Chapter 712 Overheard Conversation (12)

Su Zhinian felt a little depressed after listening to the conversation between Song Qingchun and Song Menghua. Now that he saw her coaxing her so obediently, his heart gradually softened. He couldn't help turning his head and glanced at her.

When Song Qingchun came into contact with Su Zhinian's smile, he immediately curved his lips and smiled sweetly: "If you don't believe me, I'll ask the doctor later, but I really can't go out tonight. It's very cold and windy. Big, your body won’t be able to bear it..."

Su Zhinian nodded slightly. Although she said nothing, Song Qingchun's eyebrows became warmer. She handed the spoon to his mouth, and he slowly opened his mouth and swallowed.

Su Zhinian's reaction fell into Mother Su's eyes, as if she had won the lottery.

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After finishing the porridge, Song Qingchun handed the bowl to Su's mother, picked up the water glass on the table, rinsed Su Zhinian's mouth, then went to the bathroom, took out a warm wet towel, and wiped his face and hands Wipe it clean.

Song Qingchun's dedicated service made Su Zhinian's expression gradually calm down.

It was getting late, Song Qingchun covered Su Zhinian with a quilt, and told him softly that she would take Su's mother back to the hotel first and come back later.

After Su Zhinian nodded, Song Qingchuncai and Su's mother left the ward.

When Song Qingchun returned to the ward, Su Zhinian was already asleep, with half of his body exposed. Song Qingchun walked forward lightly, turned off the headlight of the ward, turned on the dim sleep light, and then put the quilt back on He covered it carefully.

The ward was very quiet. Song Qingchun was crawling beside the bed. Due to lack of sleep, he gradually fell asleep.

However, she was not asleep. When she heard Su Zhinian's muffled groan due to pain, she suddenly woke up. Then Song Qingchun heard another "hum", which came from Su Zhinian's throat. The pressure was so low that she could even feel the squeaking sound as he gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

Song Qingchun subconsciously turned on the light and saw that Su Zhinian's face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, his hands were clutching the bedclothes tightly, and his whole body was trembling.

Song Qingchun remembered that when the nurse came to give Su Zhinian an injection today, she told her that the analgesic had been removed. Su Zhinian would most likely feel severe pain when the wound started to hurt. It was best to endure it as long as you could. Don't rely on painkillers.

Song Qingchun subconsciously touched Su Zhinian's forehead. There was no fever. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was not a worsening of the condition but the pain of the wound.

Song Qingchun rushed to the bathroom, wet the towel with warm water, and came out to wipe the sweat from Su Zhinian's forehead. She curled up when she saw his body in pain, and her heart was sour and painful. She couldn't help but said, "I'll go there." Can you ask a nurse to come over and give you a shot?"

Before Song Qingchun could stand up, Su Zhinian grabbed her wrist.

Song Qingchun knew that he meant to stop her, so she had no choice but to sit beside him on the bed and pat his uninjured shoulder with some comfort.

However, her actions had no effect at all. His painful lips turned white, and Song Qingchun's distressed tears fell. Regardless of his wishes, she stretched out her hand to press the call on the wall. bell.

Su Zhinian exerted force on his wrist and pulled her onto the bed. Because of the pain, his breathing was particularly heavy and rapid.