Chapter 719 Overheard Conversation (19)

"I'm sorry." Song Qingchun pinched her palms hard. The pain made her look less embarrassed. She took a deep breath and then said, "I know what to do. I will leave the hospital tomorrow."

"Thank you, Qingchun." Mother Su felt that she was too embarrassed to look directly into Song Qingchun's eyes. She lowered her eyes and then apologized: "I'm sorry."

Song Qingchun wanted to say "It's okay" and opened her mouth, but no sound came out in the end. She lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment before saying goodbye: "Aunt Su, if nothing happens, I will go back to the hospital first."

"good."

As soon as Song Qingchun heard Su's mother's answer, she stood up immediately. Before leaving, she went to the front desk of the coffee shop to pay for Bi Luochun's tea.

…

Song Qingchun came out of the hotel, walked along the zebra crossing, and entered the hospital in a daze. She was not in a hurry to go back to the ward, but sat on the cold bench in the garden downstairs, dazed for a long time, until she couldn't bear the cold. , she slowly stood up and slowly entered the hospital building.

It was already eleven o'clock at night. Song Qingchun thought that Su Zhinian had gone to bed long ago. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw Su Zhinian sitting on the hospital bed, staring at the night outside the window, distracted.

She paused at the door for a moment, then walked in, closed the door gently, walked to the bedside, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Su Zhinian turned to look at her but said nothing. After a few seconds, he looked out the window again.

"Have you taken the medicine?" Song Qingchun asked, picking up the medicine board on the table and looking at it. He saw that there were four pills left. He knew that Su Zhinian had not taken it yet, so he took it without waiting for Su Zhinian's answer. He stood up and picked up a glass of warm water, put it on the bedside table, counted the medicines, and handed them to Su Zhinian: "Take the medicine and go to bed early."

When Su Zhinian raised his hand to take the water glass, Song Qingchun noticed that the needle hole on the back of his hand was bleeding.

She frowned: "After you pulled out the needle, didn't you press it for a while? Why did you bleed so much?"

Su Zhinian remained silent, put the medicine into his mouth with his eyes lowered, picked up the water glass, and swallowed it whole.

Song Qingchun opened the drawer on the side, took a cotton swab from it, grabbed Su Zhinian's hand, and pressed it.

The bleeding gradually stopped. Song Qingchun put the blood-stained cotton swab into the trash can, found alcohol wipes, wiped the back of his hands, then took away the pillow behind him and helped him lie down. , helped him cover him with a quilt, turned off the big lights in the room, and said, "Go to sleep."

Then he stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom.

Su Zhinian was like a puppet from beginning to end, letting Song Qingchun serve him. The moment Song Qingchun turned around and left, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Her body trembled slightly, but before she could turn her head to look at him, he pulled her down on the bed with a force of his arm.

"Why is your body so cold?" As Su Zhinian finished speaking, Song Qingchun was hugged tightly into his arms.

He hugged her tightly and forcefully, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly leave his side, causing her waist to hurt.

Song Qingchun's hand hanging by his side shook slightly, then he raised his arm and put it around his back, hugging him back as hard as he did.

The ward was very quiet, and he had no communication with her.