Chapter 437 I’ll Take You Home (9)

At night, Ji Yi lay on He Jichen's bed, tossing and turning for a long time before falling asleep.

When I woke up, the sun was shining all over the window.

Ji Yi sat up and immediately saw the neatly stacked clothes and unopened toiletries on the bedside table.

Ji Yi knew that Mrs. Zhang had quietly come in when she was asleep.

She touched her phone and looked at the time first. It was almost 12:30 noon, then she lifted the quilt, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After coming out, Ji Yi didn't rush to get dressed. Instead, she took off the bandaging according to Dr. Xia's instructions last night.

She took a look at the wound and saw obvious signs of healing.

After getting dressed, Ji Yi walked to the door of the bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the tempting aroma of rice.

Ji Yi, who had only drank a glass of milk for nearly fourteen hours since last night's accident, was really hungry and hurriedly entered the restaurant.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her and immediately warmly greeted her to sit down and arranged a meal for her.

The redness and swelling on Ji Yi's face had not gone away, and she could not go out. After lunch, she had nothing to do, so she sat on the sofa and picked up her mobile phone to find Tang Huahua to start playing black and white games.

Just one second he sent a message to Tang Huahua, and the next second he thought of Cheng Weiwan and Han Zhihui. Then he hurriedly logged out of WeChat and found Cheng Weiwan's number and dialed it.

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When Ji Yi called, Han Zhihui had just woken up from a coma, and a group of doctors were surrounding him for examination.

Cheng Weiwan walked out of the ward, pressed the answer button, chatted briefly with Ji Yi, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Putting away the phone, Cheng Weiwan immediately opened the door to the ward. As soon as he walked in, the doctors surrounding Han Zhihui dispersed. One of them, a middle-aged man, was the attending doctor in charge of Han Zhihui. He saw Cheng Weiwan. He came in, took off his mask, and said: "Mr. Han, everything is back to normal now. He will continue to stay in the hospital for observation for one day. If everything is fine, he can go through the discharge procedures tomorrow."

Cheng Weiwan nodded to show that he understood and said thank you.

After sending a group of doctors out of the ward, Cheng Weiwan walked to the bedside.

Han Zhihui, whose head was wrapped in a bandage, although he woke up, was still a little tired due to excessive blood loss. After the doctor's examination, he closed his eyes and calmed down until he felt someone approaching. He slowly opened his eyelids and looked at Cheng Weiwan.

Their eyes met, Cheng Weiwan's intention to sit down suddenly stopped.

The two people only looked at each other for three seconds. Cheng Weiwan hurriedly lowered her eyelids and avoided Han Zhihui's gaze. She sat on the chair beside the hospital bed that she had kept him all night last night, and then Then he spoke and said softly: "How do you feel now?"

"It's pretty good." Han Zhihui's voice sounded casual, as if the person injured last night was not him at all.

Cheng Weiwan pursed his lips after hearing this, lowered his head, stared at the phone in his hand for a while, and finally asked the question he wanted to ask last night: "Why did you do that? "

"There are obviously several people here. You can call the police or ask people to come over for help. Why do you have to rush up alone?"

Han Zhihui, who looked a little pale, looked at Cheng Weiwan intently for a long time before saying, "Because I like you."

Cheng Weiwan's fingertips trembled, and the phone almost slipped and fell to the ground.