trap rose

Her eyes never left Wen Mian's face. That pale and fragile face was her deepest worry at the moment.

Finally, after a period of intense rescue, the data on the ECG monitor showed that the blood oxygen saturation began to rise. Wen Mian's breath also became calmer, and her face gradually regained its rosiness.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Chen Meiqi and said: "At present, it seems that the situation has stabilized. We will continue to observe and hope that she can recover as soon as possible."

When Chen Meiqi heard this, her heart finally fell. She looked at the doctor gratefully, with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, doctor. Thank you for saving Wen Mian."

The doctor gently patted Chen Meiqi's shoulder and comforted: "This is what we should do, don't worry too much. She needs to rest now, and you need to rest too."

As night falls, the lights in the hospital corridors look particularly soft.

Chen Meiqi stayed by Wen Mian's bedside, the worry in her eyes not completely dissipated, but more of determination and hope. She gently held Wen Mian's hand, and the cold fingers seemed to tell her that all this would pass.

Time passes slowly while waiting, and every second is full of endless meaning.

Wen Mian's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was trying to open his eyes.

But in the end, it closed again and did not open.

The more Chen Meiqi thought about it, the more something was wrong.

Who was that man, and why did he appear in Wen Mian's ward without saying a word.

Immediately afterwards, a crisis situation occurred in Wenmian.

Could it be that that man did something to Wen Mian?

She was worried, and even more upset because of this suspicion.

After Pei Zhiyao finished his work, he rushed to the hospital.

Pei Zhiyao walked into the ward quickly, and a faint smell of disinfectant hit his nose. What he saw was a quiet and slightly dull white. The light in the room was soft, shining on everyone's face, creating an indescribable emotion.

Chen Meiqi sat beside the hospital bed, her face pale and her eyes full of anxiety. She held Wen Mian's hand that was not infused tightly, as if this could bring her some comfort. Her fingers turned slightly white from exertion, and you could see the tension and worry in her heart.

Wen Mian was lying quietly on the bed. Although his face was a little pale, his expression was very calm. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the light. Pei Zhiyao looked at her with complicated emotions in his heart.

"Mr. Pei, you are here." Chen Meiqi looked up and saw Pei Zhiyao, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

"Aunt Wen, don't worry too much. Wen Mian will be fine." Pei Zhiyao comforted, his voice gentle but firm.

"I know, I know." Chen Meiqi murmured, her eyes returning to Wen Mian, as if she wanted to engrave her appearance in her heart.

Pei Zhiyao couldn't help but feel a little heavy in his heart when he looked at this scene. He knew that in the face of disease, human power seemed so small.

He silently walked to the bed and gently held Wen Mian's other hand. Her weak pulse came from his palm, as if telling him that she was fighting the disease and needed more encouragement and strength.

"Meiqi, you go and take a rest first. I'm here." Pei Zhiyao said softly.

Chen Meiqi looked up at him, her eyes full of gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Pei.

"I understand how you feel now, but please believe that Wen Mian will get through it. She is a strong person and will not give up easily." Pei Zhiyao continued, his eyes firm and warm. (End of chapter)