Song Ran is afraid of death. She is a person who has died once. Of course, she knows the taste. When lying on the operating table, the doctor gave her an anesthetic, and then asked her to close her eyes, saying that it would be good to have a sleep.

Where did she dare to sleep, she was afraid to sleep. She went back to that bad time, to the time when Wen Huihui and Shen Mengfang succeeded.

She didn't dare. She was so afraid that she kept her eyes open. She could see the doctor with the scalpel and forceps on her stomach. There were bright red blood stains on the scissors. It was her blood.

She suddenly fainted.

Well, I was so scared.

Then there is a long dream about the last life.

In that year, it seemed that the autumn rain never stopped. Gu Jingxing often stood outside her yard, watching her get on and off the bus, trying to find a chance to have a word with her. Her driver pushed him away violently.

So, in her dream, she could see Gu Jingxing's sad eyes, reflecting the autumn rain, and the pain was all over her heart.

The dream was really too long. At last, she realized that, well, I think it was a dream. In the dream, she and Gu Jingxing looked at each other without saying a word.

She thought, just, don't keep up with him, he has suffered enough in his last life.

He is an ambitious man, and his future is also very important. Naturally, he can't ignore the orders given by the superior just for the sake of love.

Look, how understanding she is.

Looking back, at the door of Qiuyu, Shen Mengfang, with a mask on her face and a sneer on her face, stood in the shade, startled her, and suddenly opened her eyes.

One side immediately came a gentle and generous voice with a little surprise: "Xiao ran, you wake up."

Under the dim yellow light, the first thing that comes into view is Gu Jingxing's worry naturally in her eyebrows, which overlaps with the sad eyes in her dream, which makes song ran sigh with emotion that this person, ah, making such an expression, going to that station without saying a word, naturally makes her worried and heartbreaking.

She raised her hand and touched his face: "well, wake up, don't worry."

Gu Jingxing was surprised at how song ran, who was still angry with him before the operation, became reasonable again. He grabbed her hand and said in a soft voice, "wake up, just fine."

After her death, Wu Ma wept with joy and came to her and said, "Xiao ran, the doctor said that there will be a little pain after the withdrawal of the anesthetic. Then you can bear with it a little bit."

Song ran Qingying: "well, it's OK."

In her last life, chemotherapy and radiotherapy were so painful that she had to go through such a small operation wound. How could she care about it?

Wu Ma again said, "the doctor said that you can't eat now. You can't eat until you fart. So, bear with it first?"

Song Ran's eyes darkened: "Wu Ma, Gu Jingxing is still here, can you..."

How to say is also her favorite man, she also wants face, OK?

Gu Jingxing chuckled and touched her head: "Wu Ma is also for you. Oh, by the way, the doctor said that you can't drink water. Xiao ran, you have to bear with it, eh?"

Song ran suffered: "how long does it take?"

"Half a day."

Song ran broke down completely: "it's more painful than cutting."

Li Sheng said with a smile: "since you're OK, I'll go back to school and say to them, Xiao ran, you can rest assured that you can stay in the hospital for a few days. Then Sun Yi and I will come to make up for you every day. Don't be afraid that your homework will fall behind, eh?"

Song ran nodded in a specially moved way: "thank you."

That's a good man.