Lu Qichen had been staring at Xia'an's face. When he heard Song Ma's words, he moved his eyes to Xia'an's fingers. He found that, as Song Ma said, Xia'an's fingers had a slight tremor.
Lu Qichen looked as if he could not believe it. Suddenly, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, reached out and pinched his eyebrows. After a long ti, he let go of his hand, and then gave a long sigh of relief.
Soon, Xia an slowly opened her eyes under the burning gaze of Lu Qichen and Song Ma.
Lu Qichen was overjoyed and excited in his chest. He happily held Xia'an's small hand and looked at Xia'an affectionately. He was at a loss.
"An'an You finally wake up. Fortunately, you wake up. " Lu Qichen sighed again and again. His inner feelings were too complicated and too surging. He didn't know how to express them.
As he said this, tears rushed out. During An'an's coma, his heart was suffering every minute. In the extre panic, he was afraid that Xia'an would never wake up again.
He almost lost Xia'an forever.
Every ti he thought about it, his heart was like being pricked by a needle. The pain spread from the center of the heart to all around, and finally he was about to suffocate.
Fortunately, Ann is still alive, and there are still countless years between them to spend together.
Xia'an who just woke up didn't seem to react. She looked at the walls around her blankly, as if she didn't understand why she was suddenly lying in the hospital.
After about a minute, Xia an's eyes finally focused and fixed on Lu Qichen.
"Have I been sleeping long?" Xia an opened her eyes and asked Lu Qichen.
"Yes, you slept so long that I was afraid you would never wake up again." Lu Qichen put Xia'an's hand in front of his eyes. The next mont, he kisses Xia'an's hand.
Or Song Ma in the side of a voice to remind: "An'an, sleep so long, should be hungry, I gave you a bowl of chicken soup and millet porridge brought over, eat sothing to cushion the stomach."
Lu Qichen took his head in frustration, "yes, yes, how can I forget this? Ann, I'll give you so porridge. "
Xia an hesitated for a second, then gently nodded his head.
Lu Qichen was so happy that he didn't know how to put it. He carefully opened the lid of the incubator, slowly scooped out a small spoon of porridge, and gently cooled it down before feeding it to Xia'an.
When a bowl of porridge is near the bottom, Lu Qichen thinks of Xia'an's nonsense last night.
He was afraid of recalling An'an's terrible mories. He raised his head to see that Xia'an was in good condition. He hesitated again and again, and opened his mouth: "An'an, do you know who hurt you?"
Xia'an just kept shaking his head, "I don't know, I don't know anything."
The blankness and sadness on her face made Lu Qichen regret asking about this.
Xia an's eyes gradually shed a line of tears, "smile one day can not find back, I have no heart to think about other things, my life is not important, I only care about the safety of Xiaoxiao, thinking that Xiaoxiao can co back safely."
Lu Qichen is also worried about smiling, but in his heart, An'an's life is also important.
Guilt almost drowned him. It was his fault that he failed to protect his family, and he would quickly find Xiaoxiao back.
At this ti, he can only tightly embrace Xia'an, silent to give her comfort.
"Qichen, you should also take care of yourself. I'm afraid that the murderer behind the scenes will also attack you. If this person has hard my daughter and , he will certainly attack the people around . As for cong'an, you must send soone to protect him."
Xia an said to Lu Qichen in a panic. Lu Qichen quickly agreed, emphasizing that soone had been protecting from an for a mont, trying to make Xia'an have no worries.
When Song Ma saw Xia'an, she was both distressed and distressed. Seeing that she was always on guard against other people's harm to her family, she could imagine the pressure and pain in Xia'an's heart.
She quickly changed the topic, do not want to let Xia an worry about these things, after all, Xia an's body has not recovered, too much worry may aggravate the disease.
"Ann, you can try this chicken soup later. It's made by old hens. You are weak at this ti, and you can make up for it."
"Thank you, Song Ma. It must be delicious." Xia an quickly wiped the tears on her face and didn't want to let Song Ma feel sad.
All the people in the ward tacitly stopped ntioning Xia'an's murder. But not ntioning it doesn't an that the matter has passed quietly. Even Song Ma can see that Zhang Lu is a cat, and Lu Qichen can't easily let go.
He had to find a way to make Zhang Lu suffer, and then find a chance to give her a heavy blow.
At least, after finding out the truth and finding the evidence this ti, the first thing is to drive Zhang Lu out of the garden. The revenge behind can be considered for a long ti.
But Zhang Lu can never stay in the garden any longer, and can't give her any more opportunities to approach and hurt her family.The hospital is full of excitent because Lu Qichen has been taking care of Xia'an day and night. After all, most of us see n who are scum n or just ordinary n to their wives. It's not common for Lu Qichen to be so affectionate and try their best to take care of his wife. What's more, Lu Qichen is so handso.
Many little nurses often take the opportunity of ward round to see Lu Qichen in the ward, and each ti they leave the ward with envy.
Because they all saw Lu Qichen's picture of scattering dog food, he personally fed his wife porridge and rice, pushed her to go downstairs for relaxation and read poetry anthology for her. At each ti when she received infusion and injection, she gently covered her eyes and said "no pain". Finally, he gently breathed at the eye of the needle to comfort her.
It's just like the plot in the idol drama. No, it's more warm than the idol drama.
These little nurses were completely impressed by Lu Qichen's deep feelings and charm, so these days, the topic of nurses chatting beca Lu Qichen and his wife.
"Mr. Lu is really perfect. He is so handso and rich, and he is very nice to his wife. How can I find such a good boyfriend! Alas They all beat their chests and feet. They only hate that the perfect God belongs to soone else's family.
"Yes, if I had such a warm husband, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."
"Ha ha ha, you'd better keep dreaming."
Everyone is easy to be confused by the appearance of love, but perhaps it is perfect on the surface, and when love falls into all aspects of life, it always highlights its ferocity.
What's more, there's no real perfect person and true perfect emotion!
The reason why idol drama only exists in TV series is that it is just a kind of yearning for perfect love?
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