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Chapter 297 Want to go back
After eating porridge, Wen Xiange heard Xiao Chenggong tell her about last night's follow-up, and she sighed again after listening to her, she was indeed very lucky, if she hadn't met Old Doctor Wang, she might have died, even if she didn't die Gotta waste.

Then her mission of rebirth failed. I don't know if she will have a chance to start again, or she will die from then on.

"Where's Mr. Wang?" After listening to it, Wen Xiange asked Dr. Wang who saved her life, and she must thank him very much.

"Rest in a nearby guest house, and take the train back to Linjiang City at night."

Xiao Chenggong replied, originally he wanted to keep the old man to go back with them, but Xiange didn't wake up before, he thought that it was not suitable for people to move after waking up, and it might take a while, so he didn't force the old man, anyway, their The destination is not far away, and it would be more sincere for the two of them to come to the door to thank Xian Ge when the time comes.

"Ah, let's go back with Mr. Wang that night. I feel much better now, and the wound is not too big. As long as I'm careful, I should be fine." Wen Xiange said immediately after hearing the words.

"No, you are not suitable for moving for the time being. What if such a deep wound opens and bleeds again." Hearing this, Xiao Chenggong firmly disagreed, although both Mr. Wang and Dr. Zhang said that Xiange had lost too much blood and the wound was deep. It hurt a little, but it didn't hurt the internal organs. It's not a big problem. As long as he wakes up, he can be discharged from the hospital and go home to take care of it. The wound can be changed regularly, but he is worried. He would rather stay for two more days to be sure.

"But it's not convenient to stay in the hospital. How did you sleep? You didn't sleep last night, you see, your eyes are red."

Wen Xiange saw that his eyes were red and bloodshot, his lips were a little pale, his beard had sprouted a lot, and he looked haggard, so he knew that he had to worry about himself and take care of himself last night. Sleeping, and there is no place for him to sleep in this hospital.

"Wen Xiange, you're awake. That's just right. It's time for you to get an injection in the afternoon." While talking, a young nurse came in with an injection tray, and smiled when she saw Wen Xiange woke up.

"Okay, you get the injection first, and we'll talk about other things later." Xiao Chenggong said to Wen Xiange immediately after hearing the words.

Looking at the nurse who came in, Wen Xiange couldn't say anything for a while, so he nodded.

The young nurse put the tray on the bow locker, smiled and said to Wen Xiange: "Your wife is so considerate, he hasn't slept since taking care of you last night, and asked us a lot of things that we need to pay attention to when taking care of you. And ask the aunt in our cafeteria to buy ingredients to make blood-enriching porridge for you."

Speaking of which, the young nurse asked Wen Xiange to stretch out his hand, and then continued: "Last night, he drew a large bag of blood to give you a blood transfusion. This hard-fought person can't stand it anymore. We advise him to rest for a while. He Don’t listen, you’re awake now, and you’ll have to persuade him to take a good rest later.”

"You gave me the blood transfusion, why didn't you say it just now?" Wen Yanwen Xiange looked at Xiao Chenggong in surprise. When he told himself just now, the blood transfusion process was taken over, and she had no idea that he gave it to herself. The blood transfusion, this person is really, after transfusing so much blood to her, and still not sleeping all night, does this mean that he also wants to fall ill, and then both of them are hospitalized?

"Lie down and sleep at my feet quickly." Wen Xiange moved his body to the side of the bed and said seriously.

"The young man really loves his wife." At this time, the old man on the bed next to him also sighed suddenly.

Wen Xiange is not the only patient in this ward. The three beds in the small room are occupied by people. The other two patients are a woman in her thirties and an old lady in her sixties. Lying alone on the bed, I haven't seen the person who takes care of me yet.

(End of this chapter)