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"You asked her to release the gas that day?" Shen Tulie, who had been standing behind Nangong Xueer, suddenly said faintly.

He didn't just look at him.

Nangong Xueer nodded and looked back at him: "it means praying for silence."

At that time, she was really too nervous. She kept thinking about whether she would really develop the medicine, but she didn't know how to get away.

On the contrary, it's praying for silence. People have been hurt so badly that they can still be quick witted and think of using this method to attract people's attention.

He suffered such a heavy injury, but he just thought about how to let the people over there find out and rescue them.

Thinking about this, my heart suddenly became heavy again.

No matter what happens, Qimo always puts himself first, even if he sacrifices his life

Pooh, Pooh, Pooh! Crow mouth! How can you think of this? It's true!

Looking at Nangong Xueer's changeable face, Qimo can't help but smile a little. However, when he smiles, he hurts his wound again. He can't relieve his anger for a moment and coughs suddenly.

"How are you, Qimo?" She is a medical student. If a person who has used a knife coughs, it will hurt the wound. She knows that.

Busy from the side of the warm water over, with a little cotton ball: "Qimo, fast, you first suck a little water, let the throat moisten, so it won't be too uncomfortable."

After looking after the silent man lying on the bed, Shen Tulie's eyes became more deep, so deep that people couldn't see him to the end.

Nangong Xueer is still feeding Qimo with water. Every movement is careful and meticulous. Qimo just quietly accepts all this, with a happy smile on her face.

When the three did not speak, the ward was unusually quiet, leaving only the voice of the girl occasionally told.

I don't know how long later, Shen Tulie's low voice rang again: "you don't have to worry about things over Hongxun. I'll have a good talk with their people."

Hearing the words, Nangong Xueer's eyes immediately tinged with pleasure. Looking back at Shen Tulie, she couldn't hide her excitement: "brother lie, is that true? Is Hongxun really willing to cooperate with us? "

"Well." Shen Tulie rubbed her hair, raised her lips and nodded slightly.

"Great!" Nangong Xueer, holding the water cup, turned around and looked at Qimo with a happy smile: "Qimo, when you are ready, we will leave this place and never come again."

Shen Tulie and Qi Mo couldn't help looking at each other and laughing.

A few days ago, I didn't know who had to come here. Now, it has developed to the point of "never come again".

It seems that this experience, let the girl to the sea of glass this place thoroughly disgusted, no, should say, is completely afraid.

However, now that the matter has been settled, let's go back to Xiling when Qimo is better.

After all, Xiling is their place.

Nangong Xueer hasn't left the hospital these days because she doesn't trust Qimo.

She was moved to a hospital bed and stayed in the intensive care unit where Qimo was.

Every day, I have to take Qimo to each examination room to check. It takes almost several hours a day to come down a few times.

In order to get better soon, Nangong Xueer even went to the supermarket to buy materials and make soup for him every day.

Busy, time is like this, in a twinkling of an eye, the effort will be over.

Today is the fifth day after Qimo came out of ICU.

In the afternoon, the doctor took Qimo's morning examination report and ran to Nangong Xueer. He said that Qimo's health was surprisingly good. He also praised Nangong Xueer.

After that, I told her that if there was no accident, I would have a general examination tomorrow and be discharged.

Hearing this news, Nangong Xueer was completely relieved.

After the doctor left, looking at Qimo sitting on the bed, she said with a smile, "go down for a walk. The doctors have told us to exercise more so that we can get better soon."

"Well." Qimo just nodded and slowly stood up from the bedside.

In fact, during the past few days in the hospital, Nangong Xueer insisted on taking Qimo to the small garden in the backyard every day.

More exercise will make you better. Nangong Xueer knows this even if the doctor doesn't say it.

As if accustomed to that, Nangong Xueer took Qimo's hand all the way, got on the elevator, and went to the first floor with him talking and laughing.

Along the way, those girls will look at themselves with envy and jealousy, probably because of the super handsome guy around them.

There's no way. Since ancient times, beauty is a disaster, so is blue.

Nangong Xueer is really afraid that one day she will be drowned by their jealous eyes. It's not clear what the reason is.

Today, after less than ten minutes of walking, Nangong Xueer's view suddenly shook, her feet softened, and she almost fell down.Looking up at Qimo, who is still smiling, Nangong Xueer breathes out. Maybe it's because of his injury that he doesn't notice his unusual performance.

"Qimo, I'm a little tired. I want to go to the pavilion and have a rest."

Led him to stop, Nangong Xueer pointed to the pavilion not far away.

In order not to let him see his clue, he said with a smile: "you are in good health now. I can hardly keep up with you."

"Good." Hearing her saying that she was tired, Qimo didn't think too much about it. He reached out and rubbed Nangong Xueer's hair.

Drooping eyes looking at her, also want to say what, can just discover originally this wench's black eye circle already so deep.

His face sank slightly, and the voice of Qimo with some blame suddenly rang out: "didn't you sleep well last night?"

"No..." I wanted to say no, but Nangong Xueer's words were all swallowed back to her stomach after she cast her eyes on shangqimo.

After a pause, she nodded and said truthfully, "well, I'm a little sleepy now. Let's go to the pavilion and have a rest first."

In fact, he is not really blaming her, he is just blaming himself.

If it wasn't for herself, she didn't have to be so tired these days.

Rubbing Nangong Xueer's hair again, the voice of praying for silence unconsciously softened down: "it's hard for you these days."

"No, Qimo, I'm not hard at all. What's more tiring than your injury? It's not your fault if it's not for... "

"Well, don't say so much. Go and have a rest." In order not to let her continue, Qimo interrupts.

"Well, good." Seeing that Qimo no longer reproaches herself, Nangong Xueer finds her smile again.

Take him and walk slowly to the pavilion with him.