Old love and new love: The president loves his wife too much

Chapter 97 Returning to School
Transparent liquid flows quietly in the infusion tube.

pale hands.

The needle penetrates deeply into the skin.

Xiaoyu lay half-lying, looking out of the window at a few clouds floating in the tile-blue sky, the line of the ECG monitor was connected to her chest, the sound of "beep, beep, beep" was obvious in the silent ward. It's a little harsh.

He looked out the window with a blank stare.

From time to time the door was pushed open.

Doctors and nurses came and went, and came and went.

He was quietly half lying on the hospital bed, with a lonely and desolate expression on his pale face.

outside the window.

The breeze gently blows the leaves, making a rustling sound, and the brilliant sunlight jumps and shines through the small gaps, casting mottled shadows on the lawn.

Under the tree, a few children in hospital gowns were chasing and frolicking, laughter and laughter passed through the air into Xiaoyu's ears, but the joyful atmosphere did not infect him.

Yes, he was not happy, and he hadn't been happy since the moment he woke up.

Time passed by silently, and the gorgeous sun soon filled the sky, and Xiao Yu's face was also dyed red.

The beautiful sunset like an oil painting enveloped his body, and his slightly curly short blond hair was a little messy. Xiao Yu moved her stiff body, looked up at the infusion bottle, and then rang the call bell.

The pretty young nurse quickly opened the door and walked in. After looking at Xiaoyu's medical record, she said softly, "It's the last bottle for today."

After speaking, she pulled out the needle for Xiao Yu, and removed the line of the ECG monitor from his chest.

"Thank you." After Xiao Yu said politely, she turned her head and looked out the window again.

After packing up the discarded needles into the tray, the young nurse looked at Xiao Yu and said, "Little handsome guy, why didn't your parents come to see you today?"

"They may be busy." Xiaoyu said indifferently, without even turning her head.

"Oh, then you have a good rest." The young nurse originally thought that he was unhappy because his parents didn't come to see him and felt lonely, so she wanted to comfort him.

It can be seen that after Xiao Yu acted like she didn't want to talk to her at all, she could only leave wisely.

The door was gently closed again.

Thousands of gorgeous rays of light.

Spilled through the glass of the window into the sick room.

Xiao Yu got up and walked to the window, her frail figure was buried in the light of the sunset.

When Mrs. Miller opened the door and came in, she saw Xiao Yu standing quietly by the window.

Picturesque sunset.

Intoxicating beauty.

Xiaoyu's short golden hair exudes a lustrous luster.

He stared out the window dreamily.

No sound of anyone approaching was heard.

It wasn't until a warm hand was lightly placed on his shoulder that Xiao Yu came back to his senses. He turned his head leisurely and looked at his mother expressionlessly.

"Son, are you hungry? Come and eat." Mrs. Miller smiled lightly and held her son's cold hand, feeling sore in her heart.

Xiao Yu didn't speak, but obediently followed her mother to the bed and sat down, mechanically eating the food she handed her mouthful.

Mrs. Miller's hands gradually became stiff, and her eye sockets were slightly red.

That's right, she was very sad. Looking at such a son, her heart felt like a knife.

After this period of self-cultivation and conditioning, Xiaoyu's condition has stabilized a lot, and the number of attacks has become less and less
This is very comforting.

However, he seemed to be a different person, he didn't cry or make trouble, he didn't resist the treatment, he became silent and obedient.

However, this kind of him is more like a walking dead without thought and perception.

He didn't speak, didn't respond, and was quietly at the mercy of others, as if his soul no longer existed, and what was left in this world was just a body without feeling.

The sunset outside the window gradually dissipated.

it's dark.

A small light was on in the ward.

There was a rattling sound in the water room, and Mrs. Miller was cleaning the dishes.

The corridors of the hospital were quiet and silent. Occasionally, a few patients in hospital gowns walked back and forth, chatting a few words from time to time, venting their depressed and depressed mood.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Mrs. Miller looked at Xiao Yu on the hospital bed.

He lay there quietly.

There was no sound, as if he had already fallen asleep, his eyes were gently closed, and his breathing was very light, very light...

The light in the ward was dim, he was sleeping quietly, his face was a little pale, his lips were light purple, surprisingly handsome.

Mrs. Miller left quietly.

Xiao Yu opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling absently, breathing very lightly, as if only breathing lightly could wait for the man to gently open the door of his ward.

but.

nobody.

That person never came.

Under the dim light, a desolate and hopeless smile appeared on the corner of Xiaoyu's mouth.

It was obviously the expected result, but he still held on to that slim hope, and it was because of this that he was in such pain and sadness.

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Outside the door, Mrs. Miller covered her mouth. She wept silently. She knew that Xiao Yu hadn't slept. She knew that he hadn't slept for a long, long time.

The sky is getting brighter again.

Mr. Miller, who was off the night shift, rushed straight to the hospital. When he saw his wife crying in a chair in the hallway, his heart ached.

He walked over quickly, sat down beside her, and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms.

Nestled against her husband's generous and warm chest, Mrs. Miller's tears flowed even more fiercely.

Because of crying all night, her voice became hoarse, and the sapphire blue eyes sparkled, as melancholy and beautiful as a bottomless ocean.

"Honey, our son hasn't spoken for more than a week." She said softly, a drop of crystal clear tears slipped from her dark and thick eyelashes.

Mr. Miller nodded slightly, and hugged her shoulders tighter: "I know, I will find a way."

To be honest, he didn't want to see such a son either.

The morning sun shone into Xiaoyu's pupils.

Hospital bed.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

suddenly.

Some kind of sound is heard in the ear.

He held his breath and turned his head slightly to look at the door.

It was the nurse who brought the medicine.

He turned back again.

Gently close your eyes.

It's not him, not the person he never forgets day and night...

He knows it!
But why?
He will still hold a glimmer of hope, even if such a hope will make him painful and sad, but he is still willing to wait silently.

Looking forward to him being able to come and rely on him, even if he just took a look and left, he was content.

"Let Xiaoyu go to school." Mr. Miller, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again, with deep helplessness and unwillingness in his faint words.

Mrs. Miller looked up suspiciously, and asked in a daze, "Aren't you afraid that he will be separated from An Shao again..."

"Do you want to see your son live in such a negative way?" Mr. Miller didn't answer the question, but after seeing his wife's hesitation, he continued: "Honey, don't worry, I trust Teacher An, besides, some things are not right. It can be solved by avoiding it, Xiaoyu is not a child anymore, he has to learn to bear some things by himself."

After looking at her husband for a while, Mrs. Miller nodded in compromise. Now that things have happened, she can only choose to do so.

After all, the person who tied the bell needs to be untied.

(End of this chapter)