Damn it. I'm married to the president!

The woman joked, "isn't that right, reporter Shen? Are you his girlfriend?"

"I'm not."

The woman laughed to herself, "ha ha, you two seem to be a good match."

Is she a good match for Miss Han???

There's no match from hair to toes, OK!

Shen qinger said with a smile, "Auntie, don't make fun of me. I have someone I like."

"Oh, what a pity." The woman put the child on the ground, and then said, "Lele, take the lunch box to sister Shen, and say it's hard."

Lele nodded, cleverly took the lunch box and handed it to Shen qinger, "sister Shen, it's hard."

"It's not hard at all, thank you Lele!" Shen qinger gladly took the lunch box, then looked up at the woman, "Auntie, have you eaten?"

"Yes, I've left a box of lunch. I'll bring it to Mr. Han when he wakes up. There's no incubator here. I put the box in the incubator."

"I'll thank you for Mr. Han."

"Thank you. You have helped us so much. We should thank you..."

It's very polite to come and go. Shen qinger is really hungry, so he'd better be polite while eating.

After eating, the woman consciously helped to take the lunch box away.

There are only two people left in the infirmary.

Shen qinger is sitting by the bed. He doesn't have a mobile phone to play with. He's bored. After sitting for a long time, he can't help taking a nap

Unconsciously, the man on the bed quietly opened his eyes.

Seeing that pure and charming face, Han Ziheng shakes his painful skull and wants to sit up, but his body doesn't make much effort, so he finally gives up the idea.

Want to wake her up, but see her sleep so sweet, finally did not have the heart to speak.

This little girl really surprised him. If Qi Shao knew about it, he would not be happy to die.

When she was fascinated, the girl's head suddenly shook, and there was a sign of slipping from her hand. She was about to fall on his broken leg several times.

Han Ziheng's heart was tight. He did not know where the strength came from and sat up. He reached for her head and reminded her, "Shen qinger, it's dawn."

"Ah, it's daybreak!" Shen Qing'er suddenly woke up, looked around and then reacted. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Han, why don't you tell me when you wake up?"

Han Ziheng laughs at her, "see you sleep like a pig, can't wake up."

"You are the pig!" Shen qinger gave him a white eye.

However, he still has the energy to joke. It should be pretty good.

"Miss Han, do you still have a headache?"

"It doesn't hurt. I'm still dizzy. Do you have anything to eat? Help me find something to eat. I'm starving. "

"Yes, I'll find it for you."

After that, Shen turned around and left.

Han Ziheng has a bad headache, so he just lies back.

Before long, Shen Qing'er came back with his lunch box. Seeing that he was asleep again, he couldn't help picking his eyebrows.

Is this guy okay?

……

Later, Shen qinger learned that Han Ziheng had already stepped into the hall of hell with one foot - it was not a common cold and fever, but tetanus.

Fortunately, the doctors in the volunteer team found the abnormality in time and let the rescue helicopter take him to the nearby hospital. Otherwise, one day later, he would be unable to return.

Before he left, Han Ziheng still laughed heartlessly and left a sentence for Shen qinger: "Qi Shao should be able to communicate there. You take my computer to find him and send out the situation of Bashan town. I have done all the front topics, but you should do it quickly, otherwise the enthusiasm of the public will fade as soon as the flood subsides..."