Qian Yan

Chapter 169
Cheng Jialu's injuries were not serious, but his exposed hands and neck were splashed with burning liquid. With the advanced technology now, it should not leave too serious scars.

But he was injured internally by the blast blast, which damaged his organs and caused internal bleeding.After being rescued in the emergency room, although he was out of danger, it was difficult to wake up from the coma for a while.

Wei Zexi did a checkup and was relieved after confirming that there was nothing serious.Cheng Jialu was rushed to the ICU. He sat outside drinking water, and finally had time to look at his mobile phone.

I have received several photos on my mobile phone, the picture is blurry in the dark, but it is vaguely discernible that Zhang Yuman handed a key to a man. The man went downstairs to the university student dormitory, climbed a tree, and then threw the key away. On the table by the window in the room next to the tree.

"This room belongs to a Chinese female student named Chen Can."

Wei Zexi understood the cause and effect at a glance.Chen Can is doing odd jobs in the laboratory, so of course he has the key.So Zhang Yuman asked someone to steal her key and sneaked into the laboratory to steal the formula, but he and Cheng Jialu found out and came back to bump into each other.

Wei Zexi looked back at the ICU where Jialu was, and looked through the large window. Jialu was lying quietly on the hospital bed, still in a coma.

He opened the bag and looked at the hard drive inside, thinking that this was the formula for Undyed, which Jialu would risk his life to keep, he felt mixed feelings for a moment.

The butler of the Cheng family rushed here, but most of Jialu's relatives were not in the United States, and the nearest aunt was also on the west coast, so it would take a long time to fly here.Wei Zexi thought to himself, luckily Jialu was in a coma, if he woke up now and lay here alone, he would definitely not be able to bear this kind of loneliness.

But then he thought, Jialu is not himself, maybe he enjoys the comfort of solitude more than the excitement.

Standing in the hospital with cold colors, in this silent corridor, looking at Cheng Jialu who was in a coma, thinking of the fire just now, Wei Zexi felt a little scared, looking at the hospital at this time seemed like a lifetime away.

For some reason, Wei Zexi couldn't help but miss Wei Ran.

He wanted to kiss her fingertips, her palm, and her wrist.Because she has the most beautiful hands in the world.

He also wanted to kiss her on the cheek, between her brows, and then on her lips.Because she has the most beautiful face in the world.

He missed her warm body when he hugged her tightly in his arms, missed her soft and upturned lips when she smiled, and missed the refreshing aroma he could smell when he buried his cheek in her fluffy hair.

But thousands of miles away, the only thing he can do is to send her a video call request, wanting to see her smile, which is not high enough in resolution, and chat to quench her thirst.

The moment the video request was sent, he hung up quickly and went to the bathroom to check his situation.Sure enough, there were patches of black ash smeared on his face, which was ugly.

He washed his face, patted it to cheer himself up, and leaned against the glass window of the ICU before sending the video request again.

It's past nine o'clock in the morning in Shanghai, Yan Weiran connected the video, put the phone on the kitchen shelf, turned to him and said, "I'm making breakfast, I can't concentrate on chatting with you."

"Really? What delicious food, let me see?"

Yan Weiran turned the camera to the counter.She was cutting preserved eggs and shredded pork, and the porridge in the pot was steaming.

"Dora said last night that she wanted to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I checked that there were ingredients in the refrigerator. I will get up today and make some to satisfy her hunger."

Wei Zexi coughed lightly, and asked enviously, "Then why didn't you do it for me before?"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise: "I thought Wei Shao only ate your chef's nutritious breakfast."

"Don't you know that my young master has a commoner stomach? How many times have I eaten with you from Xiaoyu's shop?" He thought about it and added another argument, "The beef noodles next to your shop are also delicious. .”

Yan Weiran scalded shredded pork and preserved eggs in the boiled porridge, stirred them well with a spoon, and asked with a smile on the phone screen, "When are you coming back?"

"I want to come back in the next second." I really want to stay by your side all the time, and I can't be driven away like a dog——

Looking at the unstained smile on the screen, Wei Zexi felt his chest was filled with moisture for some reason.He clutched his chest to suppress his coughing. In such a quiet night, he felt vulnerable to tears.

very nice.When surviving near death and escaping catastrophe, she could be seen plainly cooking porridge on the other side of the earth, chatting meaningless gossip with him, peaceful and peaceful in this world.

Probably this is what makes a man want to settle down completely and stay by a woman's side forever.

And Yan Weiran finished serving the porridge, took the phone off the shelf, sat at the dining table and looked at him seriously, and asked, "What's the matter, you've been coughing all the time, have you caught a cold?"

"It's worse than a cold. I miss you so much that I'm sick...but I can't kiss you and hug you. I'm very unhappy." Wei Zexi said, staring at her in front of the screen infatuatedly and aggrievedly.

Yan Weiran smiled with her chin propped up, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge to signal him, and said softly, "Then come back quickly, and I'll make you a pot of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat."

Wei Zexi nodded happily, and as soon as the phone moved, even the scene behind was captured.

Yan Weiran noticed it at a glance, and immediately asked, "Are you in the hospital? Are you sick?"

"Uh... no, I'm refreshed." In fact, he really didn't want to tell Weiran about Cheng Jialu's hospitalization.So he stood up with his mobile phone, changed his background to the night outside the corridor, and wanted to falter.

So his face turned towards Cheng Jialu who was inside the large glass.

He who had been lying quietly on the bed was frowning at this time, his bloodless and slightly chapped lips opened and closed in a daze, murmuring, repeating two words.

Wei Zexi stared blankly at his lips. Through the thick glass, he couldn't hear Cheng Jialu's voice, but he knew what words came out of those lips.

Because that is also the name that Wei Zexi himself has murmured time and time again, thousands of times.

His palms were sweating coldly, and he subconsciously clenched the phone in his hand.The front camera was blocked, and Weiran could no longer see what was going on here. She asked in surprise from the other side: "Young Master Wei, what's wrong?"

Before Wei Zexi knew how to tell her, a nurse came out in a hurry and asked him, "Sir, are you a friend of this patient?"

Wei Zexi nodded, and heard the nurse ask again: "Do you have a friend named Vera? Patients call her name frequently."

The phone side was quiet, and the Weiran on the other side didn't make any more noise.

And Wei Ze hoped that Cheng Jialu, who was still unconscious inside, said quietly and slowly: "No, it's not Vera, it's... Unran."

Under the nurse's puzzled eyes, he finally let out a long sigh, turned the phone upside down, and stuck it on the glass window, so that Unran could clearly see Jialu's current appearance.

He said: "Jialu has an accident, and he has been calling your name."

The phone was upside down on the glass, he couldn't see Yan Weiran's expression and movements, but he hesitated for a moment, and said: "Zhang Yuman wanted to steal the formula he made for you, Jialu was in a state of mind, and an accident happened. In fact, when the fire broke out, Jialu could have escaped in time, but because he wanted to protect the formula on the computer, he delayed the timing and almost died in the flames."

Yan Weiran flew to New York on the second day, through the glass, she saw Cheng Jialu who was still in the ICU at a glance.

He was still asleep, lying motionless on the bed.She only saw half of his pale cheek, without any blood.

Wei Zexi stood with her outside the glass and looked at Cheng Jialu's current appearance, and said to her: "Basically, his life is not in danger, but now the indicators of various functions are very low, and there is danger at any time, so Cheng's family asked to continue working in the ICU. Supervision for a while."

Yan Weiran pressed his forehead against the glass, stared at Cheng Jialu's face that looked like a marble statue because of its lack of blood, and asked softly, "How long has he been in a coma, did he wake up in the middle?"

"It's been almost 24 hours, and I haven't woken up, but don't worry." Wei Zexi looked at the time and said, "Maybe he will lack nutrition if he sleeps for a long time. The doctor and his aunt have discussed it. Consider getting nutritional injections. But I believe Jialu will be able to wake up before then."

Yan Weiran stood close to the glass in silence for a long time, her breath on the cold glass, a thin layer of white mist, and then slowly receded.

He is such a cautious person, originally, there would be no problems in the laboratory.

Yan Weiran silently looked at the sleeping Cheng Jialu, the fog she exhaled prevented her from seeing him clearly, so she raised the back of her hand and slowly wiped away the barrier between them.

She focused on looking at Cheng Jialu inside, while Wei Zexi was beside him, watching her quietly from the side.

He always felt that she wanted to breathe out all the unpleasantness of the past, and then, in front of the current Jialu, erase it with her own hands.

(End of this chapter)