Jiang Dong was pushed into the elevator by nurses, and the hospital bed was occupied by a few nurses. Then Jiang Yueting and Jiang's bodyguards left no room for Shen Jiao. Shen Jiao was very sensitive on weekdays, but she didn't care about her face at the moment. She went in with Zhou Tong, and the rest of Kuang's bodyguards wanted to go with her, Shen Jiao stood at the door and said, "don't follow me."

All the way to the ward, the nurse was settling down in Jiangdong. Several doctors came in. One of them said to Jiang Yueting, "let the patient have a good rest, and the family members are tired all night. There are nurses on duty here. I'll let you know anything at any time."

Jiang Yueting said: "hard work, everyone."

"It should be."

Jiang Yueting looked at the man on the bed, clearly in the process of blood transfusion, but his face was as white as paper. His eyes turned red when he looked at him. Before he burst into tears, he looked at the man on the other side of the bed, who was staring at him. He said in a voice: "it's very late. There are doctors and nurses here. Go back."

Shen Jiao didn't move her eyes from Jiang Dong's face. She said to herself, "can you let me stay a little longer?"

Jiang Yueting hesitated for a moment and said nothing. He went out with the doctor and left with Zhou Tong.

The ward is quiet, because no one is talking. Shen Jiao looks at Jiangdong, and her tears are almost seamless. Her crying is very strange, not because Jiangdong has suffered multiple injuries, but because he is too quiet to say a word, unlike his usual style.

There are some things that you can't think about in detail. A little touch is to gouge out the heart.

Tears cover her eyes. Shen Jiao has no choice but to raise her hand to erase it. Because she can't see Jiangdong's face clearly, she seldom has such an opportunity to look at him carefully and without fear. After all, she can only pretend that she has no intention.

Shen Jiao saw a small spot on Jiangdong's right eyelid. She was afraid of something dirty. She raised her hand to touch it, but she couldn't touch it. Then she realized that it should be a mole. It was very close to the root of her eyelashes, and she couldn't see it when she opened her eyes.

Shen Jiao touched the hair in front of Jiang Dong's forehead. She used to hate men's hard work on their hair. She always felt that excessive delicacy was not decent enough. When she first saw Jiang Dong, she immediately judged whether the product was a star or a gay. Later, not surprisingly, he generously admitted that he was a couple with Chu Jinxing; Shen Jiao didn't care about other people's gender orientation. Later, she just looked at Jiangdong and was upset with his banger. She was so angry that there was only one picture in her mind. Don't let her find a chance. She must have snapped Jiangdong's banger and made him cry without finding a tune.

Now the opportunity came. Shen Jiao gently fingered Jiangdong's flattened Liu Hai'er. She thought that he must be lying on his back all the way, so she pressed her hair like this.

Tears fell silently. Shen Jiao opened her mouth and said in a low voice, "get up quickly. If you don't get up again, I'll cut your bangs..."

In the quiet ward, when she finished speaking, no one answered again. Shen Jiao's heart twisted and she sobbed: "did you trip at that time and come here to help me out accidentally? In fact, she scolded me countless times in her heart?"

Tears are boiling hot. Shen Jiao looks at Jiangdong on the hospital bed without saying a word. Her hand is over his head. She can no longer play alone. She is not Jiangdong. She will never be able to perform 100 people's stage dramas at any time.

The brighter the memory in her mind is, the more heartbroken Jiangdong is in front of her. Shen Jiao is so painful that she doesn't know what to do. She lies on Jiangdong's arm and sobs.

When the nurse came in again, she saw Shen Jiao sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed, looking tired and sluggish. She couldn't help whispering, "go and have a rest. We are here."

Shen Jiao saw that the nurse changed Jiangdong's dressing, took his blood pressure and temperature, and asked aloud, "how is he?"

The nurse said, "the temperature is normal and the blood pressure is a little low."

Shen Jiao immediately changed her expression. "What's the matter?"

The nurse said, "it doesn't matter. Don't be nervous. It may be related to blood transfusion. I will continue to observe."

Shen Jiao is like a bird in a bow. Before Jiang Yueting was there, she didn't stand to ask. Now she can't help saying, "you should have seen a lot of patients injured to the spine in the hospital. What's the situation after the operation? Won't there be any big problem?"

The nurse said: "there are many kinds of spinal surgery, not to mention gunshot wounds. The year before last, a policeman was in the same situation as Mr. Jiang, and the operation was very smooth, but he couldn't get out of bed after the operation. At the beginning, he couldn't walk. Director Xu said that he hurt his nerves."

Shen Jiao couldn't turn her eyes. "How did you treat it later?"

The nurse said: "the operation was successful, but whether it was the nerve damage caused by the gunshot wound or the inevitable nerve damage during the operation, no one can say for sure. Only physics and medicine can relieve the pain. I saw him once last year, and he recovered well. He can walk on his own without crutches."

Shen Jiao's heart suddenly cools. She doesn't need crutches. She must walk differently from normal people, right?

Seeing that Shen Jiao's face turned white, the nurse quickly comforted her: "you don't have to worry too much. Everyone's situation is different. What I'm talking about is serious. Some people recover after a period of time."

Shen Jiao nodded mechanically, "thank you."

The nurse said, "you haven't closed your eyes for a long time. It's almost seven o'clock now. Go back and have a rest. It's estimated that Mr. Jiang won't wake up for a while."

Shen Jiao said, "it's OK. I won't delay you here, will I?"

The nurse immediately said, "no problem, or I'll get you a blanket, and you'll sleep on the sofa when you're sleepy."

"Yes, thank you."

When the nurse went out, she came back with a blanket. Shen Jiao said thanks and sat down on the chair with the blanket on. She had cried all the crying points. I don't know if she was tired. Now she didn't even have the strength to be sad. She looked at the person with the same white face and said in a low voice, "sleep well. It's rare to have such a quiet time. Don't worry about the future, If there are any sequelae, I'll be a crutch for you. If I can't stand up, I'll push the wheelchair for you, but I still hope you'll be OK. There are so many beautiful girls in the colorful world outside. I haven't invited you to the White Horse Club yet, so be proud. "

With that, Shen Jiao leaned over the empty place beside the hospital bed. Jiang Dong was holding the needle in her hand. She could only hold his arm and close her eyes. The tears that she thought flowed were still surging out.