head. Her hair was chaotic by the wind, and there were a few twigs that seemed to be knotted.
The hanging hair blocked her face, and when she raised her head, her clear face appeared again
Seeing her hands holding each other and putting them on her legs, Chen Muyang couldn't help but look at them again.
Small, tender, just like him, a little purple, probably frozen
He spread his empty right hand and quietly compared it with her. Finally, Mao estimated that he had bigger hands and put them back.
Chen Muyang immediately shook his head. What's the point of indulging in this comparison?
Maybe it's a blessing
I was worried about not growing taller in the past few years, but later I realized that I was worried too much
He is so lucky that he drinks milk and plays the balls he plays are not in vain.
Song Yiran shook her head for a long time, Chen Muyang took an opportunity and took advantage of her head falling to his shoulder.
Unexpectedly, she quickly sensed the hardness next to her face and the rustling sound of the down jacket, and immediately woke up
She then realized that she was almost leaning on his shoulder and her black eyes were lifting up secretly, and found that he was still sleeping with his eyes closed like before.
Fortunately, he didn't wake up
Song Yiran moved nervously to her left, supported her chin with her hands, closed her eyes and continued to doze off.
Chen Muyang opened his eyes and couldn't help but sigh
Under the dim fluorescent light in the infusion room, Chen Muyang buried his face in her scarf, greedily smelling the nice fragrance, his mind was drowsy, and strange flames were beating in his eyes.
Her scent, sister's scent, happy scent
Does this smell also have on her body? Are there any places?
Chen Muyang stared at the thin figure beside him who was drowsy and suddenly felt an indescribable twitching in his chest, and an unprecedented fire gradually swept across his body.
The skin in her neck was faintly exposed again, and the beige scarf made her calm and gentle at this moment
He vaguely caught a glimpse of the beautiful curve of her neck and the fragrance of her nose, and a distant but dirty memory in his mind was hooked up
He remembered his parents' bodies again, screams, sweat, and the confused scenes made him very thirsty. The incandescent lamp in the infusion room seemed to her neck, and the smell of disinfectant was actually covered by the scent of a girl in the scarf. The sound of the patient talking to the nurse was not as clear as her shallow breathing sound at this moment.
The sweet sleeping girl reflected in the glass window opposite, and this posture fell into a pair of dark eyes without bias.
He saw his red face, the halo of the incandescent lamp hit her, and a cloud of obscure flames burning in his chest
***
After hanging the rebate, they took a taxi at the entrance of the hospital and went home.
After Chen Muyang finished taking the medicine and was ready to go to bed, a piece of ice patch suddenly appeared on his forehead.
What a cold Ah... He shivered
Song Yiran patted his forehead lightly without caring, so that Bingtie was firmly attached to his forehead. Youyou said: I just passed by a convenience store and bought this one by the way. You can stick it.
It's much better after getting the drip, it's okay
She firmly ordered without refusal
Chen Muyang lay back helplessly, but for that moment, there was a faint smile on his lips.
That night, Chen Muyang fell asleep a little slowly. In addition to being hot, there seemed to be the warmth of her scarf around his neck.
She looks like a mother who devotes herself to her work today
Chen Muyang smiled in his heart. This description didn't seem appropriate, but he couldn't think of any other description.
The hospital is full of monotonous white everywhere, and people die in the hospital every day. Even if you stand outside, you can feel the coldness and solemnity of the hospital.
But today is different. She made him feel that the hospital can also be a warm place.
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