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"It's me." Without waiting for the reproachable words to finish, long Chuhan has calmly interrupted.

"Uncle Chu Han, how could it be you? Isn't this ling'er's cell phone? Are you... "

"The girl blocked a shot for me, now in the hospital..."

Even if you know you're going to say something, you're going to scare me.

However, in retrospect, Mingke can be regarded as ling'er's best friend in the world.

If you don't tell her about it, long Chuhan doesn't know who else to tell.

In this way, because of a phone call, Mingke and Beiming night immediately bought a ticket and rushed to Dongfang International.

Because of the long distance, they arrived the next morning.

After a big round of communication with the people in the hospital, they finally agreed to let the two of them go into the ICU together.

In order to prevent ling'er from being hurt for the second time, they also cooperated with the disinfection work of the hospital 120 points.

Until entering the ward, see quiet lying on the bed, pale Ling Er, name can nose acid, tears almost can't stop overflow.

In front of patients, it is very unlucky not to cry casually.

No matter how hard I feel, I must bear it.

Feel her small body shaking, holding her in the night, gently patted her shoulder, to show comfort.

"Uncle Chu Han, how is ling'er now?"

Come to Leng long Chuhan's side, Mingke tries to control his mood and asks in a low voice.

"It hasn't changed much since yesterday."

"Last night, the attending doctor came several times and gave her a basic examination, saying that she was still stable."

Even if he knew it was them, at this moment, long Chuhan forgot his previous politeness and took the initiative to stand up and say hello to them.

The deep vision has been falling on the small face of ling'er, and has never moved away more than half a minute.

God knows what a miserable day it was for him.

So he stood by her side, not even closing his eyes.

He said so much to her that he almost forgot what he said.

However, ling'er, who was lying there, still didn't respond at all.

With the help of Beiming night, Mingke comes to the chair on the other side of the bed and sits down, holding linger's hand tightly.

Looking at her face, which was always smiling, but now she didn't have any expression, her heart was still torn.

"Night, uncle Chu Han, can you avoid it first? I want to talk to ling'er. "

Then, he looked up at the Beiming night standing beside him, and looked at the opposite dragon Chuhan, and whispered.

The two men look at each other and don't say much. Long Chuhan reluctantly lets go of ling'er's little hand, stands up and walks away with Beiming night.

Just after a short night, long Chuhan's handsome face had a lot of Hu dregs.

In addition, the two obvious dark circles make him look more profound.

Even if he didn't say it, he knew that yesterday was definitely not a good day for him.

Until they disappeared behind the door, she took back her eyes and looked down at ling'er who was holding her hand.

"Silly girl, wake up quickly, you don't see Uncle Chu Han, for you, people have also lost several laps."

"If you don't wake up again, I can't imagine what will happen to him."

Ling'er's care for long Chuhan can be seen clearly.

That careless guy may not be able to see it, but, as a girl, how can he not know it.