The injury on Yu Zhongxiao's chest left a certain shadow in Ye Hehuan's heart, so that every time she heard that Yu Zhongxiao was injured, she would subconsciously think the worst.

On the way here, for a moment, she even thought that if something serious happened to Yu Zhongxiao, she would definitely not survive.

The passion that is born can only be ignited and extinguished in a single thought.

Ye Hehuan patted Lu Hanyan's shoulder and motioned the little girl to sit on the sofa, while he walked to the bedside.

Even though he was asleep, Yu Zhongxiao's brows were slightly furrowed.

Ye Hehuan's eyes were fixed on his right arm again, and he couldn't help but wonder, is it painful? Otherwise, why would he still frown after being given anesthesia?

Thinking of this, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

She didn't know what the scene of the explosion was like, and she didn't ask Yao Lie in detail, but she could already imagine what a shocking scene it was.

Ye Hehuan sat on the chair. She lowered her head to look at Yu Zhongxiao's hand on the bedside.

After a while, I reached out and held his hand.

This hand is still big, the hard joints seem to be thinner, and the skin is darker.

In addition to his arms, he also had wounds of various sizes on his big hands.

Ye Hehuan quietly pulled up the chair and told Lu Hanyan to stay in the ward. He went out and asked the nurse for saline solution, iodine and cotton swabs. When she came back, Lu Hanyan was lying on the bedside, holding his chin with his small hands and looking at Yu Zhongxiao.

The little face is full of novelty and concern.

When Lu Hanyan stretched out her little finger to touch the gauze on Yu Zhongxiao's face, Ye Hehuan stopped her.

When the little girl saw her cousin shaking her head at her, she retracted her fingers, then sat upright on the sofa with her hands on her knees.

Ye Hehuan began to help Yu Zhongxiao treat the wound on his hand. She held Yu Zhongxiao's hand and raised her eyes to look at him from time to time, fearing that he would be hurt accidentally.

She cleaned the wound very carefully, using a cotton swab dipped in saline to disinfect the wound, and then applied iodine.

The man's hands were very dry, and Ye Hehuan held them gently, feeling the warmth from his palms.

When the wound was covered with brown iodine, Ye Hehuan couldn't help but think that it didn't matter if he didn't save the soldier, because no one would blame him, but in the end he risked his life and dragged the soldier down. Yao Lie

Although she didn't say it explicitly, she could tell that if he got closer, Yu Zhongxiao's arm might be gone.

What was going through his mind when he chose to save people?

Ye Hehuan felt that it couldn't be him anyway, otherwise he wouldn't be able to pull him so decisively and neatly.

The big hand she was holding suddenly moved slightly.

Ye Hehuan became nervous. She thought she had hurt Yu Zhongxiao when she was distracted, so she moved her hand slightly. When she was about to change the cotton swab, the big hand turned over and clasped her hand.

Ye Hehuan raised his head and looked at the head of the bed, and what he met was a pair of deep eyes. He didn't know when he woke up, but he was looking at her continuously.

Seeing that she had noticed, Yu Zhongxiao squeezed out a faint smile.

He clenched the soft little hands in his palms, and his solid voice was hoarse: "I thought I was dreaming."

Ye Hehuan pinched the back of his rough-skinned hand hard and asked him harshly: "Do you still think it's a dream?"

The curvature of the corners of Yu Zhongxiao's mouth deepened, and he said nothing, still staring at her with his lingering eyes.

Ye Hehuan's eyes moved down to his dry thin lips, "I'll pour you a glass of water." She was about to take back her hand, but Yu Zhongxiao didn't let go. He held it stubbornly without any words, but she still felt

to the feelings flowing between the two.

Ye Hehuan instinctively turned his head to look at Lu Hanyan on the sofa, where the little girl had fallen asleep.

Her attempts to break away slowed down.

Yu Zhongxiao stared at Ye Hehuan with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes cast down. The thick black eyelashes cast two butterfly-wing-like shadows on her face. He asked in a gravelly voice: "Did Yao Lie tell you?"

Ye Hehuan raised his eyelashes and looked back at him, his words already showing dissatisfaction: "Don't I have the right to know?"

Yu Zhongxiao wanted to laugh again, but Ye Hehuan was a little annoyed that he didn't take his body seriously, so even if his hand was still held by him, he didn't intend to pay attention to him anymore.

Her long hair was spread over her shoulders, and her delicate face was dimly reflected in the afterglow of sunlight streaming in from the window. Yu Zhongxiao saw her worry and suddenly wanted to touch her head, but his right arm was injured and he held it up with one hand.

The body was a little tired, so he simply stretched out his big hand in front of Ye Hehuan, his eyes became gentler: "Come on, give me a hand."

Ye Hehuan was afraid that he would mess with the wound, so she held his hand and helped him up while taking a pillow and placing it behind him.

Yu Zhongxiao pinched her right shoulder blade with his left hand while she was placing the pillow.

This small movement was still noticed by Ye Hehuan. She looked at his bandaged arm with some worry, "Did he touch a wound? If it hurts, I'll call the doctor to come and take a look."

Yu Zhongxiao shook his head, put down his hand, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just not used to it."

"I know now that I'm not used to it. Why are you so good at pulling people?"

"..." Yu Zhongxiao leaned against the bed. He took Ye Hehuan's little hand and squeezed it gently. He deliberately lowered his voice: "Are you worried?"

Ye Hehuan didn't say a word, but didn't let go of his hand either.

At this time, the ward door opened.

Almost at the same time, Ye Hehuan withdrew her hand from Yu Zhongxiao's palm, stood up and looked at the door.

Yao Lie and a male doctor came in.

Yao Lie explained: "Doctor Tao wants to check the second brother's body."

Although Yu Zhongxiao's external injuries were sutured, the possibility of internal injuries when the grenade exploded could not be ruled out. Seeing the doctor who was already wearing gloves, he would inevitably take off Yu Zhongxiao's clothes. Ye Hehuan glanced at Yan Yan who was sleeping soundly.

He took the hot water bottle on the bedside table and said, "I'll get a pot of water."

Yao Lie followed her out of the ward and closed the door ajar: "Actually, the film has been taken and there is nothing wrong. Now it is a routine checkup to reassure everyone."

Ye Hehuan nodded, "I know." After saying that, she went to the tea room.

…

After getting water, Ye Hehuan did not return to the ward immediately.

She looked at the time and felt that the inspection was not over yet. She walked out of the tea room and lit a cigarette by the window.

This is her first time smoking in nearly a month.

Ye Hehuan is not a heavy smoker and only smokes one occasionally when he is upset.

She blew out a mouthful of white mist at the red sunset outside. Just as she was about to stub out the cigarette butt and throw it into the trash can, the elevator door opened and a man with gray temples came out, wearing a white coat with a straight military uniform underneath. He was about sixty years old.

When he saw the girl smoking by the window, he paused slightly and frowned.

Ye Hehuan also looked at each other, not recognizing him, and then heard a nurse calling "Academician Lu" as he passed by.

Then, Academician Lu pointed to the cigarette in Ye Hehuan's hand: "You have to smoke outside. Smoking is not allowed in the hospital building."

After saying this, he left.

Ye Hehuan looked at the cigarette that was about to burn out between her fingers. She turned her head slightly and saw the no smoking sign in the corner. She didn't pay attention to it just now. She threw the cigarette butt into the trash can. As for the other things, she didn't take it to heart and returned to the tea.

I went to get a hot water bottle.

——

Ye Hehuan returned to the ward. The doctor had left, and Lu Hanyan was sitting on the bedside shaking his legs and talking to Yu Zhongxiao.

Seeing his cousin, Lu Hanyan jumped out of bed shyly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Ye Hehuan watched her run into the bathroom. When he looked back, he found that Yu Zhongxiao was holding a piece of paper in his hand. He glanced at it curiously: "What is it?"

Yu Zhongxiao smiled, looked down at the big turtle on the paper, and said, "Yanyan gave it to me."

Ye Hehuan remembered what Lu Hanyan said one night, saying that he had made a painting for Yu Zhongxiao, but she did not expect that Lu Hanyan had secretly sent Chen Cang to Fengcheng with the painting.

She took the painting and looked at it, but she touched one of the man's hands on her cheek.

Ye Hehuan raised his head.

Yu Zhongxiao gently touched her face and said, "She has lost weight."

Ye Hehuan's nose suddenly became sore. She looked at the gauze on his left cheekbone and muttered: "It's better to lose weight than to be disfigured. It's not good-looking to begin with. If there are scars in the future, it will really become a unsaleable item."

Yu Zhongxiao chuckled, and the corners of his mouth curved: "Then it's still too late for you to return it now."

Ye Hehuan leaned over and put her arms around his neck. Her eye sockets felt warm. She buried her head in his neck, "Does it still hurt?"

"Kind of."

Yu Zhongxiao's answer was very honest. He raised his left hand to cover her thin back: "But I can still bear it."

On this day, Ye Hehuan left the hospital very late with Yan Yan.

Yu Zhongxiao's injury was still hidden from her family, so there was no need for her to avoid suspicion.

Ye Hehuan did not return to the capital of Xingyu. She found a hotel near the hospital. After taking a bath, Lu Hanyan was still in good spirits. She was not tired after a long journey at all. She was wearing a floral nightgown and sighed with Ye Hehuan: "Yu Zhongxiao

It's so pitiful that no one is with him when he is sick."

The little girl was lying on the end of the bed and asked her cousin who was packing her things: "Are we going to see Yu Zhongxiao tomorrow?"

Ye Hehuan thought she was tired, so he said, "If you want to rest in the hotel, you can. I'll come back to you during lunch."

"..."

Lu Hanyan pouted, rolled on the bed, and then rolled back again, saying, "I didn't say I wouldn't go see him," in a somewhat reproachful tone.
To be continued...