School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 863 Please Wake Up

"Could it be that Han's behavior has nothing to do with Su Qiyue?"

With a hoarse voice, Shu Yacheng raised his wet eyes and looked at Nangongde sadly.

"...." Looking at her extremely aggrieved and innocent face, Nangong De remained silent.

Opening her mouth with difficulty, she continued, "If it wasn't for Qiyue who stalked Han's memory the most, and then abandoned him cruelly after waking him up, how could Han get hurt?"

"..."

Nangong De's heart, which was originally full of anger, gradually softened after hearing her complaints.

Just when he was about to say something, there was a loud noise from the side, followed by a nurse pushing Nangong Han out of the hospital bed.

"Cold...cold...."

Shu Yacheng was the first to see it, and rushed over nervously, clutching the edge of the hospital bed with both hands, looking at him with his eyes closed tightly in distress.

"Han'er."

Immediately afterwards, Nangong De came quickly on crutches, and glanced at Nangonghan on the hospital bed, with an oxygen mask on his mouth, and a needle on his right hand, infusing fluid.

"How's his condition?" He turned his head and asked the doctor in a white coat beside him in pain.

"The patient's blood loss is about 10ml, which is not much. It can be treated conservatively. He needs to rest in bed for about two weeks. Pay attention to turn over and control the brain braking."

After listening to the doctor's mechanical words, Nangong De raised his heart heavily.

Fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not large, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

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Quiet VIP ward.

A vast expanse of white color, the transparent water in the infusion bottle, falling silently, flowed into his body along the transparent pipe.

"cold……."

Shu Yacheng has been leaning against the edge of the hospital bed, his hands tightly wrapped around his big hands, crying at him.

Nangong De's fidgety footsteps wandered back and forth, and finally he couldn't take it anymore, "Xiaoya, be quiet!"

"The doctor said that Xiaohan's condition is not serious."

Shu Yacheng was embarrassed, silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in an apologetic tone, "Grandpa, I just blame myself, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have fed him that kind of medicine at that time."

If, because of this, she really harmed him for the rest of her life, she would never forgive herself until she died.

"Hey……."

Nangongde sighed deeply, helplessly, "It's good that you know."

The time is ticking and ticking by every minute and every second.

The infusion bottle connected to the blood vessel was changed one after another, but he still refused to open his eyes.

"Han, please wake up, okay?" Shu Yacheng held his big hand, put it on his mouth with nostalgia, and murmured softly.

"Uh."

The slender fingers trembled slightly, and Shu Yacheng turned to look at him excitedly.

"...#@%#, seven...seven...."

Wearing an oxygen mask, he wriggled his mouth with difficulty and made an indistinct sound.

"Han'er, grandpa is here, what do you want to say?" Nangong De put his ear close to his mouth excitedly.

Nangong Han still closed his eyes tightly, his head was dizzy, as if his soul was floating away.

His body was light, and he came to a completely strange world.

It was a familiar dream.

He walked alone in the forest surrounded by fog. The fog was white, wet and thick, and he couldn't see the scenery not far away.

He walked cautiously in the damp mist, and in a trance, he saw a vague figure from behind.

Shocked in my heart, subconsciously, I chased after the dazed figure.

finally--

He saw the back clearly.

Dressed in plain and simple clothes, with two braids tied behind his back, he was frightened, with inexplicable tears rolling in his dark eyes.

(End of this chapter)