Her Unforgettable Love

Xia Niancheng didn't expect that Xu Ruizhi said to go, but he was helpless to the extreme. He had to silently detour behind Xu Ruizhi to push his wheelchair.

When Xia Niancheng just walked behind Xu Ruizhi, Xu Ruizhi was still looking at the photos on Dai Shiqi's tombstone and only heard him say, "goodbye, Shiqi."

When he returned to the hospital, it was lunch time. Ma Yangyang still prepared lunch for Xia Niancheng and pushed it with the hospital cart.

Xia Niancheng washed his hands, took a small bowl and scooped out the vegetable soup. After scooping up the two small bowls, Ma Yangyang, who placed the dishes on the table, said, "Dr. Meng won't come to eat today. Don't scoop it?"

Not coming? In the past, Meng Xingzhu didn't go to Gu Mian to monitor himself, but he stayed in this ward every day and suddenly didn't come today. Is it because of his promise yesterday and

Xia Niancheng silently put down the small bowl and felt empty in his heart.

Seeing the loss on Xia Niancheng's face, Ma Yangyang smiled and said, "it was yesterday's snowball fight that caught a cold. She was afraid of infecting you. She ate it herself in the pharmacy. I'll send it to her after I delivered the patient's meal."

Ma Yangyang is gentle and gentle, so Meng Xingzhu likes her very much. She feels like her mother. Therefore, Ma Yangyang also takes good care of Meng Xingzhu.

The pharmacy is on the 19th floor. It is the place where Su Aochi specially prepared for Meng Xingzhu to develop traditional Chinese medicine. In addition to some medicine cabinets and essential supplies for decocting medicine, there is a bedroom inside, which is convenient for Meng Xingzhu to rest when he is tired.

In fact, Meng Xingzhu followed Gu Mian to the room of Rong's hotel. He only stayed for a few days and didn't go again. Meng Xingzhu is still used to living in the hospital.

Xia Niancheng had a good meal alone. Generally, Meng Xingzhu came to acupuncture and moxibustion for him in the morning, but there was no treatment in the afternoon. It has been more than two months, and even the face that had undergone skin grafting has grown new skin. Although it is as uneven and with scar marks, at least it has skin.

If she hadn't insisted on using acupuncture to restore her left leg's mobility, Xia Niancheng would have been discharged from the hospital as early as a month ago.

Meng Xingzhu may not come today. Xia Niancheng got up and moved for a while, and his left leg has basically recovered. When he found that Meng Xingzhu treated his left leg, Xia Niancheng didn't refuse because he didn't want to keep any seal of Tang HaoChen, although no one would recognize it even if it was like that, But in his heart, it was more or less a mystery.

Anyway, he's almost better. It's better to go to the hospital now. Thinking like this, Xia Niancheng came to the nurse desk and told the nurse on duty his intention.

Even when he was outside the hospital ward, Xia Niancheng still wore a mask. Even so, the nurses in the hospital, except Ma Yangyang, were rarely willing to have more conversation with his frightening appearance.

When he left, he heard the little nurse in the nurse desk talking about Meng Xingzhu. He said that Meng Xingzhu refused to take western medicine and boiled traditional Chinese medicine in the pharmacy. Another little nurse said that Dr. Meng's traditional Chinese medicine was very effective. Last time he had a cold only once, and most of his symptoms subsided.

Xia Niancheng's original departure steps retreated. His firm eyes seemed to have made a decision and resolutely walked towards the elevator.

When he came to the pharmacy, Xia Niancheng, far away, asked about a smell of traditional Chinese medicine and opened the door. Xia Niancheng didn't see Meng Xingzhu inside.

The meal prepared by Ma Yangyang still exudes heat, and the taste of traditional Chinese medicine in the pharmacy is stronger.

Xia Niancheng saw a room on both sides of the medicine cabinet and knew that Meng Xingzhu might be in that room, so he went to the door and knocked gently.

The door was not cumbersome, so Xia Niancheng only knocked, and the door moved gently.

"Who is it?" Meng Xingzhu's lazy and low voice came from inside.

"It's me." The characteristic husky voice of summer Nian city sounded.

Meng Xingzhu opened her eyes, got up from the bed, got out of bed listlessly, walked out of the bedroom and looked at Xia Niancheng. She didn't know what to say, because at first, she stared at Xia Niancheng for fear that he would go to Gu Mian when he was well. However, after seeing his melancholy eyes and face different from the past, Meng Xingzhu had a deep pity for Xia Niancheng.

Especially when Xia Niancheng didn't say anything, he didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation, either when he saw that his face could no longer return to the past, or when he saw that he was covered with gully scars.

"Did you come back for dinner?" Meng Xingzhu leaned lazily against the door.

Xia Niancheng saw two bags of plastic sealed soup medicine on the traditional Chinese medicine boiling machine, pointed and asked, "you haven't taken the medicine yet."

Meng Xingzhu nodded and said, "it's convenient to put the medicine into the soup when it's ready. But there's no way to put sugar in the machine when it's boiling medicine. I don't like it."

Xia Niancheng shook his head with a smile. Although Meng Xingzhu is a good traditional Chinese medicine, she is still a little girl. She turned and walked to the machine and picked up a bag of soup medicine.

Meng Xingzhu saw Xia Niancheng's action and shouted, "what are you doing? I don't want to drink without sugar."

Xia Niancheng didn't speak, took the medicine and asked, "where is sugar?"

Meng Xingzhu pointed to a desk at the corner of the medicine cabinet and said, "I only have lollipops. They are in the drawer on the left of the desk." With that, she sat on the seat next to the medicine decocting machine and leaned against the back of the chair. Mickey looked into her eyes. Now her whole head seemed to be shrouded in a big steamer. She couldn't open her eyes when it was hot, and her mouth was dry and her body was weak.

Xia Niancheng smiled, took the medicine and went to the desk, opened the medicine and poured it into the cup, then casually opened the drawer, took out a lollipop, unpacked it and put it into the liquid medicine. Then he came to Meng Xingzhu with the cup, poked her and brought the cup to her eyes.

Meng Xingzhu glanced at the cup in front of her. When she found a white lollipop in the cup, she couldn't help but wonder and reached out and fished it out. After she recognized that it was her lollipop, she looked up at Xia Niancheng and lamented with tears: "this is my last lollipop. You wasted it..."

The decoction made by the traditional Chinese medicine machine is not very hot. In addition, it has been put in for so long, and it has long been unable to melt sugar. What's more, Xia Niancheng put in hard lollipops. What's the use? It's not as bitter as before.

Pity her lollipop!

Xia Niancheng didn't expect that Meng Xingzhu was still complaining at this time that he threw the last stick into the soup. Some people came forward and took the cup again, took out the lollipop, let the liquid medicine on it fall into the cup, and then raised it to Meng Xingzhu's mouth.

A little liquid medicine can cure the disease and take sugar.

Meng Xingzhu cupped his mouth, bit the lollipop and stared at Xia Niancheng with resentment.