Her Sniper

In the winter of H City, the wind has been chilly.

Mr. sniper lowered his voice and coughed a few times. Although his voice had been deliberately lowered, it was not very big, but it was a bit insidious.

Hoarse to the extreme of the kind of dry cough, just listen to let people pull panic.

Wen Shishi said, "don't blow the wind outside. Dylan works hard enough and takes care of your body like an old lady. How much salary do you give others? Are they willing to serve you like this?"

Mr. sniper's face was a little pale. He wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand and carried them behind him: "I'll give Dylan the best treatment."

But Wen Shishi stared at his hand behind him, "take it out, let me have a look."

"I'm fine."

Wen Shishi directly started by himself and pulled his hand out from behind.

"What is this?" She pointed to a touch of bright red on her fingertips and said, "are you coughing up blood again?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter if you cough up blood. What does it mean?" Wen Shishi felt a little out of control and wanted to lose his temper, "get on the bus first, I'll take you to the hospital first."

With that, Wen Shishi opened the driver's door and sat in.

Seeing that Mr. sniper was still stunned outside, she pressed twice to urge him: "hurry up, Mr. Jiang, you are carrying tens of thousands of employees' livelihood. If you fall down, I will be a criminal."

Mr. sniper opened the door with a smile and got into the co pilot's seat.

"Seat belts." Wen Shishi said in a bad mood.

"Good."

"Don't just say yes, you should fasten your seat belt." Wen Shishi frowned. Seeing that he still didn't move, he leaned over to take the safety belt to him and tied it: "you have a bad voice, not your hands. Why is it so difficult for you to fasten your seat belt?"

"Poetry."

Wen Shishi started the car and was turning the steering wheel to get into the traffic. His tone was rather bad: "why? Just say it

Mr. sniper raised his lips and brows, sighed deeply: "you know, these days you always call me one by one, with a business friendly attitude, which makes me feel worse than killing me. But you just scolded me a few words, but I feel very happy

Wen Shibai glanced at him and drove to the hospital: "neuropathy."

"I'm a psychopath. I just woke up from the hospital bed and learned that you and the child were gone. I had a very serious depression. I had to change a lot of psychiatrists, but I couldn't help it. I look at the needle on the back of my hand, and I have a special impulse to pull it out and die. I'm thinking, if you and the children are gone, then I'll go with you, or you'll be so lonely down here. "

“……”

"But at that time, I was covered with gauze, and I couldn't even move," Mr. sniper said with a wry smile. "Fortunately, I couldn't move at that time, or I wouldn't be able to see you now."

Wen Shishi drove by himself and looked ahead: "you should speak less."

"Good."

"The windows are closed. It's windy outside."

"Good."

"Have some hot water."

"Good."

Wen's poetry was so tame that he couldn't help it.

No matter what she asked, Mr. sniper said yes unconditionally.

She thought maliciously, if she now asked him not to pester himself again, would he be as obedient as before?

In the end, it didn't work out.

She had a problem with a patient.

The car stopped at the door of the hospital. Wen Shishi led him directly to the emergency room and told the nurse about his situation.

Soon, the doctor rushed over and sent him to the ward, where blood was drawn and various examinations were carried out. The small bed was surrounded by seven or eight medical staff.

Wen Shishi couldn't help, so he just stood outside and didn't occupy the passageway at the door of the ward, so as not to get in the way and delay the treatment.

"Poetry..." His voice seems to be a little rough, a big gasp.

The doctor quickly frowned and interrupted him: "Sir, you really can't speak any more now. Your vocal cord has been bleeding. If you speak again, it is likely to tear again..."

"I know. I just want to see her and see if she's still here."

The doctor was helpless: "is it the lady who came with you?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll ask her to come with you. You really can't talk any more."

"Good."

The doctor sighed and murmured in a low voice: "show love is not at this time, either..."

The nurse next to him whispered, "I saw that lady last time. She was very beautiful. She stayed with Mr. Jiang all night. Their relationship was really good."

The doctor came over and said to Wen Shishi, "lady, follow me."Wen Shishi is not clear, so: "go inside? Will it disturb you? "

"If you don't come, it will delay our treatment. Mr. Jiang has to see that you are willing to cooperate, or he will talk all the time. His vocal cord has just been torn once, and there really can't be any more mistakes... "

Wen Shishi frowned and followed the doctor to the hospital bed.

Mr. sniper was lying on the bed, and let the nurse help him to measure his blood pressure and other indicators. When he saw her coming, he obviously had a figure on his face and stretched out his hand to pull her.

Wen Shishi stepped back.

His hand was in the air, too.

Seeing this, the doctor was stunned: "that I'm sorry to take the liberty to ask, you Not a couple? "

"No

"No

When Wen Shishi gave a negative answer, Mr. sniper also denied it?

She had some accidents.

But then he said, "we are husband and wife."

The doctor nodded clearly: "I see. I have a fight. Well, you are too. It seems that you are not young. How can you still make trouble? Girl, your husband's voice is really serious. It's too late to quarrel when he's well

"We are not husband and wife," Wen said

"Well, well, if you have any disputes, you can solve them by yourself when you get well. This is a hospital, not a Civil Affairs Bureau. The patient is the first. Girl, no matter what your husband has done to make you so angry, you don't want to see him become a mute, do you

In a word, all the explanations of Wen's poems are blocked.

Forget it. Let's wait for him to recover.

No matter what their relationship was, she didn't want to really see him become a mute.

"Well, your wife is standing under your nose now. Can she cooperate with the treatment now?" The doctor asked helplessly.

Mr. sniper became submissive this time, only nodding slightly and not saying a word.

"Well, that's right." As the doctor examined him, he muttered: "ten years of cultivation will lead to the same boat, a hundred years of cultivation will lead to sleeping together, and it's all predestined fate to be a husband and wife. We should cherish it well..."