Her Sniper

"Mr. Jiang, didn't you eat in the morning?"

Asked the nurse, pushing a cart in.

Instead of him, Wen Shishi replied, "I didn't eat it. I told him last night that I would have blood test today, so I didn't eat it."

The nurse nodded, "OK, I'll take Mr. Jiang's blood now."

The nurse prepared a medical supplies, squatted in front of the hospital bed, carefully punctured blood vessels, red blood from the rubber tube out.

Wen Shi's heart is a thorn, and he can't help frowning.

The nurse said with a light smile, "Mr. Jiang is so lucky. Mrs. Jiang really loves you. I can't even see the blood collection."

Mr. sniper smiles and his bright eyes fall on Wen Shishi, warm as spring.

"No, I'm not..."

She is not Mrs. Jiang.

"Ah?" The nurse blinked: "aren't you Mrs. Jiang?"

"Well, it's not."

"Ah, I'm sorry," the nurse quickly apologized, "I see you are here to stay in bed day and night. When Mr. Jiang had an accident, there was only your number in his mobile phone. I thought you were Mrs. Jiang."

Wen Shi opened her mouth and stood still.

Single men and few women, living in the same room, although it's in the hospital ward, it's enough to make everyone misunderstand.

What's more, there is only her number in Mr. sniper's mobile phone.

"There's no wedding yet." The husky voice opened slowly.

Miss nurse suddenly realized: "Oh, well, I'm really stupid. But are you getting married soon? Seeing that you have such good feelings, I envy you all. "

Mr. sniper had a bigger smile on his face.

"But Mr. Jiang is still trying to talk less these days."

Mr. sniper nodded to show that he knew.

"Well," after the blood collection, the nurse pressed the wound with a cotton swab, "Mrs. Jiang, please hold it here for five minutes until there is no bleeding."

Wen Shishi had no choice but to walk past, hold down the bleeding point, and forcefully prop up the sound of "Mrs. Jiang".

She asked, "Miss nurse, when will the blood test results come out?"

"It'll take about four hours. Don't worry. I'll send it to you when the result comes out."

"Yes, thank you."

"You're welcome," the nurse said with great concern. "Mrs. Jiang doesn't look very good. Didn't she have breakfast with Mr. Jiang? The tenth floor of the hospital is the dining room. Now Mr. Jiang has nothing to do. You can have breakfast first and then come back. "

Wen Shishi thanks again.

But she's not in the mood to eat now.

"Don't worry," Mr. sniper said, "Dylan will help with it. Lu Xiao will be OK."

Wen Shishi looked at him: "why do you want to take me to see Lu Xiao?"

"If you want to go, I'll take you."

"Are you not afraid that I will stay there to take care of Lu Xiao and not come back?"

"Can you?" Mr. sniper asked

"I..." Wen Shishi avoided his eyes: "I don't answer such meaningless hypothetical questions."

Mr. sniper didn't push her either.

After pressing for five minutes, the bleeding hole was no longer bleeding. Wen Shishi stood up and threw the cotton swab into the dustbin in the bathroom.

"Poetry."

She answered, "well?"

"You go to dinner."

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat if you're not hungry."

"I can't eat," Wen insisted, "or are you hungry?"

Mr. sniper's face flushed slightly: "no, I think..."

"What?"

"I want to go to the bathroom."

Wen's poem: "the I'll go out first

Wen Shishi went out of the ward, sat down on the seat at the door and took a rest. She replied to some wechat about her work. The monkey told her that the project was progressing smoothly, so that she could rest assured and recuperate.

Who said she was ill?

On second thought, who but Dylan.

Dylan's work is also safe. Her real identity and her relationship with Mr. sniper are only known to a few people closest to her, which is obviously better.

Wen Shishi thanks monkey again and again. When she's not here, her work is shared by monkey.

The monkey laughs and sends a voice, asking her to invite her to dinner.

Wen Shishi agreed.

After replying to a few more emails, she browsed the website again.

The news about the accident on the viaduct yesterday has been flashed, but this kind of thing happened near the end of the new year, and the family members are in agony.

But things have happened, there is no possibility of reversal, because a person's mistake has hurt so many families, in addition to grief, there is only regret.After waiting for a long time, there was no movement inside.

Wen Shishi looked at the time, she has been out for almost half an hour, there is no voice in the ward?

A little uneasy, she stood up and knocked on the door of the sick room.

"Mr. Jiang?"

No one answered.

She knocked on the door again: "Mr. Jiang, can you hear me?"

Not only did no one answer, there was no other sound.

"I'm in."

She opened the door and went in. The bed was empty and the light in the bathroom was on.

She could hear Mr. sniper lowering his voice, as if on the phone.

“…… Grandma, Shishi, she's busy now. She can't answer the phone

“…… I'll take her back when I can, but recently an important friend of hers has had an accident... "

"I'm not in a hurry about the wedding. I haven't recovered and I'm not ready for poetry."

"I know you are in a hurry, but you can't be in a hurry about the children..."

"My voice? It doesn't matter. I just didn't sleep well. Just have a rest I didn't lie to you. It's really OK. I don't believe you asked Dylan. I know. You don't have to worry about me... "

After talking about it for a long time, I hung up.

Mr. sniper coughed heavily several times, hoarseness.

After talking for half an hour, his throat was almost unbearable, but he was afraid of Mrs. Jiang's worry, so he kept patiently speaking with her over and over again.

When I pushed the door out, I just saw Wen Shishi standing outside.

He was stunned: "how did you come in?"

"Grandma is pushing you again?"

"It's OK," he said. "Grandma is anxious. She's old now. She just doesn't want to hold her great grandson, but don't worry. I'll talk to her."

"I should have been on the phone. You can't talk that long."

"Nothing..."

"How come it's all right?"

"I'm really OK. Don't worry about it. Why are you as sophisticated as grandma